<?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-34123750</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:12:43.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TK FARM</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34123750.post-116470052786139754</id><published>2006-11-28T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T16:14:21.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey ya all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you guys been doing over the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching drama serials?&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with CCA?&lt;br /&gt;Dying of boredom already? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we're here to break a BIG piece of cool news to you!&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; beyond words BIG event &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this upcoming Thursday, 30th November&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mega event will be called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;BLAST 250&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Food Cross a.k.a Blast Event we had late last year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Yes it'll be &lt;em&gt;SOMETHING LIKE THAT&lt;/em&gt; - just that we'll be kick starting BLAST 250 with an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Amazing Race instead of Food Cross! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/Blast_250_friendster.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/Blast_250_friendster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUICK JOIN US! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116470052786139754?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116470052786139754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116470052786139754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116470052786139754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116470052786139754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-ya-all-what-have-you-guys-been.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116464838351547502</id><published>2006-11-27T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T01:27:51.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;JUSTIN LIM&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/3756/1600/627421/Justea%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3837/3756/320/724415/Justea%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116464838351547502?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116464838351547502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116464838351547502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116464838351547502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116464838351547502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-justin-lim.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116402938365334064</id><published>2006-11-20T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T12:30:53.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well. What can I say. Today I learnt one of the best things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; no, it's not those type of lessons learnt from some mistake I made.&lt;br /&gt;It's what Pastor How told us today about Dreaming, Thinking and Imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, when I hear the word "imagination", the first thing that comes to mind it Spongebob! Yeah, remember that episode with Patrick and the box and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img373.imageshack.us/img373/3435/big2yk8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Anyway, let me share with you this phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"You and I are not limited by our abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Abilities can be increased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We are limited by our &lt;u&gt;dreams, visions and imaginations&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The limit of your imagination are the limits of your destiny"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So what does this actually mean? (for those who don't understand that I have to further break it down into simplier English)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Abilities are things which you and I have. Talents that we have. We are NOT limited by them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But instead, we are limited by the very simple thing called: Dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me give you an example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You imagine yourself being a professional drummer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img472.imageshack.us/img472/1621/hot20drummernr4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You dream&lt;br /&gt;about it. You think about it. You can imagine it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But then, you think to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"Nah, I can't even play the drums. How can I ever get to be a&lt;br /&gt;pro-drummer?" Then at that very moment, you scrap that thought, you scrap that&lt;br /&gt;dream and you throw it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Because of you throwing away your dream, you lose faith and&lt;br /&gt;never bother to work towards that dream or vision you had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me ask you. Which professional drummer ever started out by already knowing how to play the drums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They started out as complete noobs and they learnt painstakingly from the very basics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How did they get so famous? Well, they simply dreamt big. They imagined themselves in front of a HUGE audience and playing with everyone clapping to his beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah,&lt;br /&gt;It's not your ablilities that is stopping you. It's the fact that we keep scrapping these ideas hence we never work towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"Whatever you can imagine, God is able to do EXCEEDINGLY and ABUNDANTLY and ABOVE it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you dream big. You think big. You have huge visions for the future but you don't work towards it and lose Faith in it, God will not work on it.&lt;br /&gt;But, if you only just BELIEVE and work towards it, and just have all the faith in the world, then God will give you what you see, what you imagined, but except more EXCEEDINGLY, ABUNDANTLY and HIGHER that what you had initially saw.&lt;br /&gt;Let me relate to you another story Pastor How preached to us today: (this is a true story mind you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;200 years ago, there was this priest. He had a meeting with some big-shots like&lt;br /&gt;the governor and president of some big company or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;anyway this priest was telling the big-shots about the "end of the&lt;br /&gt;world".&lt;br /&gt;He explained himself by saying that "everything in this world is&lt;br /&gt;already&lt;br /&gt;created and made. Nothing left is to be discovered."&lt;br /&gt;Mind you&lt;br /&gt;this was 200&lt;br /&gt;years back.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway one of the big-shots argued back:&lt;br /&gt;"What if 50 years&lt;br /&gt;down the road someone enables Man to fly?"&lt;br /&gt;The priest&lt;br /&gt;replied: "If God&lt;br /&gt;wanted Man to fly, we would have wings on our backs". The&lt;br /&gt;priest got pretty&lt;br /&gt;upset and argued that Man can never fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;priest's name was Wright.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; at home, his 2 sons, the Wright brothers were&lt;br /&gt;happily playing with each&lt;br /&gt;other.&lt;br /&gt;Little did he know that 30 years down&lt;br /&gt;the road, Man first took flight&lt;br /&gt;at Kitty Hawk. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest was right about one thing: that Man was not&lt;br /&gt;born equipped to fly. HOWEVER, they were born equipped to be able to DREAM,&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE and THINK.&lt;br /&gt;The Wright brother's dream enabled the world to be able&lt;br /&gt;to move rapidly across the skies.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the &lt;strong&gt;THOUGHTS, THE DREAMS AND THE VISISONS&lt;/strong&gt; you have didn't just come into your head for no apparent reason, it was there cause God planted them there. He wants you to see what you are capable of and he wants you to work towards it.&lt;br /&gt;But most of us just scrap the idea. We throw away these "seeds" He has put into our minds.&lt;br /&gt;So next time someone tells you to "stop dreaming" cause you will never be able to "reach that dream" or when someone says "dream on", you can tell them to do the same, cause you know if you have this vision in you, and you work towards it, it WILL happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newbie Blogger Justin K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116402938365334064?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116402938365334064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116402938365334064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116402938365334064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116402938365334064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116368906373189288</id><published>2006-11-16T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:57:44.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/Image035.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/200/Image035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's the colour of my life in the past. Black and White. Life's totally meaningless and boring to me. Life to me, is just time that is given to me to play computer games or soccer. I never really know any purpose in my life cause that had never crossed my mind before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My concept about life is play - - - &gt; work - - - &gt; die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why i never treated my life seriously before, everyday wake up 1st thing i will do is probably on my computer. Haha. Man, that sounds boring ! Most people will probably ask me to get a life. Well i sure heed their advice. And on Christmas Eve, i went to a place that makes me feel like home. A place where the presence of my Heavenly Father dwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/P1050733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/200/P1050733.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                And this place is called The Heart of God Church !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the point in my life that make a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;360&lt;/span&gt; degree change ! I was often seen scolding vulgarities at my friends for no reason. I will often flare up at the slightest thing. That includes losing a game. Many people will often see me online during holidays 24hr without fail. Cause my life is all about staying at home and rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first stepped into HoGC, the friendliness of people just makes me feel happy, all my troubles seemed to disappear the moment i step into the House of God. During service, the presence of God is very strong. I could feel the peace in my heart. And i could hear God talking to me, telling me that my purpose in life isn't all about gaming. He got a purpose for me in my life ! Many of you might not believe, but i'm sure you will feel it if you come for our service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DIFFERENT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/Image36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/200/Image36.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, my life is filled with colours, and definitely more than just black and white. I stopped using vulgarities, i tried controlling my temper. And many more. Now the Melson you see is the makeover Melson, the past worldly Melson is gone.  God definitely moved in my life and will continue to do so. God will mould me into a person with a better character, better lifestyle and better TEMPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;God &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is capable of such miracles as He's our heavenly Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MELSON%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116368906373189288?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116368906373189288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116368906373189288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116368906373189288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116368906373189288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/11/die.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116347377980764714</id><published>2006-11-14T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T11:09:39.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM BACK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Muahaha. After 3 weeks of torture, I was finally back in church yesterday! Just a short 3 weeks yet it seemed so very very long. When I stepped out of that lift into church I could just feel that familiar energy surging through me all over again. That same presence of faith, hope and love... unmistakenable, like it was the first time I stepped in. I felt like a fish back in water. Those familiar faces, missed them so much! The whole atmosphere was like WHAM! into my spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I felt really loved when a few people asked what happened to me. To think that church has so many people and they actually noticed my absence! Wow. This is really family. I'm never gonna get measles ever again! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thinking about yesterday, Pastor's sermon really opened my eyes to see things at a deeper level. I would never have thought that the huge and powerful Hulk that my cousin had always used to trash me in Marvel Capcom actually leads such a sad life. From the doctor to Hulk, then back to the doctor again - from explosions to condemnations and the cycle repeats again.. he was totally out of self-control of his own life. And it's sad, because he's alone when he cries out of condemnation. It's sad, because he has been so numbed that he needed to inflict pain on himself to feel alive again. I guess there's many many people out there who are like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They cut themselves with penknives, some with acid words like "I am ugly" or "I am stupid". It's sad, because they're not dead, yet not alive either. They look fine and alive on the outside but are actually dead on the inside; not living life but only existing... It's sad, because they don't love life, not even themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Behind that strong front there was actually such a sad story, and like Pastor How said before, behind every face he sees there is always a story to tell. Everyone has a story, a story of their own. And at the climax of their story, I wonder what will happen. For the Hulk we read about, his saviour came, crossed the sea and passed all obstacles just to meet him. And when Hulk saw him, he ran to his saviour and worshipped him. From then on, he was free from out-of-controlness and condemnation and lonliness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It only took one right decision for Hulk to turn his life over for the better, which was to run to his saviour, Jesus Christ, and worship him - that is also what will take you out of whatever mess you have in your life - as long as you believe. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;loving God, loving people, loving &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;chiwen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116347377980764714?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116347377980764714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116347377980764714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116347377980764714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116347377980764714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-back-muahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116264558695421378</id><published>2006-11-04T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:59:47.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/TK%21%21.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/TK%21%21.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;From an adolescent age of 6, I used to believe I was a Buddhist. From the mouths of my parents, they claim I was a Buddhist even though visiting&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;the temple was not  a frequent practice. I had doubts then but being in a Buddhist school, life revolves around Buddhism. I still vividly remembered that I had lessons of the Buddha when I was in primary 2. In school, we had mighty figures and statues of the Buddha placed at various spots in the school. Mainly, the school hall, classroom and corridors. Life before acknowledging Christ was indeed bleak. Pondering about the dreary future that loomed ahead of me, I saw only darkness. Day by day I indulged myself to the pleasures of computer games; life was so monotonous, some days I wondered...&lt;br /&gt;Was my life just about studying and playing? During the school holidays, seconds ticked by agonizingly slow, the spiritless routine of play and sleep was the only thing that I could bring myself to do. Being rather sluggish, I rejected several invitations of moving out of my house. This phenomenon was indeed NO LIFE.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I was a person who occasionally swears and gossiped about others. These actions were inspired by the emptiness and loneliness that was enthroned within my heart. I loved to mock others and jeer about their dismay and misfortune. I knew these were appropriate but I still continued .I tried to be a better person as I sought for security, happiness and peace but the efforts were in vain. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As I sought for all these, curiosity murderered me . As I was plunged into the world of pornography , that was the moment I regretted the most in my life. It was an addiction that could not cease . I struggled every day trying not to touch these stuff but in the end I fell victim to my sinful nature. Life was an everyday battle for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Listening to punk rock band Good charlottes hit single We Believe ,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;really struck me&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;hard . The lyrics made me searched for a new and unknown power. As I ventured deeper and deeper, searching for an new purpose in life. I found it  in  one of the churchs  but  i  backslided.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Life took a turn when I met this bunch of people, whose hearts burned relentlessly for the call of God. There was this person , who was one of them who told me these . Every time u have sinned against him , run to him not away from him . These astonishing words were the courage and confidence that brought me where I am now . Eternal gratitude for that person who told me these few words.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although I had backslided , he was the angel that lend me his hands when I was trapped in the fiery chasms of hell. His name is &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Leon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.(The guy at the bottom row  , furthest to the  left) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;After attending church , I felt a peace and joy in my life . As I struggled with the sins of the flesh , I experienced his miracles as I prayed solemnly. My life indeed changed for the better .&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now the addiction slowly fades away as everyday I gain renewed faith from my father. Life had a whole new meaning with him. Everything I do , I do for the sole purpose which is for the Lord.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Glory to the almighty father and savior who sent his son, Jesus to die for our sins . After embracing Christ , I understood his love and the purpose of life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;John 14:6&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Jesus said to him  I am the way , the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For those who had read my testimony , I challenge you to come to church. God blesses. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="The Annunciation - the Angel Gabriel announces to Mary that she will bear Jesus (El Greco, 1575)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Annunciation.jpg" title="&amp;quot;The Annunciation - the Angel Gabriel announces to Mary that she will bear Jesus (El Greco, 1575)&amp;quot;" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:297pt;margin-top:-36pt;width:187.5pt;" wrapcoords="-86 0 -86 21535 21600 21535 21600 0 -86 0" button="t"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Owner\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/ad/Annunciation.jpg/250px-Annunciation.jpg"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There's a woman crying out tonight&lt;br /&gt;Her world has changed&lt;br /&gt;She asks God why&lt;br /&gt;Her only son has died&lt;br /&gt;And now her daughter cries&lt;br /&gt;She can't sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown&lt;br /&gt;Another day for all the suits and ties&lt;br /&gt;Another war to fight&lt;br /&gt;There's no regard for life&lt;br /&gt;How do they sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;How can we make things right?&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna make this right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all the same&lt;br /&gt;Human in all our ways and all of pain&lt;br /&gt;(So let it be)&lt;br /&gt;There's a love that could fall down like rain&lt;br /&gt;(Let us see)&lt;br /&gt;Let forgiveness wash away the pain&lt;br /&gt;(What we need)&lt;br /&gt;And no one really knows what they are searching for&lt;br /&gt;(We believe)&lt;br /&gt;This world is crying for so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this world&lt;br /&gt;Is too much&lt;br /&gt;For you to take&lt;br /&gt;Just lay it down and follow me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be everything you need&lt;br /&gt;In every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;In this love&lt;br /&gt;(In this love)&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;(In this love)&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;(In this love)&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;(In this love)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;From: Sx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116264558695421378?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116264558695421378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116264558695421378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116264558695421378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116264558695421378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/11/from-adolescent-age-of-6-i-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116249642588018868</id><published>2006-11-03T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T03:56:52.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today's CG was great yet convicting. For sure, this day onwards we will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy is right. If we want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;change the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the change has to start from ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;We have to change in our character before we ever can say we want to change others.&lt;br /&gt;The real &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;HYPOCRITE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will try to change others, yet he himself doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A revival is happening in the Secondary Ones.&lt;br /&gt;And like Roy said, they really look up to us.&lt;br /&gt;Because this revival was started by us. Without us, there wouldn't be them.&lt;br /&gt;However, all of us agree, it's hard to let them look up to all of us now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity, pride, character issues and attitude problems.&lt;br /&gt;Disagreements, disunity, ungodliness and... just nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Things that seem small and things that don't seem to matter for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things that, however, the devil can use to hold us down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things were never visible in any of the schools having major revivals.&lt;br /&gt;Infiltrate all our ministries we have and tell me one in church that people have problems as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird?&lt;br /&gt;That our culture isn't flowing with the church we are in.&lt;br /&gt;That our thoughts aren't aligning with our pastors' and leaders'&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange that things that are happening contradict the Word of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This godly and pure culture in Heart of God church has been built strongly by our pastors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For years&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LET US NOT DESTROY IT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WON'T THAT BE SO UNFAIR!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, can we all be Christians who are bold, influential and at the same time, &lt;strong&gt;GODLY&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Can we be people who will stand for what's right, and fight for what's right?&lt;br /&gt;Can we serve not out of something in return nor the title or position, but out of reaction to God's love?&lt;br /&gt;Can we be secure in who we are, and not in what we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not be so selfish and divide the church.&lt;br /&gt;We are here to add and to multiply the church, bring the Gospel to the world, to our school!&lt;br /&gt;Not to fight a war with each other and be disunited just for small squabbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine when pastors and us leaders go to Heaven, and God speaks to us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st Outcome&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God:&lt;/strong&gt; What happened to TK? How have you helped them and why are they like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Us:&lt;/strong&gt; God, we failed to bring revival to the school for this second batch of youths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God:&lt;/strong&gt; Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Us:&lt;/strong&gt; Father, because they called us hypocrites for trying to guide and correct their character and attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God:&lt;/strong&gt; What else did they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Us:&lt;/strong&gt; LORD, They influenced the rest to follow their thoughts, and thus divided the church and led them astray and backslided, and now they didn't make it here at all... Some stayed, but never grew and remained unfruitful in church... Many non-believers hardened their hearts after knowing what has been happening between the TK people and thus they didn't want to follow us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tremble at such an outcome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will that be what will happen when Jesus returns to take His throne?&lt;br /&gt;YOU DECIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you think God feels about all these that are happening?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of you asked Him before?&lt;br /&gt;I have, and definitely, God is disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, one thing for sure. God still believes in us.&lt;br /&gt;He is always faithful.&lt;br /&gt;And He holds our future in His hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FUTURE OF THE TK REVIVAL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many problems may be happening now, but just like Roy said, FAITH is conceiving and believing!&lt;br /&gt;Job, out of all his troubles and curses that he got, still remained faithful to God.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout all these problems happening in the team, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LET'S STAY FAITHFUL TO GOD!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now picture this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd Outcome&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God:&lt;/strong&gt; Wow! How have you helped the TK people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Us:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh Lord, we've raised up leaders and disciples, and many great men and women of God who love You and chase after Your heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God:&lt;/strong&gt; Well done! What about the disputes and the corrupted culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Us:&lt;/strong&gt; It was cleared... On this day, 2nd of November 2006, Roy challenged them and they decided to change their character and walk towards God and the direction of the pastors' and leaders of this church, and made a decision to stand for the truth and for our church! People who have offended us, repented and apologised to us, and decided eventually to follow us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God:&lt;/strong&gt; Well done! Where are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we step aside, we show the millions who were from the revived school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would God say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well done, my good and faithful servants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is heavy on hearts of pastors and the leaders.&lt;br /&gt;Your insecure, proud, rebellious and insubmissive attitude is the greatest barrier of the revival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if we grow to 40, if all of us remain this way?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which outcome do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;THE DECISION IS YOURS.&lt;br /&gt;Choose wisely.&lt;br /&gt;I pray God convict your hearts as you read this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Against deceitfulness in the spirit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I COMMAND YOU &lt;u&gt;IN THE NAME OF JESUS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEPART! BEGONE! GET OUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"People around you cannot change for you. But YOU can change for them." - Pastor How&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116249642588018868?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116249642588018868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116249642588018868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116249642588018868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116249642588018868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/11/todays-cg-was-great-yet-convicting.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116247159620341325</id><published>2006-11-02T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:46:36.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/1877083281081l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/1877083281081l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to accept my past? If you are, do read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vulgarities and fights. It was what plagued me in the early years of my secondary life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vulgarities became punctuation. Fights became habits. Horribly ugly spiked hair I used to have. Getting caught by the discipline mistress was a norm. The results slip always had to contain red fonts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something that plagued me further. Lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most deadly sins on the list. Pornography websites filled the histories of my internet browser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the skies goes dark, the moon starts to reveal itself and the stars exhibited their brilliance, deep in the dark room with his curtain drawn. Everything was quiet except the chilly wind blowing in from the little gaps of the locked wooden door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or wait, is there something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tick." "Tick." "Tick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air-conditioner leaking water? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coins moving by themselves? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like the clicking of a mouse, accompanied by the slight "slush" made by the clumsy mouse moving across the mousepad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving away from the mouse. The pictures of ladies. Clothed? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the chair sits a lustful figure, guilty of searching and receiving these pictures, polluting his own mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/17291171040310l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/17291171040310l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind that joy, behind that happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lack a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I would ponder to myself, why am I on this world for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I just born onto this world, just to go through my life and just die one day, leaving my friends to mourn and get over it after a few months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my life that worthless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I know, and I would have to thank my beloved 'sis', Jasmine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/27039767551527l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/27039767551527l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll give you a time limit of 3 seconds to drool over her picture.&lt;br /&gt;3, 2, 1. Okay, now back to me (which is CUTER. HAHA :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just happened that one day after my torturous, energy-sapping, brain-cells-killing, boring routine NCC training, I was making my way back to my home but God made a miracle through her. I coincidently met her in the bus and she sort of like, asked me to a Christian meeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows why I agreed, despite the fact that I used to be anti-Christ! (yes, I used to hate Christians and I was a little demonic last time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, it's her looks. HAHA. (Jasmine, if you are reading this, be honoured!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that very day, despite being very confused and afraid because she's the only one I knew in that meeting, I invited Jesus into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon, an unexplained joy and excitement coursed through my veins. It throbbed periodically as if it was trying to share my joy, and the smile on my face that didn't worn off could have been trying to convey the message that it is the best decision of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have a new hairstyle (YES I KNOW THERE's NO LINK, LOL!) and my words did not put someone down. They began to bring people up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I quit being lustful and I don't let my 'eyes' wander around again when looking at a female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are humans. Not sexual objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped fighting and started with my school work, I found my purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results started to peak and life seem to piece together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew someone who can rely on whenever I'm going through up and downs. Someone who never gave up on me. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know it sounds very comical. Wait until you experience it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how an anti-Christ did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/leonsig.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/leonsig.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116247159620341325?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116247159620341325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116247159620341325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116247159620341325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116247159620341325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/11/are-you-willing-to-accept-my-past-if.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116238615022384584</id><published>2006-11-01T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:50:13.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: HIGH VOLTAGE OF &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SWEETNESS&lt;/span&gt; IN THIS POST (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION TO ALL SWEET-TOOTHED FANS! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week,the whole bunch of us will be going down to hoGc for service, and of course, to eat SWEETS! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! It's none other than the sweeeeetest, lovliest, hip, most happening this thing weekend right in the heart of the city! It's........... &lt;em&gt;*just imagine Jenn's/BD's/Weide's drumrolls now*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/Candy%20Weekend%20copy%281%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha! you dont have to run to Mini toons anymore, just come down to hoGc with any of us! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LEAVE US A TAG!!! (:(:(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, specially for YOU GUYS, the candies and sweets will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;See see, you all very priviledged leh, we all have to pay $2.50 while you guys get it free ok! (: So don't miss this great chance of pigging out till your teeth drops!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know a lot of youngsters like that word nowadays. Free. Free. Free.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it just sound good (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Free candy, free sweets, nice friends, cool church, funky table soccer, BIG day...&lt;/em&gt; what more can you ask for really?! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, leaving tags can be quite pai seh ah.&lt;br /&gt;Add anyone of us to MSN to find out more about this event! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our church, hoGc, is just a 5 minute walk from Dhoby Ghaut mrt, hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are e-mail addresses for adding:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sabrina(3A)- &lt;a href="mailto:sab_chai91@hotmail.com"&gt;sab_chai91@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer(3A)- &lt;a href="mailto:fashioncooler@hotmail.com"&gt;fashioncooler@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanglynn(3F)- &lt;a href="mailto:cloudy_angel43@hotmail.com"&gt;cloudy_angel43@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandria(3H)-  &lt;a href="mailto:vindicated91@hotmail.com"&gt;vindicated91@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiwen(4J)- &lt;a href="mailto:chillow@hotmail.com"&gt;chillow@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melson(3H)- &lt;a href="mailto:goody_guy@hotmail.com"&gt;goody_guy@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biondi(3C)- &lt;a href="mailto:biondi_tan_91@hotmail.com"&gt;biondi_tan_91@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon(3D)- &lt;a href="mailto:sentinel_of_emotions@hotmail.com"&gt;sentinel_of_emotions@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Xiang(3C) - &lt;a href="mailto:Eomerz_91@hotmail.com"&gt;Eomerz_91@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roderick(3C) - &lt;a href="mailto:cs_dreadlord@hotmail.com"&gt;cs_dreadlord@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei de(3D)- &lt;a href="mailto:shining_friends4@hotmail.com"&gt;shining_friends4@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai kit(3E)- &lt;a href="mailto:kit.destiny@hotmail.com"&gt;kit.destiny@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Khaw(2C)- &lt;a href="mailto:dj_khaw@hotmail.com"&gt;dj_khaw@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rina(2D)- &lt;a href="mailto:rinatoh-@hotmail.com"&gt;rinatoh-@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't shy shy, you know you want it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It will be 100% chop stamp guaranteed LOADS OF SWEETNESS AND FUN! (: Join us at hoGc this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU THERE! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bucketloads of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/fangsig.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/fangsig.5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116238615022384584?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116238615022384584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116238615022384584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116238615022384584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116238615022384584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/11/warning-high-voltage-of-sweetness-in.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116236395527195431</id><published>2006-11-01T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:48:13.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY EVERYONE! Let me tell all of you how my life has changed every since i've accepted Christ my father! Basically in the past, my life was kinda monotonous and boring but not rebellious though. My studies have always been meeting my expectations and my friends around me are as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAP. this is how i look like (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/CNY17%7E1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My character however, had flaws in them and i'm sure many of my friends around me couldn't stand it either. I was a super super sensitive, superstitious, self-centred and someone who gets jealous very very easily - small minded lah. There was once, my friend just passed a remark about my hair standing up and i got really angry that i started scolding her. Yes, i agree, small mindedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to church once or twice by my mother who brought me to churches ranging from catholic ones to methodist ones. I never really did like it there as i didn't even know the reason i went to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i did know God exist and believe him but never knew him in person. In the past, i even meditated with my whole family and felt that we were very holy people and no one could be holier than us. By going to church, it was like insulting the very reason why we're meditating in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated it when pastors/priests stood up the podium and started preaching because it was super boring that i even fell asleep. Furthermore, my father disliked church as he couldn't accept the fact that we're sinful people in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God was always there. He had a plan for me. A friend invited me to Heart of God Church again and again but i rejected his invitation. However, in the end i still visited HoGc so as to shrug him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did i know that my life would change forever here in this place - HEART OF GOD CHURCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warm and friendly atmosphere really touched my heart and the service was WHOAH. Rock music, anointing flowing, lights, pool table etc! It really blew me away! And i accepted Christ on that very day! Immediately, i felt that my life had a purpose. I had a purpose to live again. It was a whole new me. I laughed and cried there the most(: I've met REAL TRUE friends who made up a whole new family for me too! my spiritual family! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/FISHBA%7E1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/SABRIN%7E1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the people in HoGc listen. They listen to all that u've gotta say, and advice you, care for you, show you real concern unlike fake friends out there. Here is my home. I'll NEVER LEAVE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we're taking TK and impacting lives like never before! Having the heart to run with Pastors and the vision of the Church is what i yearn for. I love God like never before and the holy spirit will guide me further in my path with the Lord. I'm not THAT hot tempered/jealous etc as God is moulding my every move and thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for entering into my life and my Pastors and leaders for guiding me. So friends, i really encourage you to know my daddy as i want to share His love to all of you out there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Whole new heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/sabrinasig.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/sabrinasig.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116236395527195431?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116236395527195431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116236395527195431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116236395527195431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116236395527195431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-everyone-let-me-tell-all-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116221550154666527</id><published>2006-10-30T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:25:32.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HeylO, Chi Wen here! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v320/cs_dreadlord/3rdtada2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Feeling a little emo today. Well, emo in a good way that is! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never forget those moments.. those moments of feeling all sorts of feelings, you name it - hurt, lost, pain, anger, disappointment, insecurity, whatever. Family was not a word I truly knew nor even understood. It was some sort of distant faraway thing that I never imagined could feel real to me. Home never really felt like home. It was more of a building, a house, somewhat like a prison. A prison of mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, I had always known that my family was abnormal. There were always problems. Dad had rage difficulties - he couldn't control his temper, and most of the time those anger fits landed the whole house in chaos. New plates would end up chipped at the sides, doors broken, crying, screaming, banging, more stuff flying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v320/cs_dreadlord/door.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;em&gt;The broken door - now used to hang belts and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was little communication within the family. Even if there were, it would not be something positive. The only form of communication between Dad and I were nothing but shouts, stern words or merely a nod or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no warmth. No laughter, no smiles.. no peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even till this date, I can vividly remember that night. Mum and Dad had quarrelled again. This time, it took a step further. Mum had gone over to my Aunt's place, a few houses down. I was in the school bus, sitting right at the back gripping my Chinese New Year flowers tight. The school bus stopped outside my house, but I couldn't move. I was crying. I was scared, so scared that I pee-ed on the bus seat. I was scared to step in that house only to find that Mum was not in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late in the night, when the neighbours' lights were off and the only visible signs of existence were those of the dim rays from the streetlamps, the scene unfolded. Dad was carrying Mum who was in terribly deep sleep back, and there I was tagging behind with trudging feet as I pulled the plastic roller container containing her clothes. Somehow my heart seemed so heavy. Yet it was empty.. Why was it so? Why? I looked up into the sky and asked. "Where are you, God? Jesus help me.." There and then, the star twinkled in that dark blue sky. It was the saddest night of my life, yet also the most hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends never knew my life at home. I never opened up to them. No matter how upset I was or how troubled I felt, I left those emotions buried inside until later when I walked home after school. I didn't want those emotions to affect life in school. I wanted to enjoy school life as much as possible because it meant more time away from 'the house'. And sometimes, I really felt happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there were times when I felt like a two-faced freak too. I would hate myself because I felt like I was living in 2 worlds. In such times, when I was alone, I would let my mask drop. I questioned my existence on earth, searched for my purpose, my destiny, my own identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never have found those answers should one special person not step into my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v320/cs_dreadlord/GabrielandOzzie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;GABRIEL! My leader (: I came to know him in sec 2 through another friend, and he brought me to church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was that perfect day when those answers came flooding in, and also that very day when I accepted Christ into my life and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I came to know a new family - my spiritual family at hoGc. (: The warmth and cosiness I first felt back at Henderson then (we've since moved to Clemenceau) can never be forgotten. People I didn't even know came up by the dozens to shake my hand and make friends! It was amazing. All of them were so sincere and genuine in their gestures that for once in my life I really felt loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also this bunch of crazy God-loving people who taught me the true meaning of family. Whenever I had problems, they would always be there for me. Sometimes I didn't even have to say it and they would know that something was bothering me. I found that I need not put on any facade anymore. I learnt to throw it in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v320/cs_dreadlord/MySpiritualParents.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pastor How &amp; Pastor Lia - my spiritual parents (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v320/cs_dreadlord/CLICK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                          With some of them at Cathay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was that atmosphere of excitement, pure joy and purity; that atmosphere of faith, love and hope. Strange as it seemed at that point of time, I finally felt at peace. Somehow, my heart felt so peaceful. It was as if that huge hole in my heart had finally been filled with the unconditional love of God and my spiritual family. I finally felt like I belonged, like I had a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things just didn't stop there, for God had greater plans for me and my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember returning home one day to the usual mess - shouting, banging, breaking.. When things finally settled down to silent tension and everyone started eating, I cried out to God. I couldn't take it anymore. I was tired, tired of all that crap. So I prayed in my heart, told God how tired I was. I was on the verge of breaking down when a second later, a voice spoke, "I will give you strength."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear as tinkle bells, I had heard. But unsure of who it was and doubting my own consciousness, I turned to my family members. No, they were too busy with their meals and their expressions reflected how not in the mood they were to talk. They didn't even hear a sound. Was it God? I wondered. Then that same voice spoke again, "I will give you strength."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to be God. It was. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I could feel a heavy burden being lifted off from deep within the abyss of my heart. I had buried it for so long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years now, things are so much different at home. Not much shouting or banging, no more chipping of pottery let alone doors. In place of a hostile and tense atmosphere, my home is now filled with warmth and yes, laughter and smiles! Hey, even my grouchy Dad jokes! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v320/cs_dreadlord/P10100462.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                 This was taken quite recently. See him smile now? Sweeeet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, I remember Pastor How saying that it's not normal to have broken families. It's common, but definitely not normal. Families were meant to provide an environment of unconditional love, of teaching, of protection, of assurance and security and solace.. Not depression or sorrow or devastation or misery, let alone suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you share the same hurt I experienced, don't give up all hope or lose sight of life. When God came into my life to mend those broken patches in my life, He came with love. And that's what He'll use to fill your empty heart too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles with God. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES, chiwen ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116221550154666527?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116221550154666527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116221550154666527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116221550154666527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116221550154666527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/10/heylo-chi-wen-here-feeling-little-emo_30.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116215807016627229</id><published>2006-10-29T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:41:10.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yo yo yo!&lt;br /&gt;Gabby here to blog for the FIRST TIME! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a hectic week for me and now I'm here to share my testimony on how Jesus came into my life and totally changed it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is going to be a &lt;strong&gt;long long long long LONG LONG LONG post.&lt;/strong&gt; Don't say I didn't warn you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A life story of mine that very few know about! So prepare your pop corns and nachos!&lt;br /&gt;Buckle up and sit tight as you prepare your hearts for a true life story which after reading, you will never be the same again! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/IC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the only picture of myself back in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm not into taking shots of myself back in the past, probably having the fear of people labelling me as someone who act cute or act handsome.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, big change! BIG! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My life before I was a Christian was like CRAP. Because I was some act-cool loser who was extremely egoistic and hot-tempered, many disliked me. I only had a few close friends like Ming Rong and some other guy, but they weren't that close to me either because I was always in BGRs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/Mong%20and%20Gab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ming Rong (now commonly known as "Mong") and me during Brother Sky and Sister Evelyn's wedding. I tear at how God's glory is shown in this picture, how far we've come and how much we've changed...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to my story. Yes, if you were having doubts, I was facing BGR problems like many of you! None of those BGRs worked as well, instead it made my life much more worse. I don't think any of those girls even 'love' me at all, and neither did I really 'love' them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Words that could describe me: Insecure, hypocritical and ill-mannered. I was a public enemy, to both teachers and schoolmates. I was blacklisted for spiking my hair, being rude to teachers and very atrocious results. Schoolmates hated my attitude towards everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not forgetting, my vulgarities which were like punctuation in my every sentence. This was what an old friend said about me while we were walking home: &lt;strong&gt;"Wah lao! Every 5 metres you walk must scold one bad word leh!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To add salt to that wound, I was also backstabbed by a scout platoon mate of mine. He went around to people and framed my name and said that I did things which I did not, and I said things about people which I did not. It increased the hatred the people had on me. Few people wanted to gang and beat me up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you surprised yet? You're missing out the best part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At home, my attitude changed as well. I wasn't only less open to my parents, I disrespected them. I argued and quarrelled with them either when I got back bad test results or when I talked back to them impolitely. Behind their backs, I would even curse them with vulgarities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was one time I even fought with my father at home. It was one day where I was tired and didn't want to go for my tuition class. My father insisted I go, and started to pull me off bed. It ended up in a fight where I pushed my father down and he hurt his back. To explain, he's in his 60s and experiencing health and heart problems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/Dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of my old man, and to show you how old he is. Then, picture both of us fighting in the past, and he being pushed down onto the floor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you can't, don't scare yourself. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During the end days of being in such torture, I still had a girlfriend. Well, SORTA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She played with my feelings. When I asked her out she would find all excuses to reject. She was clearly avoiding me. I sometimes felt like asking her for us to break up, for why even go steady when she doesn't like me? But I did not have the guts. Correction, I NEVER had guts to do anything at all. There was once, because of her, I felt like committing suicide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to admit, I played hers too and I told her I wanted to commit suicide. When she tried to call me in attempt to stop me, I didn't answer her calls. Later in the day when I tried to call back, she was furious and felt cheated of her feelings. That was when our relationship went over the rocks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Insecurity made me hang on and never want to leave her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was my life. I hated it. I thought to myself, if I died, would the world even bother? Or would they even know? I tried all ways to find a purpose in life but it stayed meaningless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No love, no hope, no friends, no peace, no joy, nothing at all... I felt like an empty shell. What was I living for?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/KS.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That question was answered when I met the guy I'm eternally grateful to...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/KS.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/KS.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/KS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/KS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's Kaisheng, the legendary drummer of Heart of God church! He brought me to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Red Rain 2003&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the rock concert that changed my life forever. It was my first time, being a 14 year old kid, going to a rock concert and I totally enjoyed it. What's the best part? It's FREE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went there with Ming Rong and another friend and it was the best night we ever had. That was the day I accepted Jesus into my life, but never knew what was in store for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That one day came when I quarrelled again with my girlfriend, and this time we broke up. For what reason? She didn't like Christianity and me going to church. She thought that it was a waste of time and money. I was really very upset, I thought my life has ended.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, I decided to seek God about this and I felt that it was a great decision I made. I asked God if she was the right girl for me, and if she isn't, I asked God if He could help me let go of her. I also prayed for myself to have a better life and a better character. After praying, I just went to bed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then came my very first supernatural encounter with God. Through those 8 hours while I was sleeping, He mended my broken heart and moulded my character.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Believe it or not, I woke up just the next day as a whole different person. Throughout the whole day, I felt very strangely happy and joyful. It was the first morning I greeted my parents. It was the first time I never felt angry with anything or anyone, instead it was the first time I smiled and felt so happy after an extremely long time. It felt as if a heavy burden was lifted off me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realised later in the day that I did not even mourn over my loss of my ex! I totally got my mind of thinking of her and falling into depression! Then I remembered about the prayer. I then knew and realised that God is real. Who could change in such a way in just 8 hours? Who could get over a broken relationship overnight?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made a decision on that day, and that is to give my life to Jesus. And I decided to come to Heart of God church and get planted. I became very on fire for God and never missed a single church service. But I did it secretly for the fear that my parents would find out, as they were buddhists then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I had PO like many of you did! Eventually, my parents found out. After a bit of argument and debate, my parents agreed to let me go to church! A week after that decision was made, my mother, who was the stronger buddhist in my family, started giving me lifts to church for service! In 2004, my mother visited my church and go saved! This year, my father got saved! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PO? Not a problem! What did I do to make this happen? Seriously, I don't know. Why don't you ask God? Oh yes, I prayed! (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to the past where, I also realised that my studies were in a mess when I looked through the results of my past tests and mid year exam one day. From that day onwards, I decided to work harder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did my best, and so I did well in my exams. But my past tests and mid year pulled my results down to 56.5% for overall, and 313 in level position out of 360 students. It seemed like I had no chance to enter the double science stream. With such results, it seemed impossible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But no. God was only testing my faith. I trusted God and was very confident that He would help me, and yes, He did. I prayed every day for a miracle. The day of the posting came, and I entered double science. I shouted with joy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made many new friends in church too, more than being warm and friendly people, they were true friends who would always be there for me till the end. More than these friends I have, I have Pastors and my leaders, Charleston and Roy, for their greatest love and care for me throughout, guiding me into becoming a living testimony of God for the world to see!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made a decision to quit going into BGRs and not again until I'm ready, until God says I'm ready. For the time being, the furthest I'd go would be having crushes (: . No more than that. I also made a decision that I would not play with or cheat other people's feelings, especially girls, and learn to be a gentleman. And strictly this is one rule in my life: NO FLIRTING (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear reader, if you have a need, emotional or physical, welcome to the human race.&lt;br /&gt;We all have.&lt;br /&gt;The difference in us is that we've found Someone who could meet our needs. All of them.&lt;br /&gt;And He is waiting for you to know Him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's just one prayer away.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few words and He'll come into your life. Gently, and lovingly.&lt;br /&gt;You have everything to gain, and nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;If you decide to make this decision, it's the best you'll ever make in your entire life (:&lt;br /&gt;No regrets, because none of us ever had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you want to know Jesus, you've found the right group of friends to turn to. (:&lt;br /&gt;For me, I got to know Jesus in a rock concert.&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;strong&gt;this Friday&lt;/strong&gt; is Parachute Band's rock concert in our church!&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know Jesus, you've got to join me for this rocking event! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Information on Parachute Band Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Friday, 3rd November 2006 (&lt;strong&gt;THIS COMING FRIDAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Heart of God Church Auditorium&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be sure to join me! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got Jesus in me! What about you? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Gabriel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/200/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116215807016627229?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116215807016627229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116215807016627229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116215807016627229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116215807016627229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/10/yo-yo-yo-gabby-here-to-blog-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116195454337602795</id><published>2006-10-27T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T10:17:34.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Fanglynn from TK, 15 this year, and I want to share with all of you about my life before and after I received Christ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many of you, I was a mixed-up kid. My life had no purpose to it... and obviously I needed something/someone to fill up that huge empty gap in my life. things of the world, people of the world. they were everything to me. I &lt;em&gt;thought &lt;/em&gt;my life was perfect at that time, like you know, boyfriends,money,shopping,friends and all that kinda thing. I had all these. Besides the constant use of vulgarities (lian language), I was not some rebellious kid in school. I was just one word: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt;. Looking for love in the wrong places, playing guys(harhar), outrageous results... etc. as perfect (I thought so) as it was, I still had no purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried a lot of solutions. Boys. Going out everyday after school. Bestfriends, some who even disappeared when I needed a helping hand in my darkest moments. Because of this, I never really trusted anyone, except maybe for like 2 people (at that point of time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day, I searched for that purpose. that something to live for.&lt;br /&gt;My life at that point of time was like an endless road without a stop sign. Little did I know, in the midst of being lost, God was planning my future. It all began when... towards the end of my Sec1 days, two cheeky people added me to friendster!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two people are none other than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/200/CHIWEN%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look LEFT! With funkay braces, &lt;strong&gt;CHI WEN&lt;/strong&gt;! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not forgetting the handsome,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/200/Gabriel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GABRIEL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I became friends with both of them as a very fast pace. One particular night, Chiwen called me on my hp and asked if I would like to go to her church. this church was none other than Heart of God church. I&lt;em&gt; immediately &lt;/em&gt;said yes as I had nothing on that very sunday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I accepted her warm invitation. I went to the church with an open heart and an open mind. I was ready to listen and receive, and see why these two people loved Heart of God church so much. They were still back in Henderson at that time, already ready to move to the city. Although the auditorium was small, it was filled with an overflowing amount of love and warmth. Countless number of people came up to me and automatically introduced themselves to me. I was, yeah, touched (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The worship song began to play. I still remember the song playing was, "U.R.Y". At the start, I just sang along to the song, not knowing who to dedicate these deep words to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As Pastor How began his sermon, I finally understood the meaning of life. It was none other than God and God alone. I finally came to know that there is a God who saves and heals and mends broken hearts. I finally found Someone who will love me unconditionally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Towards the end of the service, I experienced His presence. I knew exactly Who to dedicate the song "U.R.Y" to. God. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The second week I came back to hoGc, and accepted Him into my life! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Things never became the same again. I striked BGR off my list. Nothing was sian to me. I found my purpose in life. I found my destination. No more listening to sad sad sad Jay Chou songs and mulling over them. Whenever I have problems, I'll know exactly who to run to. I'll just run to God. I need not seek solace in people (except my leaders) anymore. No more backstabbings as I knew church was a place filled with LOVEEEE! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The people I hung out with also slowly changed bit by bit. Church people are just fantastic, they're there when you need them and will not pull a disappearing act on you (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Right now I fight for Him, alongside with my ever-so-wonderful Psts &amp; Leaders. I matured greatly and fully understand that God is the answer to my life. He's not some distant God, He too yearns to be close to you every single day. Those who haven't come to know Him, all you have to do is receive Him into your life. He's one almight God who keeps every single tear you've shed over guys/ poor results/ family squabbles and bottles them up. He's the One who'll carry you across troubled times. He's &lt;strong&gt;MY GOD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I pray too, one day, you'll get to know this big God of mine (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v320/cs_dreadlord/sentosaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-islandlife0022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the smile on my face took on a deeper meaning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Loving people, loving &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;, loving life.&lt;br /&gt;Fanglynn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/fangsig.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/fangsig.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116195454337602795?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116195454337602795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116195454337602795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116195454337602795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116195454337602795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-i-am-fanglynn-from-tk-15-this.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116187276627839302</id><published>2006-10-26T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T10:16:01.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! It's Roderick a.k.a Roddy/Rod/Dricky. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Christian is the best decision I've made in my entire life and it would always stay No.1, right at the top of my list. The person you see me now is the entirely changed one, being changed by the love of God. Who doesn't have a ugly past in their lives? What matters now is amazing future that I have in Him now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I became a Christian, I was an immature 14 year-old and faced many problems with my character and temper. Many people can say "yes" to that. I had a temper which was unpredictable and thus led to many of my classmates having fear in them when they approached me. Even the guys. This would tell you how scary I was and that wasn't any normal fear, it was the fear that I might get violent any time. This was the issue that I had with my temper. I would also add in vulgarities to every part of my sentence, may it be a short one or a long one.. There would at least be one vulgar word in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v320/cs_dreadlord/CIMG02182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's me with my angry face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived every day in darkness, having no light shone into my life. A confession to make here. I had emptiness in my life, and having the need to be loved by someone. Due to that, I resorted to relationships and I'm sure many people would know the outcome. It didn't work out. I thought all those were my everything. Of course there was pain when I lost it, very painful. I didn't know the purpose of my existence on planet Earth. There would be nights which I can't sleep and I would think throughout the night," Would anyone cry for me if I were to leave this place? Would anyone even remember my name or my face when I leave? Where would I go after I die? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where there was an ultimate change in everything. God gave me this person, this very important person in my life who gave me a chance and opportunity to experience God's love. She was the one who played a part in changing my life. She's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v320/cs_dreadlord/item.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sabrina!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She invited me to Heart Of God Church and I invited Jesus into my life on the same day which I attended my first service there! This is the part where everything in my life took a turn and changed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was that very day where all my questions about my life had been answered. God was the answer to all. I was made on a purpose for God's purpose. I no longer need to resort to relationships to fill up the emptiness in my heart or to satisfy my hunger for love as God can do all that. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day by day I changed for the better. I no longer face problems on my temper now, which means I would probably laugh when someone makes me angry or so. I don't have to retaliate or take revenge on them. Being a Christian means having the character of Jesus Christ. He didn't take any revenge or so when He was in this kind of situation, He's gracious. I no longer speak with vulgarities, all my words that come out of my mouth have been filtered and clean. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I speak with more maturity, not like I was in the past and I knew what happens to me matters to God. I no longer have thoughts of suicide nor any negative thoughts. Despite any problems that I face now, He never fails to carry me up and help me cross over them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So friends, this is my story of my significant change in my life. If He could do all these for me, I'm sure that He can also do it for yours. Make a decision now. You have everything to gain, nothing to lose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Roderick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/rodericksig.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/rodericksig.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116187276627839302?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116187276627839302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116187276627839302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116187276627839302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116187276627839302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-everyone-its-roderick.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116175162513910741</id><published>2006-10-25T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T10:14:21.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JENN'S HERE!! yay hahahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. most people know me as someone who craps alot, tell loads of lame jokes and stuff like that. Have you heard the story behind the smiles? (wah sound so drama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, a brief introduction then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/sentosaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-islandlife=%29%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/sentosaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-islandlife%3D%29%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;THAT'S ME! I came to HoGc at the end of Sec one, what was I like then ah? Keep you in suspense, tell you about the now first. LOL. Well anyways, I grew up eating junk food like the one you see in the picture (New York pizza!), and 2 years later, I'm glad to say I developed into a healthy 15year old on fire for Jesus Christ *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a 13 year old filled with the woes of adolesence, I was naturally what you would call inquisitive, the everything-also-want-to try kind of person. Without much guidance from my parents (many people envy my freedom, not knowing what it cost me :D), I was lost to the world, at least for a while. Boyfriend after boyfriend, party after party. Lifeless, I know. But what was a thirteen year old girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search for love and acceptance was a never ending one, people broke my heart, I broke others', it was a vicious cycle. Every relationship ended up with both parties hurt and spiteful, at the end of it I knew there MUST be something more to life than just boys and getting drunk, and of course, wrist slashing. If anyone who's reading this happens to be the above, don't. When you bleed, God weeps. And of course for a superficial reason, the scars are permanent, trust me, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun for a while, the initial excitement of having a bunch of wild people as friends, the thrill of getting high and all that. After a while it just gets to you.. getting unconscious didn't feel very pleasant anymore, every boyfriend was no different from the other and every party more meaningless than the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where I thank God I have Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/alex12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/alex12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY RIGHT?! She was my classmate at that time and invited me to HoGc. First reaction? "Siaoo.. for what? So boring.." I don't know how she convinced me, but I went anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, the church door wasn't embedded with a crucifix, Pastor wasn't wearing some dreadful old robes and wasn't carrying a bible in his arms either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you what Heart of God church looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/break%20dance%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/break%20dance%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us dancing during heart awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/USHERS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/USHERS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a small bunch of us :) note the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMALL&lt;/span&gt;. The people aren't dressed in suits and ties and plain old sunday dresses. We keep up with times okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, aside from the fun and laughter, every person has a story to tell. Just like me, we've all been lost before, we all thought church was boring before. But we beg to differ now.. church is more like a home than anyone of us could ever possibly imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't ACT HOLY like what people think, we don't have to ACT HAPPY either, we call it the joy of the Lord. We lead Godly lives because we want to thank our saviour, not because we want to show the world that we're holier than the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, problems aren't gone the moment we acknowledge God's existence. Being a Christian isn't the end of it all, it's just the very very exciting beginning. Come on, you don't think I became perfect the moment I accepted Christ do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early of sec2, I was threatened with suspension. Was I scared? LIKE DUH. The people who really stood by me weren't the "ol' buddies" I had, they were the church friends I made barely a few weeks ago. Their loyalty and understanding proved touching and it was then I realised, I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; make a right choice in my life after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 2 years since I entered HoGc, I'm pretty much changed. Vulgarities are no longer my punctuation, alcohol no longer my remedy for depression, parties aren't everything I live for. I've got a bigger purpose and a wonderful destiny now. My sense of fun and my love for excitement hasn't dissipated, I'm not like old and boring and all that. Now they're directed into brightening up the lives of other people and showing them that a broken relationship isn't the end of the world. I lived through it, so can you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People.. One is no different from the other. Yet God made each of us special, unique in our own little ways. It's amazing. It's something you have to experience for yourself. We're not acting enthu about our God, we ARE enthusiastic about our God. He's something good we found, and He's something we want to share with the rest of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove,&lt;br /&gt;jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/jennsig.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/jennsig.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/jenblog.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116175162513910741?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116175162513910741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116175162513910741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116175162513910741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116175162513910741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/10/jenns-here-yay-hahahaha-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116170295349803477</id><published>2006-10-24T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T10:09:59.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, hello everyone! lex here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been full of action ever since i've became a Christian. haha, yea right? yea right! people always say that i smile a lot, and that i'm always giving that signature laughter of mine. why do i have these unique things? it's just the joy of the Lord. nthg more because there's nothing else in this world that can make me smile that smile i give to everyone, everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes i might be down, i still put on that smile. not that i'm trying to cover what i'm feeling on the inside, but because i see no reason why i should frown. (: frowning gives me wrinkles! frowning makes me older that means. i wna stay young! young! young! not forever though. for the time being. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just share this little something with everyone. i failed my theory grade 7 recently. oh man. that's like really bad. because my mom had high hopes. she wanted me to get my grade 8 certificate earlier so that i could at least appeal into a JC of my choice if i did not make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failing our school subjects is a different thingy. we could always take the test a week later or another month later the most. however, for theory, you have to wait for six months. (i'm doing it in 12 months!) oh gosh lah! this was really worrying for me. as i had to spend more time re-learning the things again. i have to stay back one whole year. my mother blasted at me in the car that day after i got my results. did i cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i did. i felt so bad that i had disappointed her. because i know that i did not put in enough effort into this exam. (: i went home and shut my room door. i prayed and prayed, and prayer. that God will give me the strength to... not give up. i was really on the verge of giving up my usic career as i had postponed my practical grade 8 to next year march also as i was not ready for the august one. yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure you all know that God answers our prayers. i've got good friends who sms-ed me and encouraged me. my father had a good talk with me to. daddy was really understanding during that period of time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was the one who was behind me all these while giving me the strength to pull through every difficulty i have in my life. God was the one who was always there when i was alone, when i was in need of someone. people come and go in your life, however my God, the God of the universe is not like that. (: God was always there, till now. till &lt;em&gt;forever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;friends, that's the end of my short story. hope that you're having a great life now. if there's any problems you are facing or any joy u wanna share, feel free to add me to &lt;a href="mailto:vindicated91@hotmail.com"&gt;vindicated91@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; (: the smiley alex is always here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVELOVE;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alexandria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116170295349803477?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116170295349803477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116170295349803477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116170295349803477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116170295349803477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-hello-everyone-lex-here.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116099076451289506</id><published>2006-10-16T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:26:04.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/granny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/granny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my granny. Of course, she doesn't have the looks to kill, but her words did. It was just another comment along with her other sarcastic remarks to attack me personally such as "Aiyo, I think no one love me. I'm destined to die a sad old lady, no one wants me anymore".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once her words hit me hard. It makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what will usually happen when I reach home. I will stretch my hands across the door to take the key, open the dirty green metal gate, and I'll greet my granny by saying "Ah Por (which means granny)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was busy practicing my vocals for tomorrow's audition at church, I totally forget about it. And it created in her a God-knows-why super sensitiveness and she starts her sarcastic personal attacks. Unglamorous. Of course, I just shrugged it off (don't really expect me to hit a 90+ year old lady did you?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/lame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/lame.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her words did set me thinking in the bathroom (I was bathing, lah!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education.  It can be good, it can be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, why are there wars in this already injured planet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, almost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the root of politics? The manipulative behaviour, the desire to be the best, the personal attacks, it all leads right down to. That's right, education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, think about the notorious Nazi and Japanese human experiments during the Second World War. What was it for? For fun? For the sake of sadism? Nah, for research, in other words, education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serial killers. They aren't the local farmer Joe, they are highly respected people who holds good careers, with the mind able to plot evil masterplans, the ability to manipulate people's feelings and the ability to successfully escape undetected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to get an education, but don't let the devil educate your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/leonsig.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/leonsig.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116099076451289506?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116099076451289506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116099076451289506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116099076451289506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116099076451289506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/10/thats-my-granny.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116083686384873268</id><published>2006-10-14T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:57:26.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PEOPLE PEOLE PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE AFTER EXAMS MOOD! WHOOOOOSH! CAN YOU FEEL IT?!?!?! CAN U FEEL IT?!?! CAN YOOOOOOOOOOOU FEEL IT!!! I CAN! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so glad. so many people are coming to HEART OF GOD CHURCH man! hahah. I CAN FEEL THE REVIVAL BREEZE! ITS COMING.. OHHHH ITS COMING! LET'S GET EXCITED AND GET READY TO BE BLOWN OF BY THE SERVICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTIFUL FANTASTIC LIGHTS, ROCK AND INTERESTING MUSIC, BEAUTIFUL GREEEEEENY CHAIRS AND WONDERFUL SERMONS BEING PREACHED! OF COURSE!!! AREN'T YOU EXCITED?! INTERESTED?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on and join us at Singapore Shopping Centre (Clemencue avenue)! AIYA! just contact any of the faces up there plus : &lt;strong&gt;Wai kit, Justin khaw, Astrid and Fang Ning!&lt;/strong&gt; We love all people!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/sabrinasig.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/sabrinasig.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/CAW679PW.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116083686384873268?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116083686384873268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116083686384873268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116083686384873268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116083686384873268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/10/people-peole-people-its-after-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116079629294256771</id><published>2006-10-14T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:56:29.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Good morning Holy Spirit! hahahaha it's gona be an awesome day, I can feel it in my fingers! And my toes! Joy to the world, the exams are OVERRR!! I can hear people around the world celebrating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know what that spells for us TK hoGc peeps? REVIVAL. We're gona hit 30 by the end of the year, and that won't even be any kick. It's not even about the numbers, it's the lives. CG attendance? 31 last week, 42 this week. Looks like we've all been building up our spiritual lives during the exams, lol. Well that's certainly true for me, it's during the most desperate situations that we really seek God eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've got the momentum, we're gonna keep going. Going and growing. Not just in numbers but in our lives too! No more small talk and gossip and backstabbing among ourselves. It's just gona be pure hearted people with a hunger for the lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is loving the lost all there is to it? I don't think so, I think we've got to love each other too. There's no point getting 30, 40 or even 50 and ending up with a team of TK people who can't stand each other's faces.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And with that love for each other, it's only then that we can spread da love baby! Yep! It shouldn't be an obligation to meet up every morning or every recess, it's suppose to be a joy!! Don't pull long faces when you see me okay, it's an honour to be able to admire my face early in the morning. Okay okay, kidding!! But seriously, we gotta keep that love for one another :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I LOVE YOU GUYS!! *hugs*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/jennsig.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/jennsig.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/jenblog.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116079629294256771?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116079629294256771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116079629294256771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116079629294256771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116079629294256771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-morning-holy-spirit-hahahaha-its.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116039295487011309</id><published>2006-10-09T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:58:50.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoo-yeah it's just two days away! The end of exams!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all of you (including me) can do it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait man.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see everybody giving our best to God, going back to our ministries, serving and flourishing, receiving and growing as a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna have great fun!&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna breakthrough!&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna change this blog picture real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I knew a great girl called Fangning last week. In case she reads this, Welcome to hoGc! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not just the sec3s but the sec2s and 1s, including Justin K, Rina, Fangning, EXERCISE BOLD FAITH! YOU CAN DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveee,&lt;br /&gt;Fanglynn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/fangsig.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/fangsig.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116039295487011309?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116039295487011309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116039295487011309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116039295487011309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116039295487011309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-guys-hoo-yeah-its-just-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-116011909196012264</id><published>2006-10-06T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T01:00:06.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all TK peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great to see everyone really laying down our pride and making an effort to change and be BIG people for Jesus and for others! After all that has happened in the past, all the small-mindedness, the childish quarrels over dotA games, the immature conflicts and arguments, the disagreement and unhappiness, the ungodly conversations and culture, the unreceptive and insubmissive attitude... All the sin and mistakes that God hated, but He still loves you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can assure that God's proud of you all. God is delighted at how bold you guys are and how much faith you guys have! The plasma TV project, the post-its, the hearts, the lollipops and not forgetting this blog! During service, it was only a feature of what you did, which was already great! Guess what, after exams, the FRUIT of your labour will come forth! Continue doing what all of you are doing, even when school closes for the holidays (what can we do, you may ask? well START THINKING of more ideas already! (: ), TK will definitely breakthrough THIRTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than just the thrill and the number. It is really the salvation of each and every lives that count. Like how each and every one of us came to church and know God! I believe when we did, we found a meaning and purpose in life, the thing which we've always been looking for in our lives! So will each and every person from TK who will step into our church in future. They will come to know Jesus, receive Him into their lives and find their destiny! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just want to encourage all of you, you guys are doing great! Despite all problems and issues everyone is having. Everyone is human and has character issues, but we have to open up our hearts and lives to be more OPEN and TRANSPARENT to God and our pastors and leaders to mould us and correct us, to change and be more Christlike and Godly! Just like how Ming Rong is to me, and how I am to Roy and Charleston! (: Well, let this be a challenge to all of you here to CHANGE in this way, game enough for it!? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you can take up this challenge, the revival in TK will not only continue, but there will be a revival in TK with BIG, GODLY and STRONG Christians who will be great testimonies and shine their lights to all their unsaved friends! Remember, Pastor How said before that he would rather have a SMALL but STRONG church than a BIG but WEAK church! Of course, we want to be a BIG and STRONG church! So let's keep our purity and holiness, and stay as Godly people without being influenced by the carnal ways of many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, WELL DONE and KEEP IT UP! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for your exams! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing in ALL of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-116011909196012264?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/116011909196012264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=116011909196012264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116011909196012264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/116011909196012264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-all-tk-peeps-great-to-see-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-115989313246168455</id><published>2006-10-04T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T20:41:38.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yo!! It's the exammsss!!! It's gona be one hectic week and we're gona mug till we drop for the glory of God. woohooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, I was reading this book Gabriel lent me titled "it's not about me". It's about one year overdue by the way and I was reading it the 2nd time. The author was talking about how we succeed for God's glory and not for ourselves and there was this basketballer who did like.. superbly well, scored terrific goals and everything. At the end of it all, he said this when he was interviewed "All glory goes to God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be awesome if we could say the same at the end of our exams? :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mug hard TKsians!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/jennsig.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/jennsig.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/jenblog.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-115989313246168455?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/115989313246168455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=115989313246168455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115989313246168455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115989313246168455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/10/yo-its-exammsss-its-gona-be-one-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-115982859021598044</id><published>2006-10-03T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T06:36:30.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="javascript:ol(" a="4361422021836M134981867Y');&amp;quot;"&gt;http://www.hallmark.com/ECardWeb/ECV.jsp?a=4361422021836M134981867Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-115982859021598044?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/115982859021598044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=115982859021598044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115982859021598044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115982859021598044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/10/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-115962177134307572</id><published>2006-09-30T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T11:29:42.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My second post ! XD ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless Leon ! Todays his birthday XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing much to post except the fact that we must all work hard for our exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work hard for  the Lord !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to thank  Karren for allowing us to use the PCCG room .I guess praying really works. God forges miracles . If not for Karren , we will still be concealing our presence in that pathetic corner oblivious  to others .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tk Family&lt;br /&gt;Heres formal :&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/TK%21%21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/TK%21%21.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seriously Stern look in every  face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres informal :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/TK%202006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/TK%202006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the eccentric expressions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign off XD SX...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/sxsig.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/sxsig.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/sxsig.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-115962177134307572?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/115962177134307572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=115962177134307572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115962177134307572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115962177134307572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-second-post-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-115907357053721299</id><published>2006-09-24T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:14:32.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEYY! alright, this is the first time I'm blogging on the tkfarm blog, my official PREMIERE!! wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, end of years are coming up so the other hardworking bloggers are all mugging, leaving people like me to continue blogging! HEEHEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's service was &lt;u&gt;AWESOME.&lt;/u&gt; The praise and worship was super zai la, the multitudes of people jumping around to God's music was well, quite a sight to behold :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During worship, they played the song sanctuary, one of my personal favorites. Want the lyrics? well of course you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my world was in darkness&lt;br /&gt;You spoke your word, night turned into day&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty filled this place&lt;br /&gt;When my world stood in silence,&lt;br /&gt;you filled my heart with songs that never end&lt;br /&gt;forever I will praise&lt;br /&gt;to think that the universe&lt;br /&gt;could not withhold your glory&lt;br /&gt;You choose to live in me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so amazed..&lt;br /&gt;And I, worship You Lord&lt;br /&gt;my life in You restored&lt;br /&gt;here is my heart, make it Your sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;for nobody else, but Jesus only (You)&lt;br /&gt;are faithful and true&lt;br /&gt;glorious Lord&lt;br /&gt;all my life it is You I adore&lt;br /&gt;you touched my soul&lt;br /&gt;completed my world&lt;br /&gt;I surrender to You..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People might think we're crazy for being enthusiastic about God, but hey, we beg to differ. God was the one who pulled us out of our misery, it's just about right we be thankful. Read Leon's post about wrist slashers? What better way to learn about them than from one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, make that EX wrist slasher. There'll be a period in our lives where everything's going downhill, from friends to family issues, school work to self esteem.. Trust us, we go through it too, the only difference is that we have God to bring us through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe it? You can check, I have scars that save :) It's not a proud declaration of "hey! guess what, I have a higher pain tolerance than you. See, i've got scars!" It's a proud declaration of "Look. God healed me, all that's left of my past is a scar, to remind me to always be thankful to the one who saved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than the scars on my body, it's the scars on my heart that speaks the most. Not many would admit it, but the world isn't what you'd call a wonderland. People come, people go, they hurt you, make use of you and treat you like trash. No doubt you get hurt, and that's where God comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfaithful boyfriend? Backstabbing friend? Endless amount of schoolwork? Awful results? Quarrelsome parents? Sibling rivalry? The list of that things that bring you down is endless, but there's only one solution. God. He heals broken hearts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now's my turn to start mugging. Jenn signing off, love y'all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/jennsig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/jennsig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/jenblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-115907357053721299?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/115907357053721299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=115907357053721299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115907357053721299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115907357053721299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/09/heyy-alright-this-is-first-time-im.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-115873798952460081</id><published>2006-09-20T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:32:59.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOOOOO my fellow tksians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a whopping &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;days to our EOYs! so fasten ur seatbelts and get ready to up urselves to a whole new level of studying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think we've all had our fair share of slackin'(world's most official favourite word), so I guess it's time to be a mugger. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Booo, when the word STUDY (stardee? studee?) comes into your mind, what do you think of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"AIYA, so sian lah, cmi lah, cmi,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I SO cannot wait to eat, sleep, breathe my books"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Honestly, most people will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; choose the latter. Why? HUMAN INSTINCTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You'd rather play than study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You'd rather have a good game of dotA than study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You'd rather have masculine fingers playing 02Jam than to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You'd rather slack than study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You'd rather kill cartoon snails on a virtual screen than study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's not wrong or whatsoever... You think I don't like to play ah? Hahahhahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But we've got to know our seasons well (just like Someone I know(: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My fellow TKsians, NOW is the TIME to study! (Until 11 oct? When the exams end ah? Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's your choice, ultimately, but read on.... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Pay&lt;/em&gt;' The price is time. Make time for the highest priorities - like your study, your spiritual growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Positive&lt;/em&gt;' Give attention to the positives. Don't be hijacked by the negatives which can so easily claim our attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;Attention&lt;/em&gt;' Give undistracted attention to the person. Turn off the TV, the handphone, put down your pen, the book and look them in the eye. Listen, hear what they're saying. Connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the last chunk of words from the E1 Blog, haha.&lt;br /&gt;You guys should really check out their posts too, it's cool. it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't have a single tinge of confidence.. No worries, we'll conquer this exam together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you great guys bucketloads,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/fangsig.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/fangsig.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-115873798952460081?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/115873798952460081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=115873798952460081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115873798952460081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115873798952460081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/09/boooooo-my-fellow-tksians-its-whopping.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-115867910102420681</id><published>2006-09-19T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:32:19.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know this is random. But just wanna say: We're working so well and closely with each other in bringing our ounsaved friends. i can't take it! it's sucha wonderful thing to rejoice about! ain't it? Well, basically today 19/09/06 - we gave a HEART which says :"JESUS LOVES YOU!" behind it:"FROM: THE PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU! WAIKIT, SAB, FL, JENN, ALEX, MEL, LEON, BJON, SHIXIANG, RODD, CHIWEN, WEIDE!" guess what!?! He just turned around and asked,"Where? what time?" guess what THAT meant! It meant where is our church situated and what time our service start! OH MAN. GOD IS WONDERFUL! Indeed, only when God moves, then we can move. AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: putting aside differences to work together as a team. BIG PEOPLE! YEAHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTINUE TO MOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/sabrinasig.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/sabrinasig.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-115867910102420681?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/115867910102420681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=115867910102420681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115867910102420681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115867910102420681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-know-this-is-random.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-115850149520583794</id><published>2006-09-17T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:39:23.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h1 class="firstHeading"&gt;Scalpel&lt;/h1&gt;       &lt;h3 id="siteSub"&gt;From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;A &lt;b&gt;scalpel&lt;/b&gt; is a very sharp knife used for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surgery" title="Surgery"&gt;surgery&lt;/a&gt; as well as various &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arts_and_crafts" title="Arts and crafts"&gt;arts and crafts&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Scalpels can have a fixed blade, or a disposable blade. The blades on scalpels are extremely sharp—merely touching a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medicine" title="Medicine"&gt;medical&lt;/a&gt; scalpel with bare hands to test it will cut through the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skin" title="Skin"&gt;skin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;S stands for scapel, a tool surgeons use during operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching this video about Japanese War Crimes that other day and there was this scene where the Japanese cut open a Chinese boy's stomach with a scapel so easily, like a penknife cutting paper. Of course, I was disgusted because it wasn't even sensored at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that sets me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 4:22&lt;br /&gt;"Also for Adam and his wife the Lord God made tunics of skin, and clothed them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from this I made the assumption that the first few people that God created before this Adam and Eve ate the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, that they looked something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://people.uleth.ca/%7Elittle/PE2110/funcanatomy/2front%20muscle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://people.uleth.ca/%7Elittle/PE2110/funcanatomy/2front%20muscle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy isn't it? Imagine seeing your own friends without skin, and you can clearly see their pink flesh and their white bones with some meat dangling around walking about. Definitely an "ew" rating of 10/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see how the skin affect our appearance in total. Now, I ain't going into more biology in case you fall asleep and drool on the computer table, which will be nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering, how could slitting wrists be deemed as a common practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Slitting wrists,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chrismcgrath.com/mysqlimages/gash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.chrismcgrath.com/mysqlimages/gash.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it must have been a painful process. At the same time, it brings about relief,  the gushing of blood is like the solution to all the problems and depression you have. And then, you take a picture and you show it to your friends. Then, your self esteem increases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it's just temporal happiness. If you haven't notice, people who slit their wrists do it again and again and again. Soon, the ecstacy and happiness they feel starts to decrease and decrease. Then, they appear dead and they start hating everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/DSC01200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/320/DSC01200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bible says Blood is the life giving fluid of the body and it is regarded as the seat of life and that shed blood signifies death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indirectly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slitting wrists = Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do bear good news!&lt;br /&gt;You can change the equation to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slitting wrists = Good death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce you to this person who have brought tranquility, peace, pride, value and purpose into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, this is my Friend, my Saviour, my Lord, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.donatocalabrese.it/jesus/imago/Gesumise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.donatocalabrese.it/jesus/imago/Gesumise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now now, don't run away and say, "OMG, it is another Jesus freak! @#$%^%$^$^%^$"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't know this great guy who keep me away from depression, you gotta know him man, at least the next time you slit your wrists, you know that Jesus loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus loves me, meh? Then why don't He appear in front of me right now so that I know He's for real and that He loves me?", you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave you a choice, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A choice to believe whether He loved you so much till He got whipped, beaten and died for you on the cross. For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice's yours, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/leonsig.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/leonsig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/34123750-115850149520583794?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/115850149520583794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=115850149520583794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115850149520583794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115850149520583794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/09/scalpel-from-wikipedia-free.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-115848122715460392</id><published>2006-09-17T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:17:13.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/150px-Christian_cross_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 187px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/150px-Christian_cross_svg.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fter hearing to Pastor's how preach about worshipping &amp; Praising .&lt;br /&gt;I 100% agreed with his words . Let me summarise his words .&lt;br /&gt;[ Need - Seek - Value - Worth - Worship - Worshipper - Valuable - Faith ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you ask yourself why we are on earth ?&lt;br /&gt;What purpose are we here on earth for ?&lt;br /&gt;It begins with God . God created us . He who is our creator gives us the purpose in life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Its in Christ that we find out who we are and what we are living for . Long before we first heard Christ ,... he had his eye on us , had desgins on us for glorious living , part of overall purpose he is working out in everything and everyone . " Ephesians I : II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only by seeking christ can we find  the meaning of our lives . Our life is not an unintentional accident.&lt;br /&gt;"A life devoted to things is a dead life , a stump ; a God shaped life is a floursing tree ." Proverbs II : 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why our life is full of excitement and we love our life " HOGCians's msn nicks"  .God shapes the path we are suppose to walk. God is the person who moulds the clay . The clay is us .  God is the Shepherd and we are his sheep . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen! Quoted from The purpose Driven in life  Author: Rick warren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/sxsig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/sxsig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-115848122715460392?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/115848122715460392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=115848122715460392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115848122715460392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115848122715460392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/09/after-hearing-to-pastors-how-preach.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-115832553987951528</id><published>2006-09-15T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:40:31.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ain't TK just WONDERFUIL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay. Basically i gave FOLDED hearts to my beloved friends ((: and it says this : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Jesus Loves You - so do I - SMILES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Free? why? ask me- and they did ask me why and i explained to them that Jesus set us free from the chains of sin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Peace from the outside comes from the inside, and only JESUS can give you that- she was touched and thanked me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not only folded hearts were given out to my friends but personal notes. Actually some found it weird but who cares! it's a way of showing my love for my friends man! i just love LOVING PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OH! one more thing to add. During PT in NPCC today, i've gotten to know my juniors really really really better! as in seriously! Especially the sec 1s! SABRINA PT MA'AM LOVES YOU ALL!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love TK, my friends out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;God bless;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/sabrinasig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/sabrinasig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-115832553987951528?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/115832553987951528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=115832553987951528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115832553987951528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115832553987951528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/09/beautiful-people-aint-tk-just.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-115824211310823095</id><published>2006-09-14T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:39:07.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people! I'm back again !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really tiring day for me and weide. Hahahahahah! We went from the east of Singapore to the center and then to the north just to look for a shop that allows us to design our own Tk jacket! How hardworking are we !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Weide and I took bus 197 to Queensway ! Along the way to bus stop, i saw Shahdan ! He told me go Panisula[or whatever they spell] Plaza to get my jacket printed. I was so happy as it's so much nearer compared to Queensway Shopping centre! Hahaha so i dropped off outside Panisula plaza, walking in with both excitement and happiness. But how many of u knows the greater your expectation, the more disappointed you will get ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Shahdan lied to me. When i stepped into the plaza, it's like i stepped into Little India. Everywhere's indian, even the shop name is written in Indian.[I'm not being racist] After roaming about the whole place for half an hour, i give up. We took another 197 to Queensway shopping centre. It wasnt easy to find that shop. I took 1 hr roaming around the mall round and round and finally found it! Hahahahahah! But the price is very expensive, have to discuss with the rest tomorrow !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/melsig.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/melsig.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-115824211310823095?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/115824211310823095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=115824211310823095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115824211310823095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115824211310823095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-people-im-back-again-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-115815262047525446</id><published>2006-09-13T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:38:34.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. i gave rachel bok an encouragement card today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoopppeeeeeee. i felt good dat she was motivated to study. (:&lt;br /&gt;you see girls/boys, if something so small can make you RISE UP and give yur best shot at something, do it for tht person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tht person will be overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cards like these are in high demand when you are taking depressive exams like prelims. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;people just dont show how much they want these encouragements... till it is brought to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll bring it to them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im now watching SIngapore Idol. (uber randomness)&lt;br /&gt;i think finals definitely Hady luh.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe Jasmine...? she pretty leh.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan? but he only can sing the low notes well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's ur choice? Tag &amp; we shall see..... hahahhaa (:&lt;br /&gt;must tag arh, dont run away...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;till then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/fangsig.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/fangsig.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-115815262047525446?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/115815262047525446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=115815262047525446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115815262047525446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115815262047525446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/09/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-115798742168124346</id><published>2006-09-11T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:34:56.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ~! Today is a wonderful day with all of us praying for Revival in TK ! Though some are unable to join us, but we still had a wonderful time praying dint we? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be another trip to the mission field and we will definitely win the battle ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all work together team and save the unsaved souls out there !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog this but not my own blog. hahahahah =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/melsig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/melsig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-115798742168124346?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/115798742168124346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=115798742168124346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115798742168124346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115798742168124346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-today-is-wonderful-day-with-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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-34123750.post-115789623229239912</id><published>2006-09-10T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:37:45.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>booooo, sch's starting tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all going back to the mission field tml with a whole new change of heart, mind, soul.&lt;br /&gt;mission field- tk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charge. full-force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE TK, FOR GOD. (:&lt;br /&gt;40 IS POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/fangsig.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/400/fangsig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3837/3756/1600/fangsig.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34123750-115789623229239912?l=tkfarm-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/feeds/115789623229239912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34123750&amp;postID=115789623229239912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115789623229239912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34123750/posts/default/115789623229239912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tkfarm-.blogspot.com/2006/09/booooo-schs-starting-tml.html' title=''/><author><name>TkFarm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09492876388766582507</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>
