<?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-19207233</id><updated>2012-01-26T16:36:40.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For all that is said and done.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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>367</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-5062838233261224095</id><published>2010-09-21T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T23:44:26.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where's the interest?&lt;div&gt;hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if there were, time wouldnt be an issue, would it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on another note, with the question raised, and no being the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on hindsight, perhaps yes, cos its essentially what i wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but oh wells, patience patience patience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-5062838233261224095?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/5062838233261224095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/5062838233261224095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2010/09/wheres-interest-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-2352716951732846154</id><published>2010-09-20T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:07:40.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its like&lt;div&gt;the clouds shifted away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the shades removed from my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to which i say, i do know now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to which i say, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;liking the wings to soar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other side to fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but God, grant me patience, and wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much more relaxed,&lt;div&gt;a lot happier, strangely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ironic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, perhaps not so much so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but patience is key, i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, not mine but Your will be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-4779419526238915295?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4779419526238915295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4779419526238915295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Twice. Three times.&lt;div&gt;Can i overlook?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do i know what im doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do my priorities lie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things i do enjoy, do i have to give them up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expectations are natural, arent they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tell me, what am i supposed to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the crossroad and stuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of me has been thinking about this for such a long time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yet, nothing said, nothing done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i do try, somehow things reverse themselves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i find myself at a loss of words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So show me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-5552183921063655283?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/5552183921063655283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/5552183921063655283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2010/08/once.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-4117361408717296948</id><published>2010-07-15T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:53:12.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new school year ahead...&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me make the best use of my time,&lt;br /&gt;and to always remember to seek You first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-4117361408717296948?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/feeds/4117361408717296948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19207233&amp;postID=4117361408717296948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4117361408717296948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4117361408717296948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-school-year-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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-19207233.post-7478727529510863763</id><published>2010-07-02T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:27:51.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>acceptance is one thing,&lt;div&gt;but what i really hope to see is a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;otherwise its just going to get harder and harder with time and busy-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that being said, im good (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-7478727529510863763?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7478727529510863763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7478727529510863763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2010/07/acceptance-is-one-thing-but-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-9205870702298052815</id><published>2010-06-30T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:48:13.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;I can almost see it&lt;br /&gt;That dream I am dreaming&lt;br /&gt;But there's a voice inside my head saying&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never reach it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes might knock me down&lt;br /&gt;But no, I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember most, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta keep going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on moving, keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about, it's all about the climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-9205870702298052815?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/9205870702298052815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/9205870702298052815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2010/06/climb.html' title='The Climb'/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-7628381051991718031</id><published>2010-05-18T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:27:54.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amazing journey.&lt;div&gt;Amazing experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing bonds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but most of all Amazing Grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos You are an Amazing God. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could not have finished this without You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-7628381051991718031?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7628381051991718031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7628381051991718031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2010/05/amazing-journey.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-8173387823771307603</id><published>2010-04-21T07:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T07:49:59.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because He lives, I can face tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-8173387823771307603?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/8173387823771307603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/8173387823771307603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2010/04/because-he-lives-i-can-face-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-6887352457063724707</id><published>2010-04-03T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T00:22:23.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;“There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together” &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-6887352457063724707?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/6887352457063724707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/6887352457063724707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-are-moments-in-life-when-heart-is.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-276792722834957432</id><published>2010-03-30T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:22:49.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rbc.org/bible-study/strength-for-the-journey/daily-strength.aspx"&gt;http://www.rbc.org/bible-study/strength-for-the-journey/daily-strength.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tk you sis, for this encouraging passage, tk God for ya :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The God I know (CHC)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; color: rgb(111, 60, 27); line-height: 24px; "&gt;When the stage is bare tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(111, 60, 27); line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There’s no one else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Just You and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When the curtains close behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There’s no pretense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I’m on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I will lay down my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;For the love sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You gave to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It’s all because of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;All because of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The God I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Righteous and Holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The God I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Faithful and true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The God I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My tower of refuge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hearts are healed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Christ revealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The God I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Light of the City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The God I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Strengthens the weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The God I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Your heart beats within me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As You are, so are we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This is my cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My one desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;More of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;More of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The church He knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Righteous and Holy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The church He knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Is faithful and true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The church He knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A tower of refuge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hearts are healed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Christ revealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The church He knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Light of this city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The church He knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Strengthens the weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The church He knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Is strong and mighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;As He is, so are we&lt;/span&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/19207233-276792722834957432?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/276792722834957432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/276792722834957432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2010/03/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-3822656586412427193</id><published>2010-03-29T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:06:00.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't say i wasn't affected. and things remain in my mind for a while.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to accept the things i can't change. God please help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-3822656586412427193?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/3822656586412427193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/3822656586412427193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-say-i-wasnt-affected.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-7161886315838251033</id><published>2010-03-10T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:11:57.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong Arm of God :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/B_NB6Pk5zOU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/B_NB6Pk5zOU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-7161886315838251033?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7161886315838251033'/><link rel='self' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-4528841101327712566?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4528841101327712566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4528841101327712566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-adventure-into-unknown-but-hey-each.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-4429027901415742613</id><published>2010-03-06T08:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:32:11.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With a heavy heart and sinking feet,&lt;br /&gt;I trod along this cold dark street.&lt;br /&gt;Where people only stopped to stare,&lt;br /&gt;and no one bothered to stop and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried to myself, no one would understand&lt;br /&gt;the problems a young child could possibly have.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was all alone, the shadows and me&lt;br /&gt;til I heard a still, small voice, someone speaking whom I could not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child my child, when the world seems to be crashing down on you,&lt;br /&gt;I have always been here waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know, you have a friend,&lt;br /&gt;someone who can lend a helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not really understand, and wondered who is this man.&lt;br /&gt;To which the reply came, Jesus, I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am the way, the truth the life, he said.&lt;br /&gt;And this universe and you, I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just call out to me, fearful one.&lt;br /&gt;And you will no longer be alone.&lt;br /&gt;I will be your guide and shield.&lt;br /&gt;And I can even provide your next meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gazed upwards towards the source,&lt;br /&gt;and with trembling lips said, I want to know you, but what is the cost.&lt;br /&gt;I paid it all for you, he said,&lt;br /&gt;when I gave up my life, on the cross I laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I knew, and fear fled away.&lt;br /&gt;And in my heart, I silently prayed,&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus, mend this heart of mine,&lt;br /&gt;break it and use it for its truly thine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I find myself on a street brighly lit,&lt;br /&gt;with people smiling, everyone I meet.&lt;br /&gt;I once was blind, but now I see.&lt;br /&gt;The answer was always just right in front of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-4429027901415742613?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4429027901415742613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4429027901415742613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2010/03/with-heavy-heart-and-sinking-feet-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-7738957268871645544</id><published>2010-02-21T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:48:33.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Fade</title><content type='html'>people change, for better or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;it is never overnight.&lt;br /&gt;a progressive day-by-day modification.&lt;br /&gt;a slow-fade or a gradual improvement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the experience,&lt;br /&gt;for the fun,&lt;br /&gt;for the people,&lt;br /&gt;for one's own face and name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when God is not in the centre of a life, it's definitely a slow fade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-7738957268871645544?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Hayes "Feels Like Home"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/HrLbrBtD2H0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/HrLbrBtD2H0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-5469308929103718747?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/5469308929103718747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/5469308929103718747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/10/edwina-hayes-like-home.html' title='Edwina Hayes &amp;quot;Feels Like Home&amp;quot;'/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-47868784518264019</id><published>2009-10-24T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:45:53.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;if i could have one desire, before my life is through,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;even in my darkest night, my life would shine for You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;if i could stop the hands of time, or make a wish come true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i would tell my heart to burn with fire for no one else but You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is my one desire.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carpe diem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moved on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-47868784518264019?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/47868784518264019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/47868784518264019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-could-have-one-desire-before-my.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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type='html'>hmm, dont really know what i want to do about it yet. i need time. but, exams are in 4 days time. and i really dont think i should be distracted by it. but well, i will need to give an answer soon i guess. timing's prettty bad. sometimes things just happen all at once, and i guess this one of the times where there is just so much going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, just thank God for you, sis, being such a great encouragement. Your life has been a blessing, and just press on k, despite circumstances around you too. keeping you in prayer as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I'm walking through&lt;br /&gt;the valley of the shadow&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold tight to the hand of Him&lt;br /&gt;whose love will comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;And when all hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;and ive been wounded in the battle&lt;br /&gt;He is all the strength that I'll ever need.&lt;br /&gt;He will carry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will make everything beautiful in His time =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-2812861622542639492?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/feeds/2812861622542639492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>My Savior My God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Gt0WluTpFTg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Gt0WluTpFTg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My God He was, my God He is, my God He's always gonna be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-847974347475833627?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/847974347475833627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/847974347475833627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-4592590417029741731</id><published>2009-09-12T07:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:57:44.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/qirXlU7lQXA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/qirXlU7lQXA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank You for speaking to me yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;Continue to guide me in my life :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-4592590417029741731?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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It's the 5th wk of sch proper already. How time flies. I have just been moving along with everyone else, trying to figure out what are neuroglia cells, and where the flexor pollicis longus is... Just felt like taking a break tonight, to reflect upon how life has been thus far. I thank God for how He has placed me in medicine, a privilege to be here. It's however, a long road ahead. Probably, long and winding, with huge bumps along the way. But then again, at the end of these 5 years, something greater to look forward to. I have made great friends, people whom i know i can study with, chat with during lectures, play floorball with etc. Thank God for these friends and many more who are not in medicine who have been always so encouraging =) It's great to start of each school day with christian fellowship in the morning. Had the opportunity to lead worship and share, and it was an amazing experience. But i dont wanna just be wandering along in medicine. I know God has called me for a greater purpose ahead. Dont really know what is there for me, but I know I will need Him along the way. Sometimes, I feel like i have drifted...esp when work and other commitments are pretty overwhelming. But I guess, He always draws us back. Havent been getting proper sleep too... its like i keep waking up at weird times of the morning, 4-5-6 am kind of thing. Hmm...gotta find back that fire burning for Him, and depend on Him to see me through. It's a long long journey, but i'll find my way back home to You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-8475308541679229544?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/feeds/8475308541679229544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19207233&amp;postID=8475308541679229544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/8475308541679229544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/8475308541679229544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/09/havent-been-blogging-as-much-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-7177511744115002389</id><published>2009-08-29T08:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:47:10.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I adore You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/O8ofHq63aj0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/O8ofHq63aj0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jesus, help me to love You more and more...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-7177511744115002389?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7177511744115002389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7177511744115002389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-adore-you.html' title='I adore You'/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-264960404285285887</id><published>2009-08-21T08:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:05:54.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me be a shining light and a good testimony for You in school.&lt;br /&gt;fill me with Your presence every day,every hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-264960404285285887?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/264960404285285887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/264960404285285887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-me-be-shining-light-and-good.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-6204664925891044820</id><published>2009-08-13T18:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:46:44.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>those words keep replaying in my head...ouch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-6204664925891044820?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/feeds/6204664925891044820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19207233&amp;postID=6204664925891044820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/6204664925891044820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/6204664925891044820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/08/those-words-keep-replaying-in-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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-19207233.post-6148329187899538388</id><published>2009-08-11T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:12:26.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ion was pretty interesting, but feels like it could be just a passing fad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think more importantly, its the company that matters :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-6148329187899538388?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/6148329187899538388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/6148329187899538388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/08/ion-was-pretty-interesting-but-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-1876917315481825385</id><published>2009-08-08T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:34:32.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>c'est la vie&lt;br /&gt;im learning :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-1876917315481825385?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/1876917315481825385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/1876917315481825385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/08/cest-la-vie-im-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-7249123778766303581</id><published>2009-08-03T09:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:09:19.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-7249123778766303581?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7249123778766303581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7249123778766303581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/08/woah.html' title='WOAH!'/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-4015903118255965455</id><published>2009-08-02T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:45:50.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss&lt;br /&gt;s.s/o.t.w.c/walks/random M-Us&lt;br /&gt;haha go figure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-4015903118255965455?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4015903118255965455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4015903118255965455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-s.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-6117516866779831029</id><published>2009-07-31T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:24:28.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 things i want to do (the list can go on):&lt;br /&gt;1. get violin right&lt;br /&gt;2. learn ballroom&lt;br /&gt;3. finish driving&lt;br /&gt;4. go to the new sentosa adventure park&lt;br /&gt;5. go ion :) (soon to be fulfilled?)&lt;br /&gt;6. do dip? (i want, but its quite impossible with the crazy schedule)&lt;br /&gt;7. go for end of yr missions&lt;br /&gt;8. visit jy/char in europe&lt;br /&gt;9. floorball/tennis in nus? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;10. finally understand things heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-6117516866779831029?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/6117516866779831029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/6117516866779831029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-things-i-want-to-do-list-can-go-on-1.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-7901015360625791094</id><published>2009-07-31T10:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:51:04.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4-3-2-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joPU_OhHAkI/SnJbBRU082I/AAAAAAAAAS8/EF-0u6EjTMU/s1600-h/6332_1128903514758_1592328504_30320192_1335771_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364450183540437858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joPU_OhHAkI/SnJbBRU082I/AAAAAAAAAS8/EF-0u6EjTMU/s320/6332_1128903514758_1592328504_30320192_1335771_n.jpg" 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;&lt;br /&gt;4 people of different backgrounds, yet 4 very good friends.&lt;br /&gt;3 in medicine, one taking history.&lt;br /&gt;2 local, 2 london.&lt;br /&gt;1 thing in common: &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-7901015360625791094?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7901015360625791094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7901015360625791094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-3-2-1.html' title='4-3-2-1'/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joPU_OhHAkI/SnJbBRU082I/AAAAAAAAAS8/EF-0u6EjTMU/s72-c/6332_1128903514758_1592328504_30320192_1335771_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-4011635647042190683</id><published>2009-07-30T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:02:03.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i got the news that my grandma wasnt feeling well again, it suddenly dawned upon me that recently, i have been spending very little time talking to her. ever since i stopped working, i have been busy doing so many other things that i have neglected the more important ones. its like martha being so busy fussing about things. i'd rather be mary, sitting at Jesus feet, and drawing nearer to Jesus. similarly, i feel a need to spend more time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i wonder why this is happening...but then it has hit me pretty hard. i need to spend my time more wisely. Lord, help me to draw closer to You as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-4011635647042190683?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4011635647042190683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4011635647042190683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-got-news-that-my-grandma-wasnt_30.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-5583587588653963302</id><published>2009-07-26T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:14:54.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss the times when things were so much simpler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-5583587588653963302?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/5583587588653963302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/5583587588653963302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-times-when-things-were-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-7369782356363127219</id><published>2009-07-24T11:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:58:58.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it just about feelings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-7369782356363127219?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7369782356363127219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7369782356363127219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-it-just-about-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-6686208670444323553</id><published>2009-07-21T21:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:34:04.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i guess when you choose to come back to God, He works great and marvelous things through you. after the struggle, i had an opportunity to share the gospel with a friend, who was assured of his salvation and may want to come to church. amazing. thank God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-6686208670444323553?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/6686208670444323553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/6686208670444323553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-i-guess-when-you-choose-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-676125368500324500</id><published>2009-07-21T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:25:32.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Tomlin - Come home running</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/hN-VG1uvNj4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/hN-VG1uvNj4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lyrics below =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-676125368500324500?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/676125368500324500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/676125368500324500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/07/chris-tomlin-come-home-running.html' title='Chris Tomlin - Come home running'/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-3739252205377984604</id><published>2009-07-20T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:34:46.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Home Running - Chris Tomlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh heart of mine, why must you stray?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;From one so fair you run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And one more time you have to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The heaviness of needless shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh heart of mine, come back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You've been too long out on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And He's been there all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Watching for you down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So come home running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;His arms are open wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;His name is Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He understands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He is the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You are looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So come home running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just as you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh child of God so dearly loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And ransomed by the Savior's blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And called by name, daughter and son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wrapped in the robe of righteousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-3739252205377984604?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/3739252205377984604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/3739252205377984604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/07/come-home-running-chris-tomlin.html' title='Come Home Running - Chris Tomlin'/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-2401591828305152368</id><published>2009-07-18T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:20:44.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mind is so unfocused.&lt;br /&gt;its like i'm so caught up with so many things happening around me that i feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;it seems so difficult to worship Him when i cant keep my eyes fixed above&lt;br /&gt;and there are these thoughts that float into my head that are very disturbing&lt;br /&gt;thoughts about salvation, thoughts about heaven and hell, thoughts about living and walking the Christian life.&lt;br /&gt;i just cant explain why this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;its like i want to serve Him, but my heart does not seem to be right with Him.&lt;br /&gt;i really miss that joy i once had when i first came to this church.&lt;br /&gt;i am just reminded about how i was once so on fire for God.&lt;br /&gt;and now... i really don't know where i stand.&lt;br /&gt;whatever these may be, i just really want to come back to Him.&lt;br /&gt;i need You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-2401591828305152368?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2401591828305152368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2401591828305152368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-mind-is-so-unfocused.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-4040339515581199114</id><published>2009-07-18T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:29:42.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's just crazy when there are 4.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow it just happens to be all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;even with just 2, there are still a lot of implications.&lt;br /&gt;major headache...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-4040339515581199114?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4040339515581199114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4040339515581199114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-just-crazy-when-there-are-4.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-13992246844839358</id><published>2009-07-15T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:35:29.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's only when you hear about the problems others are facing, that you realise yours are so minute and insignificant compared to theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOY - Jesus, Others, Yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-13992246844839358?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/13992246844839358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/13992246844839358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-only-when-u-hear-about-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-655380904730507210</id><published>2009-07-14T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:25:22.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling a little lost.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, where are You?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-655380904730507210?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/655380904730507210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/655380904730507210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/07/feeling-little-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-1114680615031371730</id><published>2009-07-14T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:45:49.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and because of the past few weeks, it seems like nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;don't know if its a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;blocking? hmm. hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-1114680615031371730?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/1114680615031371730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/1114680615031371730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-because-of-past-few-weeks-it-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-2812181843777056570</id><published>2009-07-13T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:28:59.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quite some ppl asked me that same question, either days back or right this morning.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i don't really know how to respond.&lt;br /&gt;and now, its just school...&lt;br /&gt;hmm...just keep praying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 's' word? i guess so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-2812181843777056570?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2812181843777056570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2812181843777056570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/07/quite-some-ppl-asked-me-that-same.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-485777778876989480</id><published>2009-07-10T08:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:04:05.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;4 days and 3 nights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;thank God for everything that has happened - the bonding, the friendships, the opportunities to share about Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;M2s! thanks for making all these possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;a whole new environment to adapt to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i wouldnt say it would be easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;but i'm sure sooner or later, things will be "routinised"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;pretty much want school to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;good distraction for a lot of things going on around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;to everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know, ever since that day, i dont think much has changed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;did i even expect things to change? im not sure myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but God, this is all Yours. teach me, lead me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i am faltering, i still will find You there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-485777778876989480?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/485777778876989480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/485777778876989480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-days-and-3-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-7122860758948055822</id><published>2009-07-04T15:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:57:14.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new beginning, new surroundings,&lt;br /&gt;new faces that you've never seen.&lt;br /&gt;what's through the doorway, don't know anymore heh.&lt;br /&gt;it's like the world just got a little larger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-7122860758948055822?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7122860758948055822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7122860758948055822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-beginning-new-surroundings-new.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-8386312818041843434</id><published>2009-07-01T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:30:19.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>interesting day...&lt;br /&gt;some things are just strange.&lt;br /&gt;and now im wondering...well, as God leads =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-8386312818041843434?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/8386312818041843434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/8386312818041843434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/07/interesting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-4166392836574226400</id><published>2009-06-30T22:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:49:55.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm, well, i predicted the outcome. i tried. but, i guess just take it as the Lord leads. after all, He is in control. some things are not meant to be understood. there are no reasons for certain things as well. i prayed and He answered with closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i really wanted a yes. but somehow in my heart, i knew it would be no. disappointment, but Lord, Your will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is starting soon. i just really want to make good use of the remaining time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, someday, some time, some place i will finally be able to. dont know when. maybe many years down the road. but sooner or later, i can perhaps make that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it feels like being held very tightly by the hand. sometimes just wish for a let go. 19 years...and perhaps several more years to come... oh wells...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-4166392836574226400?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4166392836574226400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4166392836574226400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmm-well-i-predicted-outcome.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-7483839325852660629</id><published>2009-06-30T09:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:19:59.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so wierd...all the similarities. its like being telepathic. and its not just similarities in timings, its in words, and in actions, and in viewpoints. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha don't worry so much :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang! keep pressing on. thank God for you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-7483839325852660629?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7483839325852660629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7483839325852660629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-wierd.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-4010096344087907889</id><published>2009-06-29T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:40:22.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lord, i pray that you will open doors to philippines this july.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-4010096344087907889?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4010096344087907889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4010096344087907889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/lord-i-pray-that-you-will-open-doors-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-4345224044495622602</id><published>2009-06-29T11:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:08:03.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While I'm Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Bb7TSGptd3Y' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Bb7TSGptd3Y'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-4345224044495622602?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4345224044495622602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4345224044495622602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/while-i-waiting.html' title='While I&amp;#39;m Waiting'/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-7591952694639401396</id><published>2009-06-28T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:11:30.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Heb 4:16 Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tis so sweet to trust in Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to surrender, and fully depend on Him, for in Him we find true joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;knees die...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-7591952694639401396?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7591952694639401396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7591952694639401396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/heb-416-let-us-therefore-come-boldly.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-2634167062047719353</id><published>2009-06-27T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:56:03.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/2Y87J9sHlQ4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/2Y87J9sHlQ4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-2634167062047719353?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2634167062047719353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2634167062047719353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/choose-life.html' title='Choose Life'/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-657380233073151177</id><published>2009-06-26T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:22:49.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>need to check the knees soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joshua 1:8,9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This book of the law shall not depart out of thy mouth; but thou shalt meditate therein day and night, that thou mayest observe to do according to all that is written therein: for then thou shalt make thy way prosperous, and then thou shalt have good success. Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-657380233073151177?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/feeds/657380233073151177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19207233&amp;postID=657380233073151177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/657380233073151177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/657380233073151177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/need-to-check-knees-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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-19207233.post-1742575434007265887</id><published>2009-06-25T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:44:03.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-1742575434007265887?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/1742575434007265887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/1742575434007265887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-1750568227365878871</id><published>2009-06-24T09:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:55:24.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its just......hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-1750568227365878871?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/1750568227365878871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/1750568227365878871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-just.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-7421495444582272840</id><published>2009-06-23T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:37:28.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorry. and thank you for everything you did for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of me wishes you would just let go, but i know you did it out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some stuff i still dont understand. but, Lord, teach me every step along the way. to obey. to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and You have shown Yourself strong yet again. thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-7421495444582272840?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7421495444582272840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7421495444582272840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-174350205399337238</id><published>2009-06-23T08:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:52:55.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Isa 55:8-9, 57:15&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For thus says the One who is high and lifted up, who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: "I dwell in the high and holy place, and also with him who is of a contrite and lowly spirit, to revive the spirit of the lowly, and to revive the heart of the contrite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i may not understand why. But i dont think i need to. He has a perfect reason and He will work things for good. Humble me and help my unbelief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-174350205399337238?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/feeds/174350205399337238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19207233&amp;postID=174350205399337238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/174350205399337238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/174350205399337238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/isa-558-9-5715-for-my-thoughts-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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-19207233.post-3768453001529031708</id><published>2009-06-22T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:34:17.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>really sorry. i know its my fault. i pushed it too much. Lord, i am sorry. I have failed You too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motives and purpose questioned, that now i am even starting to doubt myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what on earth am i doing? i am so lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-3768453001529031708?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/3768453001529031708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/3768453001529031708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/really-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-2183319160509992093</id><published>2009-06-21T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:39:47.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are some questions to which i have no answer to. and yet, these somehow just have to be the questions that are asked so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, im struggling. Teach me, each step along the path that i take. I want to hear Your voice again. I need You. i know i will ask why, but, i know that at the same time You have a perfect plan. and so, help me to surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praying about philippines this july and cambodia at the end of the year. may You open doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stared blankly at the ceiling at 3am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-2183319160509992093?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2183319160509992093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2183319160509992093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-are-some-questions-to-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-2363731941334455437</id><published>2009-06-20T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:33:32.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isaiah 40:31 But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a good time of fellowship with cw today :) am also very blessed by uncle ivan's and uncle soh jen's openness to feedback on how a song should be played or sung. tk God for them leading worship in 2 different ministries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a constant, nagging reminder. maybe i should. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;surprised i was awake? tks for calling. it helped. im finding it easier to share now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-2363731941334455437?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2363731941334455437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2363731941334455437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/isaiah-4031-but-they-that-wait-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-9061035608114921755</id><published>2009-06-20T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:41:32.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tk God for last night's message. hit pretty hard how we are living so unconcerned for people around us. and it's true that God's purpose for us is the Great Commission. but yet, we choose to want to be comfortable where we are, not bothering where others are heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why have You chosen me out of millions Your child to be?......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For You i will live, and walk by Your side all the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and perhaps i will make the last decision for the first time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cos it doesnt always have to be that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-9061035608114921755?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/9061035608114921755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/9061035608114921755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/tk-god-for-last-nights-message.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-5510580219476610208</id><published>2009-06-19T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:21:47.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Luke 17:6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the Lord said, "If you had faith like a grain of mustard seed, you could say to this mulberry tree, 'Be uprooted and planted in the sea,' and it would obey you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stand amazed at the power of Your hands in everything. You have shown me that You can allow things just as long as we pray in faith, believing that You will answer. just so thankful for last evening, tonight, tmr evening, sunday morning, and even mon morning and night. just as i thought these were not possible, You made them possible :) blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-5510580219476610208?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/5510580219476610208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/5510580219476610208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/luke-176-and-lord-said-if-you-had-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-4723186493155781033</id><published>2009-06-18T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:21:10.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Public prayer in worship brings all the members of the body togehter in agreement.  In Matthew 18:19 Jesus says, "Again I say to you, if two of you agree on earth about anything they ask, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven." So when, two or three or more agree in prayer, as in public worship, their prayers have a special power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the above is the actual context of Matthew 18:20. Didnt really know that before until it was mentioned at campus camp and in the book im reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he is Lord, he has appointed us to be servant lords, to have dominion over the world under him. And we, too, are to control the earth, to develop an authoritative understanding of it, and to spread our presence throughout the world. Antoher way of looking at that is to say that we are to be kings, prophets, and priests under God. So, conveying God's authority; and ethical, reflecting God's presence in holiness, goodness and righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, maybe thats what it means when the gospel tract said we are rulers under Him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-4723186493155781033?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4723186493155781033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/4723186493155781033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/public-prayer-in-worship-brings-all.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-2672911481956250354</id><published>2009-06-17T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:39:55.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive got things to say, things to ask of, things to do, none of which are simple. Lord, grant me wisdom.&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im finding it harder and harder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and sometimes i just wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can talk? actually its need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-2672911481956250354?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2672911481956250354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2672911481956250354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-got-things-to-say-things-to-ask-of.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-2019094771507604444</id><published>2009-06-17T18:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:48:55.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a blessed time at soccer camp. thank God for His exceeding abundance in this camp. its amazing to see how many labourers He raised up to serve Him in this camp and its great to know our labour is not in vain in the Lord. it wasnt just any sports camp, but a spiritual one. thank God for the souls added to His kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks for talking yet again. active blocking helps, i hope?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;think im falling sick...oh wells&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-2019094771507604444?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2019094771507604444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2019094771507604444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/had-blessed-time-at-soccer-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-2148282612625999382</id><published>2009-06-16T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:48:22.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>really thank God for camp. thank You for meeting with me in a very special way. ive learnt much, even while on the way back from camp. at this camp, You taught me the real meaning of being humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank God for all the talking and sharing. tis good. appreciate it much. tks =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-2148282612625999382?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2148282612625999382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2148282612625999382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/really-thank-god-for-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-8898944310292582948</id><published>2009-06-06T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:25:54.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes when things get a little tough, and instructions harder to follow&lt;br /&gt;i just turn to You and Your commandments, and then i guess, it becomes a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a thousand times i've failed, still Your mercy remains,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and should i stumble again, still i'm caught in Your grace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-8898944310292582948?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/feeds/8898944310292582948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19207233&amp;postID=8898944310292582948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/8898944310292582948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/8898944310292582948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-things-get-little-tough-and.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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-19207233.post-2611284407335153637</id><published>2009-06-05T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:03:28.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not good...i think (which is likely the case) that its a meniscus injury. probably soft tissue wearing out man. and there's nth to be done about it. except to stop running altogether? sth im definitely not planning to do haha. i wanna run during church camp! well, back to the use of that knee guard that came in handy in j1. actually yeah feels like a recurrence of that injury. oh wells, i just dont want it to be a distraction. it was kinda distracting during worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for the launching of the fellowship groups today. post-sec pot-luck thing today was pretty interesting =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-2611284407335153637?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2611284407335153637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2611284407335153637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-good.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-7544223340484832105</id><published>2009-06-05T12:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:51:49.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Inside Out</title><content type='html'>A thousand times I've failed, Still your mercy remains&lt;br /&gt;And should I stumble again, Still I'm caught in your grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never ending, Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart and my soul, I give you control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consume me from the inside out Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let justice and praise become my embrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To love You from the inside out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your will above all else, my purpose remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The art of losing myself in bringing you praise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending, Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;My heart and my soul, I give you control&lt;br /&gt;Consume me from the inside out Lord&lt;br /&gt;Let justice and praise become my embrace&lt;br /&gt;To love You from the inside out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending, Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;And the cry of my heart is to bring You praise&lt;br /&gt;From the inside out Lord, my soul cries out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-7544223340484832105?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7544223340484832105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7544223340484832105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-inside-out.html' title='From the Inside Out'/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-2982182618407426317</id><published>2009-06-03T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:22:19.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back again tmr...&lt;br /&gt;what can i say? im not sure at all.&lt;br /&gt;Father, im praying for wisdom that can only come from You to say and do what is right in Your sight.&lt;br /&gt;1 Tim 4:12 keeps replaying in my head. 'Be thou an example of the believers'. Father, help me to be a good testimony always, no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-2982182618407426317?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/feeds/2982182618407426317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19207233&amp;postID=2982182618407426317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2982182618407426317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/2982182618407426317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-again-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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-19207233.post-3798291805204945310</id><published>2009-06-03T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:17:34.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today marks the first day of my official break from work, which means about 2 months holiday before school starts. gotta make this break a well-planned one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes! finally get to cook lunch. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-3798291805204945310?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/3798291805204945310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/3798291805204945310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-marks-first-day-of-my-official.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-5328223676161005046</id><published>2009-06-02T09:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:14:30.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The River</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/RGRCjWNwAg0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/RGRCjWNwAg0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-5328223676161005046?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/feeds/5328223676161005046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19207233&amp;postID=5328223676161005046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/5328223676161005046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/5328223676161005046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/river.html' title='The River'/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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-19207233.post-6486338840094126348</id><published>2009-06-02T08:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:06:28.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want it to be mere words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;was reminded last night about life. was thinking about work which would end today, and realised how meaningless life would be we were to let each day pass by, the seconds ticking away, without living each day for God. without anyone to follow in our lives, i would possibly be wandering aimlessly, unsure of what to do next, or where i should be heading. but now with Christ in our vessel, shouldnt we be living each day for Jesus? Yes! we should be. but am i? it always strikes me how each day passes by so quickly when im working. i seem to only have time for a morning and night quiet time, and the rest of the day is work, with little time to seek God. and each time i am reminded of death, where we sit at the judgement seat. when it's all been said and done, did i do my best for live for truth, did i live my life for you? as work ends today, i know where i am heading. or at least i know that God will be leading and guiding me the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i truly say that i will live for You each day? yes, i know i will falter, i will stumble. but You will pick me up, and i will be even stronger. today, i choose to follow You. help me Lord to keep this in my heart always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm...i guess it is not a bad thing to think a little more, since this is where it has led me :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;psalm 46:10 - be still and know that I am God. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-6486338840094126348?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/6486338840094126348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/6486338840094126348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/was-reminded-last-night-about-life.html' title='I don&apos;t want it to be mere words.'/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-6311967191684733687</id><published>2009-06-01T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:48:25.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thinking about thinking. why do we as humans think so much? i mean, it suddenly dawned on me how much we actually think. for me, when someone speaks, certain words (people, places, things) jump out at me, and i start to ponder about related issues. and ironically, i am thinking right now, about thinking. dont really know where this is going, but i want to rationalize my thoughts. sometimes, i feel these thoughts are unnecessary. they can lead to sin - hatred, jealousy, self-inflicted pain etc. but then again, sometimes such thoughts are necessary to spur us on to greater heights, to push us to got the distance, to strive for excellence. it is innate in us to think, to rationalize for we were made to have freedom of thoughts, of emotions. and then, the part about introspection. where one starts analysing ppl's words, facial expressions, emotions, and coming to a conclusion about something. that involves deeper and more complex thoughts. i realise that introspection has its negative side too. it is actually harmful to think too much. can people allow nature to take its course without thinking and analysing an issue over and over until it no longer makes any sense? to this, i think there is no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, work is probably ending tmr! something i have been waiting for. well, i really thank God for seeing us through so much. and i am grateful and thankful for this great opportunity given to me, that has taught me so much these 5 mths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah...hope i dont fall sick. throat is bad, head is heavy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-6311967191684733687?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/6311967191684733687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/6311967191684733687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/thinking-about-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-8499663786221758215</id><published>2009-06-01T07:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:48:46.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"When you make a promise to God, don't delay in following through, for God takes no pleasure in fools. Keep&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the promises you make to Him. It is better to say nothing then to make promises and not keep it. " (Ecc 5: 4,5)&lt;br /&gt;"Young people, it's wonderful to be young. Enjoy every minute of it. Do everything you want to do; take it all in.&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; remember that you must give an account to God in everything you do." (Ecc 11:9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-8499663786221758215?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/8499663786221758215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/8499663786221758215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/06/irony-of-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-5785579594792861721</id><published>2009-05-31T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:51:38.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no touching of work at all this weekend. :) boy, am i glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's message was really impactful. was moved by what Pastor Mike said, about how if we could just 1/20 of 1% of our income each mth, we would be able to reach out to the 2 billion ppl who have not heard Christ's name even once. the irony of things is that ppl often think that if they give, they will have less in return. but God promises much much more in return, that we may give even more to the church of Jesus Christ. and its not just spiritual blessings, but financial as well. and yes, the health and wealth gospel thing. its so true, that certain things are biblical about it, but the error lies in the part where the wealth gathered be used for your own lust, and material gains. well, i guess its truly a blessing to give, rather than to receive. give without remembering, take without forgetting. may we give because He first gave. to give faithfuly, sacrificially, cheerfully, proportionately and expectantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to ian about the theology stuff as mentioned below and managed to clarify things. tk God.&lt;br /&gt;shall explain that soon as well (together with the long overdue account of my trip :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well...i was in the car. geddit? haha :) dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so every moment, we shared together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is even better than the moment before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and if everyday was, as good as today was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then i can't wait til tomorrow comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heh nice song :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-5785579594792861721?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/feeds/5785579594792861721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19207233&amp;postID=5785579594792861721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/5785579594792861721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/5785579594792861721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-touching-of-work-at-all-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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-19207233.post-8531948444386858854</id><published>2009-05-30T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:29:37.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Camp Theme Song 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;On the cross, You died for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;You came to earth to save me.&lt;br /&gt;I was lost, but now I am found.&lt;br /&gt;For You died and rose again to set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Help me to,&lt;br /&gt;Love You with my heart, my soul, my mind, my strength.&lt;br /&gt;For You're worthy to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;for You're worthy to be praised.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to,&lt;br /&gt;Live for You all of my days.&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus name, we pray, Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;The eyes of the Lord are searching to and fro&lt;br /&gt;He is looking for You, His child, do you know?&lt;br /&gt;He sees that heart that longs for Him&lt;br /&gt;And He works in You, to help You grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3:&lt;br /&gt;Lord, let me learn how to serve&lt;br /&gt;To help my brothers and sisters I love&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am young&lt;br /&gt;You’ll give me strength, and I will sing this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;editing in progress&lt;br /&gt;need uncle ivan and ian to vet&lt;br /&gt;but i do need honest feedback from whoever who reads this!&lt;br /&gt;please feel free to comment, and if u wanna hear the tune, please let me know too.&lt;br /&gt;i need all the various opinions :) tks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-8531948444386858854?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-8719671566372526641</id><published>2009-05-28T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:36:24.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thought everything would be over tmr&lt;br /&gt;looks like i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;more to do, more to edit&lt;br /&gt;its definitely next wk&lt;br /&gt;could be tues, wed, or even fri, who knows&lt;br /&gt;its really too long drawn&lt;br /&gt;physically drained nearly everyday&lt;br /&gt;really cant wait for next wk to be over&lt;br /&gt;more time with my family, my grandma&lt;br /&gt;and to plan and focus on life ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the same, i thank God for this job&lt;br /&gt;God has broken me, picked me and taught me life lessons through this&lt;br /&gt;i remember saying in a post earlier this year about waiting and praying&lt;br /&gt;well, i believe its about perserverance as well,&lt;br /&gt;and without which i wouldnt have pushed through 5+ mths&lt;br /&gt;He gave me strength to see me through each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now its even more waiting and praying.&lt;br /&gt;i think at the end of the year i will look back and be in awe and amazement at God's hands in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but then when i bow to You, the challenges You guide me through, Your promises are ever new, I claim them for today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just so unworthy to receive His blessings, yet He still gave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-8719671566372526641?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/8719671566372526641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/8719671566372526641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/05/thought-everything-would-be-over-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-7080373069429191313</id><published>2009-05-28T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:50:37.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some have taught that the way to holiness is to "let go and let God." But that is not biblical. In the first place, we don't need to "let God", for God is sovereign and does not need to wait for us to let go before he can work. And we should not "let go", for God commands us to fight in the spiritual battle.&lt;/em&gt; (extracted from a book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hmm. Did not really see letting go and letting God in this light. I guess for me, letting go, means to give up our worldliness, to deny ourselves, and letting God take control, to let God rule and reign in my life. But now, a different viewpoint stating that letting go and letting God is not biblical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I (the author of the same book as above) believe that demoninationalism is an offense against God and that is has weakened the church's witness. The rise of denominations is caused by sin, either sin of those who left the original church or sin of those who forced them to leave, or most likely both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;People used to ask me why were there denominations among the churches. So maybe this is a possible answer to the question? Interesting stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-7080373069429191313?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7080373069429191313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7080373069429191313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-have-taught-that-way-to-holiness.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-9021296143472441490</id><published>2009-05-27T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:18:46.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one word. EPIC.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being open.&lt;br /&gt;God, please help me to be that good testimony wherever and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;glad that i settled something this morning. thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now back to my work, a good way of keeping me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sudden realisation that blogs are so public. haiz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-9021296143472441490?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/9021296143472441490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/9021296143472441490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-word_27.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-7977850903642842521</id><published>2009-05-26T12:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:59:03.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;im glad i did complete it earlier this morning :) even though i have to re-edit again :P&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly not that tired now too...thank God for strength&lt;br /&gt;well, my friend is back after i think about a month long break. YAY! miss her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you didnt have to, but thanks much. it helped :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-7977850903642842521?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7977850903642842521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7977850903642842521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-glad-i-did-complete-it-earlier-this.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-8548247898733249235</id><published>2009-05-25T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:13:49.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fri? i doubt so...&lt;br /&gt;the word "REDO" reverberates&lt;br /&gt;and everytime my phone rings, it just means more&lt;br /&gt;say bye to sleep for a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: hmm...im not supposed to stay up past bedtime. means i gotta do it tmr morning. who can give me a wake up call at 6? or 5 plus? ah, an unlikely possibility. oh wells&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-8548247898733249235?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/feeds/8548247898733249235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19207233&amp;postID=8548247898733249235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/8548247898733249235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/8548247898733249235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/05/fri-i-doubt-so.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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-19207233.post-7314005834273357955</id><published>2009-05-24T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:42:10.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so im back from kk :)&lt;br /&gt;the trip has been a good break from work... ok maybe not work per se cos the conference was part of work, but perhaps from the same working environment for the last 5 mths.&lt;br /&gt;tk God for the deeper bonds forged among the 3 of us. tks for all the sharing we had. hope it helped in a way :)&lt;br /&gt;lots of reflections to do about the trip. soon soon...&lt;br /&gt;but for now, its back to the reality of work for perhaps a week i hope? if not maybe 2...&lt;br /&gt;God is so good, all the time. He keeps showing me time and time again how He can always work things out, as long as we seek in faith, knowing He will provide.&lt;br /&gt;truly, how can i keep from singing Your praise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah...my phone bills are gonna sky rocket...what with all the communication from msia to singapore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-7314005834273357955?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7314005834273357955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7314005834273357955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-so-im-back-from-kk-trip-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-1098290356150792387</id><published>2009-05-20T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:03:45.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May the Lord find us faithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;God has not given us the spirit of fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;But has given us the strength to obey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;With power and sound mind, with love, the unfailing kind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;O be not ashamed of His way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;No man that seeketh after the things of this life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Is a soldier who passes the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Be faithful, be working, be running, be serving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Be searching His word for His best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Living or dying, may honour be thine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;From this wretched life, Your loved and forgave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;A life that is on fire, be only our heart's desire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Be faithful from now to the grave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;May the Lord find us faithful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;May His word be our banner held high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;May the Lord find us faithful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Everyday though we live, though we die.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-1098290356150792387?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/1098290356150792387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/1098290356150792387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-lord-find-us-faithful.html' title='May the Lord find us faithful'/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-248779921859825433</id><published>2009-05-19T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:59:21.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lunch break now...&lt;br /&gt;honestly, work these 2 days hasnt been that great. some sort of barrier among people and things like that. somehow the environment feels rather different (colder, i guess) from a few mths back. and in a few days time, gotta head over to msia. not exactly looking forward to the trip, even though it is considered a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not going to let the sudden onslaught of various things get to me though. to be able to stand strong regardless of circumstance is not an easy feat. but all His blessings have seen me through thus far. and all His answered prayers have shown clearly His sovereignty. and thus, i must press on, not only for these 2 weeks, but for whatever that comes my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tk God for a verse from a friend just this morning to remind me from psalm 73:21-28: What is the desire of my heart, what is the strength of my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-248779921859825433?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/248779921859825433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/248779921859825433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/05/lunch-break-now.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-5365628404918802104</id><published>2009-05-18T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:54:37.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can I Keep From Singing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/-GPpx9oINsI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/-GPpx9oINsI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tk God He is in perfect control. God is good, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;no circumstances can hinder us from giving Him the praise due to His name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, all 4 of us are in this together. amazing yeah? God sees the heart and He answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i ever say enough, how amazing is Your love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-5365628404918802104?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/feeds/5365628404918802104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19207233&amp;postID=5365628404918802104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/5365628404918802104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/5365628404918802104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-can-i-keep-from-singing.html' title='How Can I Keep From Singing?'/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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-19207233.post-1619098523435946630</id><published>2009-05-18T07:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:37:57.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah........................................... :P&lt;br /&gt;did get me thinking, but oh wells&lt;br /&gt;sometimes being introspective isnt a good thing :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-1619098523435946630?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/1619098523435946630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/1619098523435946630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/05/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-715814455713112587</id><published>2009-05-17T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:40:29.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow, i really want to go edinburgh, not for the purpose of taking a trip to europe, but just to spend a couple of weeks with a group of old friends whom i havent had time to catch up with. miss you guys a lot, and the times we had together, especially during secondary school days. why cant it ever be the same now? well, have a good trip anyway yeah, even though i cant join you all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-715814455713112587?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/715814455713112587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/715814455713112587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/05/somehow-i-really-want-to-go-edinburgh.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-7366047840680663365</id><published>2009-05-15T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:32:08.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was blessed by the sharing today. its amazing how God speaks to me each time something happens. was chatting with a close friend from my JC class today. we used to spend so much time together studying, chatting, doodling on each other's papers in lectures. when things werent going too well, she used to encourage me with verses. and though she's catholic, we used to do morning devotions together. but something shocked and saddened me today. she knew i got my uni course of my choice, and though she worked really hard for it, she did not. when i first approached her, she just congratulated me but did not tell me about not getting it. and so i heard from another friend about it. in a sense, i did not manage to speak to her about it until today, which i guess was quite natural, her not wanting to talk about it. she apologised for ignoring me. but somehow when i told her i heard from a friend about it, she reacted really strongly against that friend. i felt really upset for that friend, as i knew that it was my fault that i had asked about it in the first place. at that point, i did not really know how to react, but i confessed to her that it was my fault. she did not take that well either. and when i said that i would be praying for her, she told me not to, cos she did not believe there was a god. i was utterly shocked and very upset about this whole incident. but i stood firm, and just replied her that i shall still pray for i believe, and it does not matter if she didnt. thoughts about the whole incident kept replaying... but just thank God for a very relevant message today during uth. praying for the right time to talk again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank God for friends always so willing to help one another. really appreciate the help provided for games :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-7366047840680663365?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7366047840680663365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/7366047840680663365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/05/was-blessed-by-sharing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-6204664403531090755</id><published>2009-05-14T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:18:06.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so, i tried to finish. guess most of it was completed last night, but still couldnt settle a few things. well, at least i stayed awake :) its gonna be tough today though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks, really :) hope you werent too tired...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-6204664403531090755?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/6204664403531090755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-6626461570131019295?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/6626461570131019295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/6626461570131019295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/05/rahh.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-594779777201255505</id><published>2009-05-12T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:31:31.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;When i was about 12, i read the whole series Chronicles of Narnia. Then, it was mere fiction, but i was already intrigued by the plots, the characters, the whole fantasy. And i never knew that the series had Christian themes and scripture references until quite recent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CS Lewis is a brilliant author. Just picked up another of his Christian novels - The Great Divorce, and couldnt put it down. The book basically talks about the separation between heaven and hell, as well as salvation. Of course, its only fiction. But then again, in every chapter, there are scripture references being made, and Christian values shared. And CS Lewis discusses the themes in profound depth, despite it being a novel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, looks like its time to read through Chronicles of Narnia again. Pretty much forgotten most of what i read, but after that book, am really just blown away by the way he writes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm...why is it so difficult to just strike up a conversation. dont really know what is hindering. its like i know her and yet i dont. im trying, but it isnt working. even a simple how are you doesnt get me a reply. what is going on?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-594779777201255505?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/594779777201255505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/594779777201255505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-was-about-12-i-read-whole-series.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04244988640518379033</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19207233.post-7440477545230648424</id><published>2009-05-07T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:30:34.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just can't thank God enough, for His grace and His blessings&lt;br /&gt;a year of praying and waiting&lt;br /&gt;and He has once again shown Himself so strong&lt;br /&gt;filled with overwhelming praise and gratitude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>who am i living for?&lt;br /&gt;what am i living by?&lt;br /&gt;how am i living?&lt;br /&gt;why am i living the way im living now?&lt;br /&gt;where am i headed?&lt;br /&gt;when am i going to change the way i live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19207233-1495049859563460097?l=pastatasters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/1495049859563460097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19207233/posts/default/1495049859563460097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pastatasters.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-am-i-living-for-what-am-i-living-by.html' 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