<?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-69548579909560519</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:29:53.435+08:00</updated><category term='Junk'/><category term='3rd Post'/><category term='5th Post'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='1st Entry'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Hillsong'/><category term='Results'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='Homeboys'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Losses'/><category term='Chair'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Narnia'/><category term='Snow 2nd Post'/><category term='Reflections'/><category term='Negima'/><category term='4th Post'/><category term='Carls Jr.'/><category term='Manga'/><category term='Devotion'/><category term='DUMC'/><category term='Joel'/><category term='Amazing Race'/><category term='Randomness'/><category term='Planetshaker'/><category term='Valentine Day'/><category term='1st Return'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Tag'/><category term='Lame Cat'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='James'/><category term='April Fool'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Micheal Guglielmucci'/><category term='Passion'/><category term='CG'/><category term='Eye'/><category term='FFIX'/><category term='Chinese New Year'/><category term='Christianity'/><category term='Frustrated'/><category term='Yuna Ito'/><category term='Update'/><category term='Year of Impact'/><category term='SAU'/><title type='text'>A Journey on Life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-8671178922456793665</id><published>2012-01-11T05:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T07:12:01.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st Entry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Lots of things goes through one mind when the New Year comes. The chance to start afresh, another year to live life, another year to make mistakes and learn from them so that one day we trade those mistakes for wisdom when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact this year, will be my year of transaction. I will be moving forward in terms of finding a career in a new city and moving into an entirely different place. Something alien, something bizarre in the city called Chicago. This move will be begin slowly without me realizing it, but the small things I do will have large impacts in the coming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I will be working fervently on my final senior project, while at the same time looking for a job on and off campus. Starting a job search and then finding an apartment to live in new city is while exciting but I have a sense of apprehensive. Its will slowly hit me over the months that my days as a college students are slowly coming to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I feel excited? I do actually. Leaving behind my student life and moving on to a working life is exciting despite what everyone says. Even though things will be tough, such as fitting into a new place and so on, I feel a sense of peace that it will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how it worked out for my internship at PosAd. That 2 months still have helped me learn a lot about the work environment and has teach me how to work in an office environment. I am truly thankful for that opportunity that Ray Chew has given to me. I also want to thank those who helped me while I was there, teaching and guiding me was no easy task. Henry, Jackson, Rossy and Mei Chin who all have taught a thing or two in my two short months there, I'm truly grateful for their chance in providing me an insight into the office environment and the working experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Ray telling my mom that I do not need get an overseas degree but rather I can do the same thing on the homefront. And I choose to accept that as a challenge that I can prove to him that because I have an overseas experience I will be better then your average cup of joe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the man has passed away, but my challenge still stays. Even though he will never hear it from me, his challenge will be a testimony to me and to those who hear my story. And with that, 2011 summer working experience was insightful to the real world and I move on back to 2011 fall of campus life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I struggle with a lot of issues being thrown at me, things all just work out on their own accord and I'm still breathing in a comfortable living environment on Spring of 2012. Well almost comfortable, but its better than living out in the cold and I don't have much to complain after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual journey still remains where I have been all this years. Still stuck in the same spot: neither growing nor backsliding. I am not proud of that. But somehow, I know God works in my life. My experience during the fall semester shows how things work out and I believe He had a hand in it. But still, I can't give myself a pat on the back on that. I have to keep growing both spiritually and character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have established myself as a jerk at times (I adore that role) I know where I stand in character. People who don't know me will not like my attitude towards people at times. But I'm not interested any more in making everything so convenient for people, I'm interested into making them feel uncomfortable to understand that the world isn't a very pretty place. Of course, this does mean that I lose some friends overtime and they slowly become acquittance instead to which I think that's perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all humans require social interaction in their live, I came to realize I don't need to talk to everyone any more. I would just talk to the people whom I'm interested in getting to know because I feel energized talking to them. A friend to me is someone who is can provide me from encouragement to random talks to "pointless arguments" are the ones I would like to talk to simply because they energize me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my time of writing this post are certainly coming to an end. But first I must write down my resolution for the year because I want to see if I can meet those resolutions or goals by the end of the year. So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Read the Bible everyday. &lt;br /&gt;2) Workout as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;3) Blog every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;4) Graduate &lt;br /&gt;5) Grow spiritually and mature as a young adult&lt;br /&gt;6) Be willing to take more risks&lt;br /&gt;7) Pick up a skill or a language&lt;br /&gt;8) Make me parents proud of their son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well eight goals sounds reasonable. Till another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-8671178922456793665?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8671178922456793665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=8671178922456793665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/8671178922456793665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/8671178922456793665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-7941941939784406932</id><published>2011-12-24T06:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T06:49:58.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Dawns</title><content type='html'>Soon Christmas will be upon us again and I can't help but wonder how Christmas has evolved for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes without saying that most of us probably woke up to our fair share of presents. And that's how Christmas was all about to me, to many of us. But as we grow older, we learn that Christmas isn't about waking up to opening presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly lose that childish wonder of Christmas as I grew older. But instead I woke up to nothingness. I think like of people out there, we seem to have lose the meaning of Christmas. I know I lost mine because I forgot what's it really like to celebrate Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly wish I knew why I'm typing this out and not playing Battlefield 3 instead. Maybe there's still this small shimmer inside of me who knows that I must write this down because this is important to open up myself and talk to myself inside of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-7941941939784406932?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7941941939784406932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=7941941939784406932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/7941941939784406932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/7941941939784406932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-dawns.html' title='Christmas Dawns'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-2859065291850217258</id><published>2011-10-19T13:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T14:15:57.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X-afZJ9_TIM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just felt the need to share this tonight. Life's been rather eventful. I'm in the midst of wondering how will God help through my hard times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times I really need to take one day at a time and not focus too much on the future. Much as I like to do soul-searching tonight, I feel that I need to just take myself out of that zone and just relax in music that uplifts and reminds me of a God who exist out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can see that God help me to remove the restraints that people have placed upon me by sending to a far away land where I can really be accepted and learn to accept people in return. I wonder how things will be different if I chose to stay back and never venture out into the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I be the same person or would be this totally different person whom I will not recognize? But all the answers to these questions will probably never exist. I see that every single path that I took leads to who I am today. It hits me that I tend to dwell a lot whether taking the left or right path will matter, but in reality, it will never matter at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Steve Jobs said, "You can only connect the dots once you look back." And I see the truth in that, I ponder a lot of the things that has happen and ponder why did it happen? But now, I see the dots slowly connecting and making more sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I did do some soul-searching. I feel lighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-2859065291850217258?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2859065291850217258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=2859065291850217258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/2859065291850217258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/2859065291850217258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-just-felt-need-to-share-this-tonight.html' title='Late Night Musings'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/X-afZJ9_TIM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-8275151426054346049</id><published>2011-09-23T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T05:41:18.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of a Friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;Death has a weird way of coming to you. For me death has always occurred to someone who is much older. In the last few years, I lost 3 uncles in 3 straight years. Then I lost my great-grandmother and grandmother. For me, maybe that’s why I never felt genuinely effected because I was either too young or too still naïve in the world to understand death.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;But this summer, I received news that one of my friends has passed away. In an instant, my heart was gripped with fear. Losing a friend who is roughly the same age as me never did occur to me. Never did I think that death would visit a friend of mine at that young, yet I should know by now that death do happen it happens to people. But in an instant that very night, my sense of security crumpled around me as I drove home that very night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;I called to a few of my friends and the funeral was tomorrow. Tomorrow? That was rather too soon for someone who just passed away. I thought about legal procedures and I wonder why the family wanted to get the burial done so quickly. Nevertheless, tomorrow came and I went to the funeral. At the funeral, I was reunited with some of my friends and some I have yet to seen since I returned home. Even though I joked and laughed with them on jokes we shared, I felt wrong and this feeling stayed within me for the whole day. Maybe because it’s was a funeral of a different religion and there was only the feeling of sadness and despair that hung so heavily in the air.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;Once the funeral was done, I drove away with a heavy feeling and even though I had concert to go to. I could not shake the feeling that I should be mourning and not be enjoying yet. But like many events in the world, the only way was to move on. Eventually I moved on with her death because the dead stay dead, there isn’t anything I could have done. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;I now write this because it is time I honour her now as a memory. A memory and a lesson. A memory of which she was to me and too many others. How we all enjoy her being around us and how funny she was. That will forever be engraved to my memory and I will not forget that. A lesson to me that death will visit the people around me when their time has come. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;But do I fear death? I’m not too sure at the moment. At the moment I’m not prepared to meet death.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope to meet death and be like the Perevell brother who chooses to remain from death till he was ready to meet him like an old friend. The normal man does not wake up every day and think it is his last day on earth. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But isn’t that a luxury at times? The fact that we are still able to plan out our lives ahead of us and be hopeful of the future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;But thanks to my dear friend who has gone ahead of me, I will still remember you every time I see something that reminds me of you and chuckle to myself. Now everyday seem different, I see things differently, I live maybe more on the edge now? Whenever or not, this event has influence my life, I sense because of your death, change has come to me. Right now I won’t know what the change will be as it will be slow and subtle. But like many life lessons we learned, it is only when we look back that we can trace what has happened to us and then only can we piece together the puzzle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;And every June 23&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;, I will take the time to reflect and remember you of the brief short time we interacted with one another. It is my heart’s desire that we would one day met again.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I won’t say goodbye because I hate those but rather I will say “Till we met again someday.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;“Death is but next the great adventure.” Dumbledore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-8275151426054346049?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8275151426054346049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=8275151426054346049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/8275151426054346049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/8275151426054346049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-memory-of-friend.html' title='In Memory of a Friend.'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-6263581506433519735</id><published>2011-07-20T00:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T01:56:01.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junk'/><title type='text'>Shot it &amp; burned it.</title><content type='html'>After a long time, I think it's really time to speak out my mind about things. I normally have kept them inside because there wasn't the need to approach the subject. Consider this a spoiler, I will rant my heart out about how some people have treated me and I WILL slap them back in the face for what they have done to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I may sound like a huge coward shouting from across the hall than being straight up in the person's face. But let's face it, would I rather go to his home right now and yell in his face? No, I don't do that. I would look like a complete jerk who has time to waste. Instead, I'm going to do this rant here so that everybody knows what a jerk you once were to me. Do take note that I was once a nice guy and would kiss everyone's ass. But no, I've changed I'm no longer that nice guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Readers who will read, I will not ask for your sympathies nor will I ask you to take sides. Be mature to know that they are two sides of the story and mine is but one of the other half. I could be at wrong for doing things I shouldn't but that would be mean the other party should be diplomatic about it and talk about it instead of choosing to slap me in the face. This rant will be the ungodly side of me and will you read swear words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But let's begin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In high school, I remember once how naive this teen thought I was threat to his girlfriend. I'm actually going to laugh at this one because he was such an insecure bastard. I was never part of his group of friends because we just don't click on interest. So physically, who wouldn't want him? He was tall and lanky and I'm sure he look handsome to the girl (which she did confess on day 1). She made it very clear to me on the first day of school, she likes him. I didn't like her because I had someone else in mind. I think the whole school pretty knew I was in the hots for another particular girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From what I gathered, I think he and she hooked up middle of the year? Things like this never go public in homeschool anyway seeing it's almost a taboo. Now I remember getting her a converse purse because I think noted that her purse looks badly roughed up. So I offer something like that for a birthday. (&lt;i&gt;Yes dear readers, I made that naive mistake of getting her the purse. But I wasn't a man who breaks promises.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got her the gift, and I didn't think any further than that due to the fact that I had to worry about getting out of school and actually going to college and like I said, I was after another girl. Then one fine night, I decided to SMS (or text) her at night because she didn't come to school and was wondering how she was faring. And here comes the drama;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 mins later, I received a SMS from a different number to stay the fuck away from her!!! Now this got me wondering, how would he or she know that I SMS her and only 5 mins later to have someone telling me off? I leave that to the reader's imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside me, I knew that he and she are probably hooked up by now. But the tone of the message suggests that I literally stole his gf from him. I mean come on, if the girl didn't want me to communicate with her then just tell me off, not send your jackass boyfriend to turn me away. Now you probably wondering why I didn't call back the number that just SMS me. Well it's simple, I was 18. Still a naive young man, not interested in conflict. So the next day, I let it slide and nonchalantly mention to her that if she did send her "dog" after me, don't it do the next time. Tell me in my face and I will take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several months later, after I have left the school. I decide to try my luck again and see if the issue was just a fluke now. Surprise surprise, I got a message from maybe the same guy telling to FUCK OFF!!! And he had even the guts to tell me that her brother was backing him up on this. Now I did confirm later they were dating together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end, I refuse to go to that year's school camp because of how they label him as some first-class Christian and list down all his so called abilities. The fact that the camp coordinators paint him in some positive image disgust me. That and some of his lackeys were never a company I prefer and even though it was my last opportunity to enjoy a school camp, I turned it down because I will not put up with him being the leader of the camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's one junk I drag out the closet. Let's move on to more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enter my first semester of college. Here was what sorta was the entry to that specific day when it happened &lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/index.php?showtopic=1954986&amp;amp;st=2360&amp;amp;p=43964503&amp;amp;#entry43964503"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I apologize for my Engrish back then. Being 18 can be pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you cannot understand what happen, here's what happen. I was sad because just 5 weeks into my semester I was literally told I didn't belong to that group. Now readers may ask, "What's wrong with that?" But when I was 18, I was such a young naive person who believe everyone was supposed to somewhat treat me good because I have done the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But guess not. After all, I was just the driver, the person who is willing to kiss your ass, the newbie in college. Now I may have deserve it, I may have not. But I know now for a fact that shouting in my face that we didn't invite you because we didn't want you is a cold slap to the face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because let's face it, I cannot ignore it if half the college are planning to go to 1U on V-day. And let's face it, I wanted to join the group. But yup, instead I got a nice cold slap to the face telling me that I don't belong to that group. A friend of mine told me to leave them be and they are just assholes. Looking back, I think the guy, I mean pussy now that its out of the bag was an asshole for bitch slapping me in the face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now excuse me for a second. I go to a so called Christian college &lt;i&gt;(Note that I said so called), &lt;/i&gt;I was expecting some sort of appropriate response from fellow human beings. Shouting in someone's face is always the dumbest thing to do to another and it creates bad blood. Granted shouting does get the message across, but is it worth it? Till this day, it still boils my blood when I think of how ill he treated me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I next blogged this line, "&lt;b&gt;Heck, I feel like none of them are acting as a Christian. Only a shirt Christian."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny thing was, not only the pussy who told me off the day before confronted me on the fact that I BLOGGED about it. He even had the guts to tell me off that I shouldn't have done that. Of course I remember that I try to reason with him saying I will take it down. But no, he told me to keep the post and thanks to that advise, that post remains where it is. He may have reblogged about me but I honestly couldn't care now. My time at college went to the pits thanks to him. I no longer truly enjoy my college experience because of the animosity between us and how later, college would be influence by YOUR dirt that people eventually felt alienated because of different courses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I for one was GLAD that the video was done without you involve because your words would be like fine poison to some with all your SHIT about college being a family I would probably just walked out and never looked back. And it took a death of someone to eventually slowly mend those wounds you indirectly cause. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, another guy came up to me and told me that he felt insulted in the above statement. OH WOW!!! Somebody actually thought that the post was meant for him and I directly insulted him by telling that you folks are a bunch of shirt-wearing Christian. And the funny thing is, I never mentioned their names in that post and he felt it. I should deserve a freaking medal for nailing him right in the spot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww, feeling angry that I just insulted you for being a shirt Christian? Well, if I had the balls back then, I would just have told him to &lt;b&gt;"FUCK OFF!!! And grow a set of balls. You shouldn't feel insulted nor concern about it since I didn't mention your name, and that if you felt it that means you are guilty for being one."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your life isn't right with God because let's face it; College &amp;gt; God. I don't think you actually CAN come up to me and tell me off for writing this because that's how I felt and you should be mature enough (too soon?) to deal with it appropriately. I have my own struggles to deal with back then and I do not deserve to be shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh, apparently I become to play thing for the seniors later. Dealing with immature things like "Teacher I cannot concentrate because of a laptop infront of me" is so much fun. And then waving away telling me it was a joke later after class is just the way to make sure we all have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like every post I have blog about, I will not mention the names of the people whom I blog about because I still have some sense in me and will not tarnish their image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If by any chance, that these 4-6 jokers found this blog. I hope this will remind what sorta jerk you were to me and hope that we all have grown out of that. It is my sincere wish that I no longer carry this baggage of unforgiveness and anger in my heart anymore. If you thing you have been mistreated by this post, well too bad. I was mistreated, I was thrown around. I was nailed for supporting her over you and guess what, she was right. You turned out to be *** and how I laughed that something that was always denied is now out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can now honestly say that I'm dragged all my anger and frustrations out and shot each of them in the head and now they are being burned over a stake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that's over, I do gently remind that they are two sides of the story and this is mine. I'm not here to buy a sympathy card. I'm here to tell you that I was mistreated and this is how I'm going to let go: by blogging it and telling my story to the whole world. If these 4-6 jokers are think that are men and not pussies, I dare them to write me back about this. Again, I do not expect an apology but if you have the guts to slap in the face again. Do so, and post it back here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly, to whomever ends up reading this. I apologize with my heart that I have directly or indirectly hurt you with my words and my actions. I have no excuses for them and only ask that you forgive me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now walking forward without looking back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ZimS- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-6263581506433519735?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6263581506433519735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=6263581506433519735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/6263581506433519735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/6263581506433519735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2011/07/shot-it-burned-it.html' title='Shot it &amp; burned it.'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-5984999911371297894</id><published>2011-06-02T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T01:54:05.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>Who am I?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I lay in my bed, unable to sleep but awake enough to have thoughts just swimming in my head. Like everyone does, I'm sure every now and then there are some nights where we just can't sleep because of something that bothers us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such as tonight, I ponder who am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To some, I'm quite the cynical, jerk and mean person to some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While others, I'm appear to be somewhat as a normal individual with a few deep thoughts every now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here I am, unable to sleep because I ponder on who am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know for a fact that I cannot be the nice guy that I sought for years back. I believe that nice guy has gone for a long journey and probably will never return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often see myself holding both a light and a darkness in my hands. I know that I could never be the person full of light all the time nor can I ever become the darkness that I hold. Maybe it was because I almost killed a man and that's when the change slowly happens. Or was maybe it was when someone told me of his struggles in life that not everything will always be positive in life and there is a time when I feel like I could do the extreme because no one else can do it but me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know for sure, that I'm no longer a nice guy. Because in reality, nice guys are going to finish last and I won't look back on that road. I know there is a verse tied to whomever is first will be last and last will be first, but to me I couldn't care less about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also think that God is somehow preparing me for something huge to come. I feel that the last 7 years has become what is known as the preparation for something in the coming 3 years. It almost feels like I can do something because I have almost nothing to lose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is human nature to want man's approval. We crave it and we need it. There is no denying that. I for one is an example of that. I sorely wish for something from someone but I dare not move or act because I choose to honor God first and I paid the price for it. It made me a hard, colder person who doesn't expect anything from anyone. And so I numb myself by becoming who I am today. Not optimistic about people at times and always ready for disappointments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I cling unto hope? Maybe. I'm beginning to lose sight of my goals and cease to just live everyday as it is. No longer expecting God also to provide yet knowing he does. Truth is, I don't know my Father in heaven. I no longer yearned for His touch, I no longer crave for His presence at times and I know He knows that I go through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you might conclude now that I suffer from depression or that I have changed a lot to something even darker than what I was. Truth is, I think I allow myself to sink into this pit just to test God. But some say "Don't test God." But my reasoning is that I won't know who God is until I lower myself to a level where I truly know darkness. As the saying goes, "To know the light, one must know the darkness," and I truly believe that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try as I might, I cannot be too overly cheerful anymore nor overly optimistic about life anymore. I simply exist each day, believing that my strength is carrying me because who really remembers God everyday now? But at the end, I look at myself 5 years ago before I started my college years, I have changed from:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An emotional-moved to a logic-base person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believing in the best of people to skeptical of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From a cheerful person to a person who is colder and harder on life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a really nice guy to a "lawfully good" person with a broken moral compass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may change in the future, or I may not because I'm comfortable where I am. I like it here, where I don't have to worry about what others think about me anymore or what some perceived me to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how long I will remain in this desert but I do know that it stretches for miles in each direction and I don't see the way out. Maybe one day a trickle of hope will just flow into me again to begin the healing process. But for now, that hope that I have been clinging on is slowly disappearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My apologies if this blog post seems clustered and confusing. I choose to write as I go along as this is just how my heart speaks to me. To those who came here because of a message, it is because I trust you. I do not expect sugar coated words nor I do not wish harsh criticism from anyone. You are here because I trust that you would help me seek to understand what kind of man I have become and hope that would continue to bear with me till that day comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ZimS- &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/69548579909560519-5984999911371297894?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5984999911371297894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=5984999911371297894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/5984999911371297894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/5984999911371297894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-9100444605128624907</id><published>2011-04-11T03:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:32:45.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>The Dawn of Awakening</title><content type='html'>The end of another Narnia movie. Watching the Voyage of the Dawn Threader became the most tear-jearking Narnia movie for me. What is there to say it? Seeing a physical representation of Jesus in the form of a lion moves my heart every time and Lewis Carol has done a magnificent job of representing creating the character Aslan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I see Aslan, my spirit is somehow moved into tears. I wonder is it because the spirit-man inside me has been so dry that seeing Jesus, just overwhelms it and I feel it. Or is it because that my heart desire and intimate experience with God and yearns from a touch from Him? Whichever the case is, my heart moved me to tears as I rode this on my journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The final scene when Edmund, Lucy and Eustace when Aslan its time for them to go back proved to be the best scene for me. It seems cruel that Aslan told Edmund and Lucy that they would no longer come back because they have learned all they can from this world. But at the same time, he gives hope to them telling them that they should looking for Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another scene worth mentioning, is when Reepicheep lays down his sword and shows submission to that he is willing to give up the sword to go on to living with Aslan. What joy it is, to see Christian being told "Well done, good and faithful servant." But as time goes on, we find ourself too busy and we lost our main focus in life which is to be a servant of God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But like the many of us, our desires and wants consume us and we become so focused that we forgot our very reason for being on earth is to glorify God. At worst, we cease to become servants of God but still carry the name Christians because for some they still need some sort of identity. But then, what's the point of then being a Christian then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we are not seeking to be better, how are we not different then the next guy who has moral principles. Gandhi asked us Christian why are we don't act like Jesus. Of course we can argue, we are not Jesus and can never be like Him. But that does not mean we should stop trying to be a better person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a Christian is never easy. there was no easy road, the moment we decided to become followers of Christ. There will always be hard decisions to make further down the road, when the time comes. But, we should always strive to a bigger goal which is to put God's command first and not our desires first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What set us apart from the rest of the world, is that we faith in our God who would reward us when the time comes and we have the hope that God has provided us through his Holy Spirit. My 10 years of solitude has taught me hope that I will get the one instead of looking for her now. God has sustained me the last 7 years without me knowing and I acknowledged that God through the working of many people has led me to become who I am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-9100444605128624907?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/9100444605128624907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=9100444605128624907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/9100444605128624907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/9100444605128624907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2011/04/dawn-of-awakening.html' title='The Dawn of Awakening'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-2790795790522586859</id><published>2011-02-03T01:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:32:32.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3rd Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gong Xi Fatt Choi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Which means Happy Chinese New Year and what a new year it has been. Thanks to the snow storm, I have 2 classes cancel!!! Yay!!! I started the day playing 2 extra hours of gaming! I know!!! It's so not productive! I should have gone to sleep and dearly hope that I wake up in Ipoh and going out to gather AngPaos (little red packets with money inside).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At least by now, I would have ate a lovely reunion dinner. Drank maybe 1 bottle of beer with my dad (Yes, I drink), getting ready for 14 days of excitement of visiting relatives houses, snacking on their snacks and eating their food and repeat that for the next 14 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Yes, Chinese New Year is celebrated for 2 whole weeks and we normally get 1 over week of holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;HA! Beat that you Americans and your Thanksgiving celebrations. Of course, you would argue that Black Friday is something that you could beat us. But why bother going shopping once a year for crazy discount, when we have it three times a year? That's right, we have a nation-wide shopping discount every year. One during January, another one in June - September and lastly in December for the year-end sales. Malaysia is FTW when it comes to celebrating various religion &amp;amp; cultural holidays. And no, St. Patrick doesn't count for you. All you guys do is dress up in green to get drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And yes, let's not forget speaking in Cantonese or Mandarin or something that is not American English. Oh my gosh, I miss just talking with all my slangs and dialects than speaking such an uptight American dialect. I constantly feel the pressure to speak American English just cause most of them would not understand my accent and slang. America for the win.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes, contrary to popular belief that everything is celebrated in November, we celebrate our new year late January or early February. Only a few certain ignorant people would believe that everything they celebrate its at the end of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But no, I woke up to snow and more snow. Bummer...  And oh, the snow storm? It was horrible. I took video of it as I was walking back from the Poling Center to Steeby House and wow, it's certain quite a sight and walking on deep snow. Makes me want to go shoot some pictures but the wind was killing me. 15mph wind is not fun at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At times like this, don't we all wish we have a teleportation devices and the ability to teleport like Hiro from &lt;i&gt;Heroes?&lt;/i&gt; Think about it, I could totally do my classes by day and party by day! Or even attend church or cell group seeing how my Friday mornings are now free. But all that wishful thinking would just go to waste, but I sincerely hope that 1 day I would wake up like be able to teleport or have some abilities. Yes, &lt;i&gt;Heroes &lt;/i&gt;has definitely left an impact on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And this year is the year of the Rabbit! Yup, if you were born exactly 12 or 24 or 36 years ago, you're a Rabbit! So that means you would have dress up as a Rabbit for the next 14 days. Don't worry, the Easter bunny would understand; I made sure he/she was all right with people dressing up like a Rabbit. Here's a brief summary of those born in the year of the Rabbit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(72, 27, 18); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Occupying the 4th position in the Chinese Zodiac, the Rabbit symbolizes such character traits as creativity, compassion, and sensitivity. Rabbits are friendly, outgoing and prefer the company of others. They also prefer to avoid conflict. In confrontational situations, Rabbits approach calmly and with consideration for the other party. Rabbits believe strongly in friends and family and lacking such bonds can lead to emotional issues.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes, Rabbits are great people. My childhood friend is a Rabbit and I gotten along well for the last 22 years. And he's now hanging on my wall as the testimony to that. Good man, pity we got an argue about who's better in gaming, and clearly I was better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And the author does not condone any sort of problems if you find out that your best friend or spouse or boyfriend/girlfriend is not compatible because you researched what year you were born in and he or she is not compatible because of being in a different year as you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So to my friends in Malaysia, Chinese New Year is awesome, but for the love of God please don't post every status update concerning how great it is. On behalf of the people overseas, we KNOW how great it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So Gong Xi Gong Xi, have a great Chinese New Year ahead, and don't overdo the drinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cheers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-ZimS-&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/69548579909560519-2790795790522586859?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2790795790522586859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=2790795790522586859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/2790795790522586859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/2790795790522586859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-6346069202367662642</id><published>2011-02-02T08:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:32:06.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow 2nd Post'/><title type='text'>Snow Storm</title><content type='html'>After a year &amp;amp; 7 months,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I return to blogging once again. Maybe I can actually make it a weekly thing now for me but don't hope just yet. I have yet to find a real purpose to why I blog yet, seeing how I see my pictures on Facebook can be describe as a blog instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I been encouraged to blog by my professor at the university, telling us how important social media websites have become which is rather true. But let's leave that for another time seeing how my post is entitled "Snow Storm."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there's this big hype that a snow storm is off epic proportions. Even a facebook event page has been set up for such a thing. They're calling it &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=105925099485778"&gt;Snowpocalypse 2011&lt;/a&gt; (and they do have amazing pictures). Yes it does seems like an end of world stuff with 19.5 inches of snow expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.5 inches of snow? It does seems like a lot isn't it? For those needing reference, it's about 3 foot of snow and to those needing reference that's up to your waist if your an average height person. For those who are not the average height, I'm sure you have a decent amount of imagination to help you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth to be told, I'm not particular worried about a power shortage, or being buried in snow, or force to stay indoors. I'm actually worried how are we going to celebrate Chinese New Year this year! With all the snow, the Malaysians on campus are very low on groceries and any plans to make a Chinese New Year dinner will be dashed away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the only thing that could excite me is that I wake up tomorrow and find out my classes for the next 2 days is canceled! But that probably will happen when there's like 6 inches of snow and that won't happen here. The only thing canceled was a club meeting at 8:30pm, so that means I just waited for pretty much nothing while I typed out this entry. So my take on this coming snow storm? Nothing exciting, just more snow to count whenever I get too bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend on mine describes snow as, "&lt;i&gt;You know how sometimes there are people who are really pretty but you wouldn't wanna be around them in real life and it's same thing with the snow&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I beg to differ. I like the snow. It's just that I don't like the wind. It's like a package you know, you know you don't want the soft drink (or pop for you Americans) in your McD or Taco Bell meals simply because the milk shakes taste way much better or a nice hot coffee. By the way check out &lt;a href="http://klchick.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-british-vs-malaysian-slang-and-ny.html"&gt;Crystal Cha's blog&lt;/a&gt; for the above quote. She's probably will entertain you more than me with her &lt;b&gt;charming&lt;/b&gt; personalities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES!! GO NOW!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On an unrelated note, it seems Malaysia has been raining a lot and it sucks now that I half-way across the world experiencing a cold harsh Chinese New Year instead of a somewhat cooler Chinese New Year back home. On behalf on all my Malaysian friends overseas, we all know how much that sucks to be away from the glorious food, angpaos, and the drinks. Seriously, -8C is the definitely the weather to have some brandy or whiskey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wish I could just drink some right now, but because I signed an agreement that I cannot drink during my school year which I'm constantly remaindered by my roommate, my salvation only lies in Ipoh White Coffee and Milo.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess I would have to end now, I'm getting cold and lonely just sitting in the Poling Center Lobby writing this out. I should go start counting snow soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ZimS-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-6346069202367662642?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6346069202367662642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=6346069202367662642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/6346069202367662642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/6346069202367662642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-storm.html' title='Snow Storm'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-3437249338137091566</id><published>2011-01-28T03:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:31:29.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st Return'/><title type='text'>The Return.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;All that is gold does not glitter,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not all those who wander are lost;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The old that is strong does not wither,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deep roots are not reached by the frost.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl style="margin-top: 0.2em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; "&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the ashes a fire shall be woken,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;A light from the shadows shall spring;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Renewed shall be blade that was broken,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The crownless again shall be king.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-left: 2em; margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;-ZimS-&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-3437249338137091566?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3437249338137091566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=3437249338137091566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/3437249338137091566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/3437249338137091566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2011/01/return.html' title='The Return.'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-4118147882059228342</id><published>2009-06-15T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:50:28.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Hidden</title><content type='html'>For all you have visited and check frequently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologies for never updating for the last few months or weeks. Truth to be told, I have lost my inspiration to blog about anything and rather keep it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I may update, when I have the time or I feel like it. Most of it is devoted to doing random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers...&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-4118147882059228342?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4118147882059228342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=4118147882059228342' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/4118147882059228342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/4118147882059228342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2009/06/hidden.html' title='Hidden'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-5624450955869807855</id><published>2009-03-23T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:35:10.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably lost a few pounds...</title><content type='html'>All right people, I'm currently down with food poisoning. So I should recovering in a day or two (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to do a post about those who wished me Happy Birthday, but that will have to be on a hold till I can actually concentrate to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vomited six times in 8 hours so yeah that's a new record for me. Had lots of gas (which are mostly gone by now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm facing dehydration due to constant traveling for the last few days and this result in me having a fever now (for this first time over three years!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that it's for now. God, I love how my body will look like after not eating and vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-5624450955869807855?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5624450955869807855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=5624450955869807855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/5624450955869807855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/5624450955869807855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/probably-lost-few-pounds.html' title='Probably lost a few pounds...'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-5315415833225434337</id><published>2009-03-19T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:28:05.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Being Good Enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;Often I hear friends of mine telling me I'm a good person because I do a lot of nice things. But really, when I seat back and reflect upon my soul and conscience. I'm not even the slightest good person I can look for. Sure there are some qualities that I am proud of. But, if I were to continue on my road on leading a purposeful life which is one that has to be constantly growing and improving myself, I'm no where near there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When examining myself, I still lie, cheat, get angry easily at some people and still do all sort of things, all these are not the attribute that I hard to get rid it off. Of course some people might say, "Don't be too hard on yourself, not everyone is perfect," but what's the point of just being at my current state when my goal as a Christian, a supposed follower of Christ is suppose to STRIVE hard to be as Christ like as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The problem is that, too many people are out there waiting to be saved. But, what is the point of going to them and telling all the "nice" words to them about Christ and how we try to live Christ-like when I still am not right with my walk with God. It's the whole point of being a hypocrite that hinders me as a Christian who is supposes to live like Him but not Him.  I still remember the words from Pastor Edmund Chan during the Discipleship Conference. He says &lt;strong&gt;"People love Jesus Christ, but not many are like Jesus Christ." &lt;/strong&gt;These words alone just shake me. As everyday, when I walk out the doors of my room or even being in my room I need to remember that I am watched not by God, but also the people around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see, it is tough to be a Christian. Even with all the blessings that may come from God, it does come with a price. As I remember reading in the Old Testament. God will only bless the children of Israel when they follow and obey his commandments. If not, He will send curses that will not only effect me but until my children's children.  This alone shows that in order to get the blessings that I want from God, I must first put right with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I also do fear the day when I fall to be a lukewarm Christian which is not an area to be. Even as stated by God in the book of Revelations, He prefers either someone who is cold or warm rather than lukewarm. It is generally hard, but hey, I signed up for this ride and I'm not going to go back on it now. So, to end here's a poem that I should remember about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Georgia'&gt;When I was a young man, I wanted to change the world.  I found it was difficult to change the world, so I tried to change my nation.  When I found I couldn't change the nation, I began to focus on my town.  I couldn't change the town and as an older man, I tried to change my family.  Now, as an old man, I realize the only thing I can change is myself, and suddenly I realize that if long ago I had changed myself, I could have made an impact on my family.  My family and I could have made an impact on our town.  Their impact could have changed the nation and I could indeed have changed the world.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-ZS-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-5315415833225434337?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5315415833225434337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=5315415833225434337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/5315415833225434337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/5315415833225434337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-being-good-enough.html' title='Is Being Good Enough?'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-6464369674934288912</id><published>2009-01-01T01:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:42:48.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Year of Impact'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>So ends the year of alignment, what's next?</title><content type='html'>So end's the year of alignment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2008 was a mixture of everything a normal teen will take. A mixture of good and bad, happy and sad moments, fun and depressing moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit down and finally take time to type this out, I am reminded that I'm ALIVE to be typing this post. As I was at church celebrating the last day of 2008, I am reminded that I should be thankful of all my events in this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes a list of what I can think of to give my thanks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanks to God who has sustain me the entire year with His strength, His undying love, His comfort when I'm down, His wisdom, His never ending mercy on my life. To the opportunites that I am able to share my wisdom to some people and to the times where I could impact other people lives. Without you, I wouldn't be typing this and remembering that I give thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To all my friends who has stuck to me the entire year, to all the moments we shared laughing and having fun to the times when I needed a ear to listen to my thoughts and rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To the great friends, those who has somehow impacted my live in ways that makes me want to be a much better person (Joel, Trisha, J. Chu, Phoebe, Marwan, Deborah Heng, Pamela Lai, May Choo, Paul Leong)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Joel, who has always taught me many things and the many times we share talking about the Word. From the wise teachings that he has taught me to the times we had times talking about the Word and to the great eye openers that are in the Bible. I hope that we will always maintain this relationship and grow a stronger bond in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Trisha, who is one of the best encouragement and comforter during the times I need someone to talk to. To also become another one of pet sisters to which I hope we can always be one way both a supporter and encouragement to one another.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To J.Chu, as one of great friends from the start of the year. To the crazy times and stuff that we did, I'll cherish those moments. To the late nights that we had talking just random stuff, to singing each other Sweeney Todd (Lol), to being a friend who taught has taught me to not shoot my mouth too much XD. Even though we may grown a distant, I do hope one day where we can be where we were earlier last year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Phoebe, who I had fun being with such friend. To the times talking really fun stuff and living with your "greatness". To the times we had over the small disagreements that I can never win which always turn out to be fun. Cheers to your greatness and the thanks for the ever encouragment to make me study harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Marwan, who turned out to be one of the best (and only) Iraqi friend I had. To the times where you will entertain me with your acting skills and your passion for videoing things. To teaching me some great games, that I learned to enjoy and watching you in awe when I turned out to be good? Hahaha... to that, a great friend who has entertained me throughout the year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Paul, who was willing to take me as a student. Is hard to believe that the timing was so precise when I going to start looking for a teacher in drums. As a teacher who has enough patience to teach me (and again if I forget) and high hopes for me to play as a drummer. To the many times he had to nag me to practice more (lol). And as a friend, from high school so that we can sometimes reminiscence about some friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Deborah, whom I found a new friend that I could talk some college stuff which I find it difficult to share. To the times where we both pour our rants to each other about assignments and exams. To also an almost trip to Malacca which didn't work out in the end lol. To hopes that we can do another sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To both Pam and May who we manage to overcome time to become great friends again like once we were so many years. To the many meetings that we had, to catch up with one another and have fun talking, to finally an outing where we enjoy not just us but a few more old friends that we couldn't meet up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To my family both blood and not related, who has encouraged me when I needed encouragement. The love showed to me by my parents. Thank you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;One of my proudest moment in my year of alignment was that I managed to finish at least one journal book of my devotion. Though I didn't manage to finish the entire devotion book but nevertheless it was an achievement which I couldn't achieve for the pass few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, that I have pass my P license and I am not a fully competent driver. I thank God that even though I had quite a few accidents in my two years time, I am grateful that I finish it without receiving a single demerit to my license and I will always give thanks that I passed my driving exam when I could have failed a second time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My year of aligment is not a perfect one, but it's a start in my story in this world. I do know now that in my walk with God that I lack the ability to pray. I somehow find myself struggling in just like spending time talking to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To one of the greatest lesson I was taught and will most likely never forget which is that not everyone will become a leader by title. This lesson was taught to me by Joel who showed me in the James 3:1 "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My brethren, let not many of you become teachers, knowing that we shall receive a stricter judgment&lt;/span&gt;." I have learn that I need not to be a leader by title but just a person who serve the Living God and when I serve Him, I will surely one way or another lead people in ways that I could not see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the year starts a new, I began this year with hopes that I can be a better person in terms of spiritual and character. That I strive to become more Christ like everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I welcome the Year of Influence!!!&lt;/span&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/69548579909560519-6464369674934288912?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6464369674934288912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=6464369674934288912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/6464369674934288912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/6464369674934288912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-ends-year-of-alignment-whats-next.html' title='So ends the year of alignment, what&apos;s next?'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-8965753267911236434</id><published>2008-10-11T01:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:13:40.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillsong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planetshaker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micheal Guglielmucci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>My thoughts on...</title><content type='html'>Micheal Guglielmucci,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometime, I began to really think about it. Let's see how long will I ramble about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first saw and met the man at the Planetshaker conference of 2004 at Sunway Convention Hall, Malaysia. It was there, I began to know Planetshaker and my passion for their songs grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I began to grow older, I slowly began moving to worship songs over their fast-paced praise songs. From there, I find that Hillsong produce better worship song (my last album I got was Never Stop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually two years ago, when I found out that Micheal Guglielmucci was stricken with a cancer disease. My heart when out to him. I remember hearing the song "Healer" and was like awe-struck that a man who was stricken with cancer was able to write songs like "Healer" and a few praise songs. I mean, I would have a hard time finding myself to praise God when I was stricken with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard news that he was recovering I was happy. Despite seeing some people on youtube saying his liar, I couldn't care less since a man is being saved now through faith healing. Then the news came out a few weeks back, when he has completely told a lie to us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He wasn't stricken with cancer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To me, when I received the news, I wasn't like totally shocked. I don't know why but I was okay. He lied to us. So what? He's still a human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, when I first received the news, I question whether or not more people will know Jesus. I had this bizare thinking that because what Mike did, he probably had more people coming to know Jesus. When I thought of it, would we give up our good name for people to come to Jesus? I would actually call this an ultimate sacrifice. Since the Bible has said that a good name is better than riches. I call this method also unorthodox since it kinda touches on an area which is very sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like if I do this, my name will forever be seen as bad. However, I do saved lots of people at the sametime. However, some people might accept badly and reject the gospel. Using this is kinda like two-shaped sword (not sure is that the term, but it means the plan can backfire).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the news came out, I talked to a few people and one of them was Crystal Cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the conversation since it's nice to have a good talk about things like these and I would called it really an "intellectual" talk. Not that the rest I talked with other people are not intellectual but it's great to have someone like Crystal talked about her viewpoint. I find Crystal one of the most wise people I have met and she's younger than me. So for one to be wiser than you at a younger age is a really blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked her about the hoax, she said that she wasn't that surprise that the hoax came out. Since being a pastor does indeed have a lot of pressure and expectation on one person. She finds it too sudden for him to be sick and he writes a song about it. She goes on that every person (including Christians) is tempted all the time by fame and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even our Lord Jesus, was tempted by the Devil to thrown himself from the temple of God to gain fame and if he bow down to the Devil, he will give all the cities that he owned. This is recorded in the book of Matthew (guys can find it yourself :) since some of us are too lazy to open the Bible, now is the chance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going out slightly out topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us (Crys and me), find that Planetshakers has really became too focus on the idea of hyping up the atmosphere on worship. Not that is bad and all, but it's just that both of us finally settled down and enjoy the quiet and powerful worship songs. Personally when she compared them with Passion Worship Band, she finds them so much more humble and really no need to create a hype to make the crowd praise and worship God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, why I like worship songs is that where you can just worship God and the power is there when I worship. I feel like that's the whole point of worship and if I were to looked back at myself 7 years ago, I can say that I have changed. When I was young, I always like praise songs since it was full of movement and so on. But, one time during a worship celebration at my church, I saw an older friend of mine, singing a praise song with her eyes closed like total worship. This makes me question why she does that. Since praise songs are "normally" meant to hype out the worshippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time progress on, I slowly find myself liking worship songs. Maybe it was the constant Quiet Time, or maybe I had such a great leader who impacts my life to be changed. Is just by listening to some of them, you can really just start reflecting and began to feel God's presence. Now, when I'm doing my Quiet Time, I would just play worship songs and just basked myself in the presence of God. Also one of wishes, is that one day I could be the drummer for the songs that being played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Mike,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one, am glad that he confess his sins. Even it will create lots of backlash; I think that his conscience is cleaner now. Imagine if he when out with the lie, how long more before he will finally confess? If it prolonged, how many more would be hurt by him? How many more will be shocked and be angry with him? I applaud him for coming clean with the lie and his addiction with pornography. It takes real guts to actually come out and say everything. What I believe is the conviction of the Holy Spirit and through the song he wrote are the main reasons why he chooses to end the lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, searching online about articles about him. I am surprised that churches like Hillsong and Planetshakers have began to cut off (literally) from their churches. Even Planetshakers have begun to remove his name from most of their albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To check what I have said visit &lt;a href="http://planetshakersinsider.wordpress.com/2008/08/26/hillsong-planetshakers-running-hiding-from-the-mike-guglielmucci-fallout/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy about this. Why? Just because he has done wrong does not mean you get to remove all traces about him. The songs that are previously written by him are still strong and meaningful. I can say that songs are neither good nor bad. It's how you accept them and allow them to speak to you. Some like the song "Healer" is just so meaningful. How often can we really sing about healing when there are so many people who need it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this disgraceful for the church of Planetshakers and Hillsong to remove anything to do with Mike. Even the head of Planetshakers Church has stressed over and over again that he doesn't know a single thing about Mike's hoax. Now, I find it funny since they could have like accompany him to the hospital, to the doctor's room and read the results together. It shows that sadly nobody couldn't care to enter the doctor's room with him. Sad but true. Also, a church that big will need accountability&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;. What happen to that? Shouldn't the Planetshakers church have at least formed an accountability&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; group with him in one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a blog post concerning taking responsibility for Mike, &lt;a href="http://planetshakersinsider.wordpress.com/2008/08/28/taking-responsibility-for-mike-guglielmucci/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here not to condemn the church of Planetshakers, I am here to tell what they could have done at least. Not to mention only Planetshakers is removing his name from their album, but even Hillsong is recalling all their copies of "This is Our God" and removing the track "Healer" from the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when the church has been so fussy about face? If it's in an Asian culture, then it's understandable but the damage is done. Why bother wasting time and money removing his name from the album when there are other things to be done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to close soon, (feels like a sermon XD) but yeah, I also noticed that too many people are still focusing on what he has done. Sure, we might feel angry and hurt and not to mention shocked on the news. However, enough is enough; I urged people who read this post to forgive Mike as he is only human and so are you who read this and me. The next thing to do is to help him out in his problem. Isn't a church supposed to support their members when they are faced with trials and persecution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will only hurt Mike more if the church members choose to ignore him and refuse to help him. When that happens, are we any better? Isn't our duty as a Christian to help one another and also forgive not once but seven times seven and times it again? As I close this post, I just want to finally say that even we Christians, do fall short of the glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not super human who can simply resist sin and the temptation of the flesh. We ARE real people who grow through wanting to be in a social group, wanting to have attention to us. Never, assume that Christians are perfect people. We are still humans who strive for perfection in our race with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, to Micheal Guglielmucci, I give my respect to you for coming clean after two years and that you bothered to actually say it with everyone or rather to the world. My respect goes to a man who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DARED&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOLD&lt;/span&gt; to do so. Even some people might not respect you, despise you, know that by God's grace, we can live our lives and still be a pleasing to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, there goes my longest post. Now a few words who read this, I don't really expect a feedback but this post is different, I sincerely hope that you will give me feedback about the whole post. From the content of it to my grammar (I know it's not first grade) to constructive criticism about my style of writing which might to messy. I started at 1:00am on October the 11th and finish it only at 3:21am. So be a dear and leave me a feedback yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EDIT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, just double-checked, it said that Hillsong is removing the song "Healer" in any future releases of their album "This is Our God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, at their offical site which is &lt;a href="http://www.hillsong.com/music/product.php?xProd=4603"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, you can see that the song "Healer" is no longer there for downloads. Again, I apologize for not double-checking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-8965753267911236434?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8965753267911236434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=8965753267911236434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/8965753267911236434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/8965753267911236434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-thoughts-on.html' title='My thoughts on...'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-682297274946632836</id><published>2008-10-06T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:48:25.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eye'/><title type='text'>My eye...</title><content type='html'>Damn, my left eyes is irritated like mad, feels like something is poking it. It leaves a quick and painful feeling in the left eye when I moved it too much.  I dunno what caused it, I only know that it started like Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most annoying pain I had in awhile. I could say I rather have the muscles aches rather over this. Bah, I don't feel like updating anything more since it hurts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzZZZZzzzZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-682297274946632836?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/682297274946632836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=682297274946632836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/682297274946632836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/682297274946632836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-eye.html' title='My eye...'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-771715243984343273</id><published>2008-09-14T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:50:12.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Twice I felt this...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I ever do wonder why I let myself to pull out the knife that is in my heart? While the wound heals, it plunges again into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt this so long ago, never did I want to feel this again. Yet somehow, twice I felt that something I have grown to love be taken away from me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this brings the question on why should I seek companionship in this love that I have nurtured. Twice it has come, only this time I felt that it more personal. And if I attempt to join it, I feel that I should not since, the saying "three's a crowd" comes to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me wonder sometimes why I'm always alone? As life in this world progress on, I wonder, I realize that the closer I get with someone, the harder or rather the pain when they separate and move on. As a think of it, I realize most of my frens whom I grew attach with often moved on so fast that I'm left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I hear this very small voice on the back of my head saying "You'll always be alone." It whispers me to yet hit the hardest. How I long for a companionship that can really last and yet I can always tell. But for this problem can't be shared to that person for the problem lies with me and the problem is about the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it turns out to be a pain that I just want to walk away and never return. How I wish I could just turn off my feelings and not care. How I just want to... be loved and to love one another...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-771715243984343273?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/771715243984343273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=771715243984343273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/771715243984343273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/771715243984343273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/09/twice-i-felt-this.html' title='Twice I felt this...'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-9215764044544963620</id><published>2008-09-14T14:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:45:30.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yuna Ito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carls Jr.'/><title type='text'>My two attempts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my last two days at attempting to eat Carl's Jr. has failed miserably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kyspeaks.com/photos2/carls_jr_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://kyspeaks.com/photos2/carls_jr_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? It's because of those BLASTED MALAYS who go there and order their food and like stare at them until 7:20PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake people, why not you just go take it away. I don't care if you have to screw your fast plans but will it be too hard for you like to NOT eat there? There are people LIKE me who has yet to taste of 1 of this delicious burgers and you all crapped up like tuna or sardines to be slaughtered in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blargh, that said also I don't get to eat it anyway. Two whole days stuck in the jam towards MV with Nas and Gal. All hopes gone down the drain those two darn days. I blame Nas for the first attempt for finishing her work late XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on a positive side, Gal and me saw a hailer person around. She was so intentively eating that she didn't notice both of us infront of her :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also bought a new CD which I wanted for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SMyualhpNjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PJdPHvZQnKE/s1600-h/Wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SMyualhpNjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PJdPHvZQnKE/s400/Wish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245759437752841778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you guys can't recognize her, then no worries, she's a Jap artist. So to those who don't listen to J-pop need not to be ashamed XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Yuna Ito, I like her music cuz it's kinda like a erm how would I say it, has a positive upbeat in her music and yeah it's nice to have a break away from Ayumi and BoA sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, even Gal listens to her music, so yeah that means Gal has good taste of music to those who question my taste of music. And he listen to like to quite some of the updated songs on the radio now unlike me who listens to my iPod wherever I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't really stress much, since I have hunger pangs now. On a last note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foodpoi.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/carls-jr-04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.foodpoi.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/carls-jr-04.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.dieselpowermag.com/news/0707dp_10_z+2007_July_diesel_industry_news+hamburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://images.dieselpowermag.com/news/0707dp_10_z+2007_July_diesel_industry_news+hamburger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time Carls Jr.. Next time I WILL GET YOU!!!&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/69548579909560519-9215764044544963620?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/9215764044544963620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=9215764044544963620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/9215764044544963620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/9215764044544963620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-two-attempts.html' title='My two attempts...'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SMyualhpNjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PJdPHvZQnKE/s72-c/Wish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-3022063806495978307</id><published>2008-09-02T02:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T02:24:01.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Christianity 1500 years ago and today...</title><content type='html'>Okay the article for this update is actually in my CG's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So click &lt;a href="http://pre-u3.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly encourage those who visit my blog to check it out. As Joel, is one of most influential in my life, his teachings are an eye opener. So do pay visit and read the article. Cheers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-3022063806495978307?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3022063806495978307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=3022063806495978307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/3022063806495978307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/3022063806495978307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/09/christianity-1500-years-ago-and-today.html' title='Christianity 1500 years ago and today...'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-6869674728687868755</id><published>2008-08-28T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:06:10.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chair'/><title type='text'>My Chair....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after 6-8 years of service, my wooden chair finally gave way. Thankfully, went I was sitting on it I could feel that the chair was slowly giving away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SLbL6ftwj5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/2ghcqAbgYsc/s1600-h/DSC00586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SLbL6ftwj5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/2ghcqAbgYsc/s400/DSC00586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239599422298427282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SLbL6soc4YI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ckzJoNKagSM/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SLbL6soc4YI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ckzJoNKagSM/s400/DSC00587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239599425765826946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SLbLgXolPhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LqGQayqmHnY/s1600-h/DSC00585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SLbLgXolPhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LqGQayqmHnY/s400/DSC00585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239598973452631570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still it was weird have your chair "sinking" slowly. Must be how a person on a ship felt like when it was sinking.&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/69548579909560519-6869674728687868755?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6869674728687868755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=6869674728687868755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/6869674728687868755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/6869674728687868755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-chair.html' title='My Chair....'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SLbL6ftwj5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/2ghcqAbgYsc/s72-c/DSC00586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-7473200334714786170</id><published>2008-08-25T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T02:02:53.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotion'/><title type='text'>What has really been eating up my time...</title><content type='html'>As the title says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been actually spending at least a hour a day to do my devotion. Normally I would do up to two hours straight but is not often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I have been focusing so much on it? Well I started with this goal at the beginning of the year to finish my church's devotion book. Normally my church will start the year with a new devotion book. This has been a tradition for the last 27 years I think. With that goal in mine, I pushed myself to do more devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I have been pushing myself was that I have been slacking really far back. As of now I'm doing week 12 of my devotion and guess what? It's week 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means 22 weeks = 154 days to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, a long way to go eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I would journal my thoughts about the recent devotion that I do. So sometimes, there's a lot to write about and then I would have to read a few bible chapters for my Through-the-Bible Reading Plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What my devotion book does is that we go week by week a topic of a book in the bible. Like currently, I studying about the book of Isaiah. The devotion book will then go through the entire  book in 7 days, picking up important verses. What I like about it, it's that rather simple reflections of the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't really dry like some of the previous book that I read and lost my interest. I would actually encourage people to really do the book (even Marwan is doing it for you college lurkers). It's rather a simple daily reflection on just a verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The book is called Through The Bible, Through The Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.christianbooks.uk.com/shop/images/Through%20the%20bible.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.christianbooks.uk.com/shop/images/Through%20the%20bible.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;John Stott is without question one of the most beloved and significant pastors and authors of the last fifty years. Named by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt; magazine in 2005 as one of the world's 100 most influential people as one of the 25 most influential evangelicals in America, Stott commands a huge following that defies his quiet demeanor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through the Bible Through the Year,&lt;/span&gt; Stott offers orginal, never-before-published reflections on the Bible from Genesis to Revelation. These daily readings take you through Scriptures with an emphasis on both the "big picture" of the story of God and the nature of God as Trinity. Christians seeking a stronger, holistic grasp on the Bible will treasure this work that overflows with wisdom gleaned from a life and reflection by an internationally beloved pastor and scholar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Extracted from back cover of the book*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-7473200334714786170?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7473200334714786170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=7473200334714786170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/7473200334714786170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/7473200334714786170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-has-really-been-eating-up-my-time.html' title='What has really been eating up my time...'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-2883545984615733694</id><published>2008-08-07T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:16:37.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>A Repost by Surviving Lame Cat By Joel Lee</title><content type='html'>Before you read this poem, I thought that it would be helpful to let you know the background of this poem.One day while I was eating my dinner with my family outside, I looked out the door, and saw a cat.It's paw was bleeding, no... The cat actually lost a paw, and the joint where the paw was supposed to be was bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could start feeling sorry for the cat, something more caught my attention.The cat was digging the ground, for food perhaps. It was a tar road. There is no food there.Perhaps a cat like that do not have much intellect to know that there will be no food beneath the tar road.Yet the cat's will to live convicted me. Yes, the cat have less intellect. Yes, it was probably animal insticts.But, the conviction came when I recall the moments when I started giving up in life when I meet obstacles.It reminds me of the time when I indulged in self pity. I throw a whole pity party, as if the world revolves around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lame cat shamed me. It probably won't sound very grand, but this poem, is really written in honour of a cat.A lame cat. A lame cat that is probably more inspiring than 95% of earth's population."You" would refer to the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "There is more to life"&lt;br /&gt;I say, "Then show me what is life"&lt;br /&gt;Show me things you find&lt;br /&gt;Really,I don't want to be left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventures you tell - I do wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on my life - I start to ponder,&lt;br /&gt;If the highest high will be too high,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps like you said, "It is nigh, it is nigh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life's a bet,&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching my final chips,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the lame old cat,&lt;br /&gt;Really,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'm really reduced to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that life's a snare&lt;br /&gt;I can't even reach a tie&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever care&lt;br /&gt;Truly,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather try, or I'd rather die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, the lame old cat is bright&lt;br /&gt;It said, "Real life, is not yet out of sight&lt;br /&gt;O God, I am wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Now please,&lt;br /&gt;Make me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite not being made by me. I think this post is really meaningful ya? How often have we complained how tough life is. Guess we shouldn't really say that until we become like the lame cat. Figurative speaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Repost*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often have I looked down on people who are of lower status of me. The status which I look down are when they have lower intelligence more towards people with "Down Syndrome" or people who are so call gifted in an optimist way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how many times can we look at them and really say to ourselves, "I going to love them". This is one of the weakest area that I try my best to improve myself in. Having a cousin who has makes an opportunity but is still a hard task to be done. This struggle is overwhelming sometimes as I look at them that we need to love them as Jesus loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never imagine myself fathering one of them. The idea really scares me a lot. Yes praying about it and having faith on God can be one of the solution. But, is funny that if we think more about the idea, God might just decide to drop it on me since I have such experience before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, they are several things that I notice, they are rather the most easiest going people you can ever meet or speak to. They need not worry about their next meal or their studies and so on. I won't be surprise that they do know that their special but yet continue living their lives even without slightest worry and the fear of shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we often compare to people who of higher standard in terms of wealth, fame, talents and intelligence, we should be thankful that we have a sound mind or perfect body that we can use.&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the least thing that we do when we complain about our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the poem I read, a lame cat can shame us when we say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't do this anymore"&lt;br /&gt;"I quit... maybe someone might pity me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at that, when we have a perfect mind and body, complain that we cannot do this and that and we start making noise so that people may start having a pity on us. But truly, is that what we want? People to pity us? Or do you prefer that you don't have the problem that is in front of you? Or perhaps you want to have the ability or power to overcome the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, I rather have the ability to overcome my problem rather than complaining out loud to everyone. I have actually nothing about complaining problems as I have done to some people. But I would normally only confine to a single person rather than a lot of people. I never did like to tell the world my problems, it makes me look pitiful and that I need everyone to hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we really need to be pity in the end? Indulging in self-pity like a big scoop of ice cream, do we really want that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-2883545984615733694?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2883545984615733694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=2883545984615733694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/2883545984615733694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/2883545984615733694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/08/repost-by-surviving-lame-cat-by-joel.html' title='A Repost by Surviving Lame Cat By Joel Lee'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-7687822739796244486</id><published>2008-08-07T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T03:11:08.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Results'/><title type='text'>Results...</title><content type='html'>Okayyy.... I'll do a quickie update... since I have people rawring at me already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I got for this semester was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 B+, 1 B, 1 D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, no failure... Guess that's a win for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note to self, rant and pour out my anger on NOT going to Passion*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-7687822739796244486?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7687822739796244486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=7687822739796244486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/7687822739796244486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/7687822739796244486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/08/results.html' title='Results...'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-991756576063474135</id><published>2008-07-23T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:08:59.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Bit down...</title><content type='html'>Bit feeling a bit more than the usual downess lately. It's this feeling where I get left out in a few things and there just kinda makes me feel erm left out. Sometimes, I struggle with my inner thoughts and wonder why am I being left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I'm not really liked around."&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe they find me too far to contact."&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I'm no longer wanted?"&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I grew distant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This questions and statements tend to hound me whenever I feel left out. It's just sometimes I wonder why we even need friendships. As they tend to grow apart, as time take place. So far, I have yet to find one that really I mean really sticks to me and you know ask on how I am and catch-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm really alone sometimes and it's getting harder to deal with such things since the mind has a lot of more questions and possible answers. It's a pain to see friends going or hanging out with friends and you kinda watch from afar and wondered was it ever possible for me to be there with them and treated with like one of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if Grace felt it this way, but I know the ending for hers is a sad one. So how would I avoid such a end? It's always a pain to know that once the meeting or outing with friends is over, I feel that I probably will not have just great time with them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, it's after all this years of being alone and the feeling of being letdown too many times, that I became to always expect things to go downhill after a fun time? Maybe I am lack of attention that makes me feel this way. I'm rather tired and just wish I had some sort of emotional support that I can cling upon to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I approached the exams and holidays with a heavy spirit knowing full well that I just won't be called out or even given a proper motivation for the next exams. It's just maybe that I'm mentally and physically stressed out inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can place my hope in God, but honestly, I just don't feel like it. I think that doubt can play a role in such things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-991756576063474135?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/991756576063474135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=991756576063474135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/991756576063474135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/991756576063474135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/07/bit-down.html' title='Bit down...'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-522374661451816034</id><published>2008-07-08T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:50:54.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Losses'/><title type='text'>Grief...</title><content type='html'>Today a friend of mine lost of one his good friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Jason, a great friend who I come to know during our homeschool days. He lost a girl that he was interested in. I urged you all to visit his blog to give him words of encouragement and pray for his well being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His link is &lt;a href="http://wonderlandthatneverwas.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song I found very meaningful during these times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is called Held by Natalie Grant which introduce by Su Yen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iOufqWodFNo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iOufqWodFNo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-522374661451816034?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/522374661451816034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=522374661451816034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/522374661451816034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/522374661451816034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/07/grief.html' title='Grief...'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-6850769022453934065</id><published>2008-07-02T01:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:03:58.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Influencial friends...</title><content type='html'>Today, being uber hyped. I went crazy and spam at various blog I visit. And passing by this blog by the name of Paul Leong(boyboy), I saw a nice blog post about friends. And said to myself "Awww so nice picture and so much dust on his blog." XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yeah, *drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH CHU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/jonnychu89/My%20Pictures/jonchu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 388px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v503/jonnychu89/My%20Pictures/jonchu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is also the president of Life College... I mean the student council of Life College. Did I mention he also is a talented singer who has wrote Entangled the Musical and is currently helping out also in planning for our college camp and our college prom at the year end? Also he is talented pianist and chunted MASS COMM STUDENT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;First friend to ever hit an archive on MSN chat history.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First friend to ever plan a holiday (but never came true. LOL)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First friend to be uber spontaneous to go watch a movie. (I mean come on who else can yes to 1 night before the movie and go the very next day.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Likes to work and eat a LOT (OMG @@)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoys Crys cupcakes and J.CO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working on an album at err the age of 19? (None of circles of friend does that)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves to eat and has brought me to places that I can never imagined going there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my most impacting friends when it comes to my studies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tend to be repetitive in MSN and during coursework (Your chats if u know what i meant, now put that pitchfork down.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HAS a blog &lt;a href="http://jonchu89.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Pheebs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://p2.xanga.com/28/2b/282b14999ef3e4871c30a5ce5175a77016732108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 350px;" src="http://p2.xanga.com/28/2b/282b14999ef3e4871c30a5ce5175a77016732108.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;who is the uber smart girl from the CAVE!!! Is fun to hangout with if you stand her greatness and awesomeness. Still, she's fun to hangout with XD. And with great personality comes great erm erm BEAUTY XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay la she's from Gombak to those who can't guess...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She sings darn well (makes me pathetic cuz I really can't sing that well &gt;&lt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's smart!!! Always toping at every class. My dream is to be on par with her in terms of studies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's not single for those who wants to know...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Likes to play sudoku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my few friends who sleep before midnight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maintains a very healthy diet which amazes to this day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Likes MAMEE!!! (the junk food)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also a great motivator and impact to my studies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She also has a blog but rarely updated sadly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And next is Joel!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bPBQW-E7yI4/R5uLJ-JfQDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X3jpnopUAO0/S220/JanCongre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 219px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bPBQW-E7yI4/R5uLJ-JfQDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X3jpnopUAO0/S220/JanCongre.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;who is my ex- cell leader and a good friend in my spiritual life. Use to belong to Inti College University but has move on to University of New South Wales.  He has an almost perfect record on his studies with majority A and a few B+ in Electrical Engineering (@@)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Became my 2nd CG leader in CYZ.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was one of the youngest leader to ever get such a position.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Won the Astro Scholarship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaks about VERY deep stuff.  (We never did leave the CG unconfused before)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He likes to have a good debate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always sees error in himself even though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's very real about himself, he tells her how hard he strives to be do his QT (Quiet Time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asks what looks like to be simple questions yet are hard to explain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has encourage to be a better character and almost my spiritual life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He blog's &lt;a href="http://www.anotherwayoflookingatlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there we go I'm done. Even my mom is nagging about me blogging now @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-ZS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures are taken from their respective blogs. I DO not owed them for I shall fear people flamming me. Please do not attack the blogger with pitchforks and grass cutter and all other sharp objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/69548579909560519-6850769022453934065?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6850769022453934065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=6850769022453934065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/6850769022453934065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/6850769022453934065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/07/influencial-friends.html' title='Influencial friends...'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bPBQW-E7yI4/R5uLJ-JfQDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X3jpnopUAO0/s72-c/JanCongre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-7233486088978080886</id><published>2008-06-29T16:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:23:07.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DUMC'/><title type='text'>DUMC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PRESENTING D.U.M.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MCT0clSc_NU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MCT0clSc_NU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Sanctuary on 2nd September, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SGdDM_a3v_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/-_Fv4aBwRJo/s1600-h/DC-main-sanctuary-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 537px; height: 338px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SGdDM_a3v_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/-_Fv4aBwRJo/s400/DC-main-sanctuary-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217212583793639410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh had this urged to promote my church... Cheers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-ZS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-7233486088978080886?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7233486088978080886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=7233486088978080886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/7233486088978080886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/7233486088978080886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/06/dumc.html' title='DUMC'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SGdDM_a3v_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/-_Fv4aBwRJo/s72-c/DC-main-sanctuary-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-6696341028369908071</id><published>2008-06-15T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:49:01.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIX'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Negima'/><title type='text'>I live???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After having a constant nagging on the back on my head to update. I finally sat down and start doing a post again. Actually, I have lots to write about. I'm just lazy to organize them properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been eating up my time? Well, I been spending rather a lot of time of playing games and reading a manga. So yeah for the last few weeks, I been doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been actually playing back FFIX. For those who don't know what it is. It's consider as one of the most popular RPG (Role Playing Games) series. For those who like to read it more, can do also at wikipedia. I actually got addicted to it since this is only one I haven't finish yet. That and counting FFX-2 and FFXII (I know I'm slow =.=). So yeah, that took plenty of my time, since I was playing on my laptop via an emulator program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also the manga that I was hooked on to was "Mahou Sensei Negima" by Ken Akamatsu. The author previous work was the famous "Love Hina" (to help those who just can't remember). Well, "Love Hina" is actually one the manga that is rather "ecchi" (Jap term for naughty or perv). However, there is no XXX or whatever scenes like that. It's just things that are like up skirt or crashing into the woman's bath (with humorous ways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so great about of this manga, it's that  has plan like an entire universe. The story is opens with young boy by the name Negima who is magi or a mage send to a Japanese all-girl school to teach them for a year. Here's an overview from wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Overview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Negi_Springfield" title="Negi Springfield"&gt;Negi Springfield&lt;/a&gt; is a ten year old wizard from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wales" title="Wales"&gt;Wales&lt;/a&gt;, who dreams of becoming a Magister Magi (Approximate Latin translation: "Master Mage"), a special wizard who uses his powers to help normal people using covers such as working for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Non-governmental_organization" title="Non-governmental organization"&gt;NGOs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;Negi's reason for becoming a Magister Magi is to find his father, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Characters_of_Negima#Nagi_and_his_comrades_.28The_Red_Wing.29" title="Characters of Negima"&gt;Nagi Springfield&lt;/a&gt;, the legendary mage also known as the "Thousand Master" who many believe to be dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;After graduating from the Merdiana Magic Academy in Wales, Negi is given a duty as a cover in the real world, and training, before he actually becomes a Magister Magi. That duty is to become an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/English_language" title="English language"&gt;English&lt;/a&gt; teacher at Mahora Academy in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japan" title="Japan"&gt;Japan&lt;/a&gt;. The task will not be easy, however, as Negi will become a teacher to a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Middle_School" class="mw-redirect" title="Middle School"&gt;Middle School&lt;/a&gt; class of 31 older girls, each very special in her own way. The series details his time and adventures in Japan as he gains acceptance and respect from his students, helps them in their problems, and faces magical threats from inside and outside Mahora Academy. His main relationship is with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asuna_Kagurazaka" title="Asuna Kagurazaka"&gt;Asuna Kagurazaka&lt;/a&gt;, his student and roommate, who dislikes him initially but later accepts him as a friend and becomes his partner, helping find clues about his father and his life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;The series, while initially appearing to be another &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bish%C5%8Djo" title="Bishōjo"&gt;bishōjo&lt;/a&gt; work like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_Hina" title="Love Hina"&gt;Love Hina&lt;/a&gt;, has progressed into a mix of bishōjo, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sh%C5%8Dnen" title="Shōnen"&gt;shōnen&lt;/a&gt; action, fantasy, horror, romance and comedy. Akamatsu stated that he specifically wanted to do something "different" than Love Hina. Negi himself is prepubescent, and many of his scenes with Asuna are specific subversions of the "awkward romantic scene" tendency of bishōjo manga, quickly diffused and only played for laughs. In addition, many of the girls are able to fawn over him in a childish sense without any romantic expectations from the reader.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;In keeping with this style, Negi himself is seen as a contrast to Love Hina's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Characters_in_Love_Hina#Keitaro_Urashima" class="mw-redirect" title="Characters in Love Hina"&gt;Keitaro&lt;/a&gt; and other typical male leads of bishōjo manga. He is hardworking, capable, and treated kindly, but due to his appearance and age (well below most of his students), he feels completely non-threatening and finds it difficult to be taken seriously as a teacher; many of his students treat him as a cute little kid, if not a playmate.&lt;/p&gt;What I enjoy about the series is that, Ken has planned out all 31 girl's character and their own personalities. I have to admit that even it is hard to go over 5 sometimes. The action is also well done, as when I was reading the first arc final battle I was taken at how huge the scale of the battle is. Also this is one of his longest work ever done, as it is now only the second arc of the storyline. Currently it is now at chapter 216 and so far show no signs of it ending yet. You can read them for free at www.onemanga.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend reading it when you have the time, since it can get you really hooked on it. Anyway that's all for now. Still lots to write, hopefully will done soon. Ciaoz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-ZS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-6696341028369908071?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6696341028369908071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=6696341028369908071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/6696341028369908071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/6696341028369908071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-live.html' title='I live???'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-702760440553687366</id><published>2008-05-27T01:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:02:51.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Don't you ever wonder why this blog has rarely have sort of emo entries? I can tell you why. This is because the author tends to think about this in his head rather than letting it all out. At times, he doesn't say because he either nowhere near a pen and paper to write or he's just bottled it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Why does the author bottled up his emotions? This is because he grew up learning to keep things inside. Is kinda like a reflex muscle or an automatic action he does to himself. The answer is simple: he grew up alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He didn't had a sibling to talk to much. He has only a "sister" who isn't his a biological one yet has to call her one. She's hard to talk to sometimes as she is ten years older and at times hard to talk to. Parents can't always relate to you the best answers. He didn't really trust in God and he didn't talk to Him often. Only offering mechanical prayer at times of needs. He envies people who has a great relationship with their siblings even though he knows sometimes they can be a pain. But yet, he yearns for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He grew weary about his friends. Wondering or not, is he really a person they want to pick around with? The author feels that another cycle is approaching. The same cycle he went through last year. He tries not to think about it, but yet his hearts is constantly being stabbed. As he types this out, he wonders how some of his friends didn't fulfilled their promises to him. That being said, he wonders again how some of his school friends have started to shun him away. Or maybe it was because he was not that important anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   At times he wonders whether or not, to simply just remain bottled up as usual. Somehow, he has survive this long years by putting it all up within him. Can he carry up with his life he wonders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   How he yearns for a good friend that can always be there at times. He thinks he has one but he isn't sure anymore. How he longs also for a sibling that looks up to him at times. But will he ever get one? Will he receive such attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He tried to find peace by reading the poem he put in his blog. Yet, he doesn't feel any better. He seeks songs that will lift him up. He finds the correct song but doesn't want to listen to it in fear of crying over a silly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the end, he just wants a friend who is there all the time...&lt;br /&gt;A sibling that looks up to him and enjoys being in the company of him.&lt;br /&gt;He years for companionship.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how Yeow Zim Sen feels tonight...&lt;br /&gt;In all,&lt;br /&gt;he's tired of everything...&lt;br /&gt;He needs someone that will help him out at times like these...&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/69548579909560519-702760440553687366?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/702760440553687366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=702760440553687366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/702760440553687366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/702760440553687366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/05/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-3653762521096400530</id><published>2008-05-25T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:59:26.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Notice!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notice from the National Bank of Lala Land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Mr Yeow Zim Sen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                    We have noticed you have an outstanding account of not sleeping which has yet not been payed in full. We sincerely hope that you will clear out your debts with us as soon as you can. If nothing will is done, this blog is therefore deleted and your sleeps will be unpleasant.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you and regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secretary of National Bank of Lala Land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tarnia Tionne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-3653762521096400530?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3653762521096400530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=3653762521096400530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/3653762521096400530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/3653762521096400530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/05/notice.html' title='Notice!!!'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-7091980274970404106</id><published>2008-05-17T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:48:44.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Of random chatter and other random stuff</title><content type='html'>All right all right, I admit to being super lazy to blog. Heck, even the food review is done. Is just that, it's way too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only decided to do it like on Monday when I was returning from Ipoh. Argh, I dunno should I post it or not. This week has been quite hectic. I mean I feel so not productive at all, wasting my time playing games, going out (almost everyday). I only manage to watch the Forbidden Kingdom, in which is only one, when there's other movies like Iron Man, Speed Racer, Prince Caspian, and the upcoming Indiana Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man, I feel so lost or rather wasted. ARGH, actually maybe I should just blog later. I just don't have the mood to do one. So I shall leave you all with just a random comic strip I saw the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SC7vqnFkhEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UTBk655DLVQ/s1600-h/RE420Cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SC7vqnFkhEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UTBk655DLVQ/s400/RE420Cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201358134985393218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't read it just click on it and don't be lazy. RAWRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-7091980274970404106?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7091980274970404106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=7091980274970404106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/7091980274970404106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/7091980274970404106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-random-chatter-and-other-random.html' title='Of random chatter and other random stuff'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SC7vqnFkhEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UTBk655DLVQ/s72-c/RE420Cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-5055323945282980608</id><published>2008-05-08T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T02:09:03.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Washed, Wax, Vacummed</title><content type='html'>In the light of Jon's attack of tags (which this writer manages to escape) I will update. Or not he will throw something sharp at my general direction (sorry Jon, couldn't resist...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay about the reviews. Erm how to say about it? I rather just pick one of the following categories I mention in the last post and just write one. I will write one review every Sunday which means I owe 1 review. I will probably write both of them this coming weekend when I'm outstation. It's interesting how free you all when you have no freakin internet over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's my life been? Hmmm.... Generally it's been all right. I not so stress up like two good friends. I don't know is it personality wise or I don't feel the stress. Oh well, maybe it's just me. So what's left for this semester? Two more presentations, two individual assignments and also one more group assignment. And there's always them tutorials I need to do for Business Statistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my spiritual life, I have to really admit that I haven't actually touched my devotion book for uber long. I find myself really struggling to really sit down, quieten myself and do some devotion.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's rather it, I actually want to go further about certain things. But I rather not, since I don't really find myself in the mood. So till then... Ciaoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-5055323945282980608?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5055323945282980608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=5055323945282980608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/5055323945282980608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/5055323945282980608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/05/washed-wax-vacummed.html' title='Washed, Wax, Vacummed'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-5304295950219391305</id><published>2008-04-29T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:40:38.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Reviews...</title><content type='html'>In a hope that I might someday enter the Hailer. I actually hope to write some reviews. Reviews on things like music, games, books, movies and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I be posting a poll to see which item would like to be reviewed. Of cause, you may submit a product to me for a review. But only if I roughly know about the item. So yeah, I will try to review every once a week an item that would be the highest poll results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also to keep my blog updated and thus making me a more busy person in the blog. Of course there would be still the updates on my life every now and then. Here's a short update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life at college has becoming more work recently. With an individual and a group assignment for most of the subjects I'm taking, I can foresee a long journey ahead of me. But surprisingly, I do not actually feel the pressure yet. I somehow know that I will finish everything that has been given to me. Hmmm... Perhaps I'm overconfident? Or maybe I really know how to time myself? Guess I will find out in the coming weeks ahead of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's pretty much to blog today. I get the review thing up soon. The reviews will be edited by my great friend Jonathan Chu (if he has the time). Well till then folks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-5304295950219391305?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5304295950219391305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=5304295950219391305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/5304295950219391305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/5304295950219391305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/04/reviews.html' title='Reviews...'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-772006377458933430</id><published>2008-04-21T22:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:04:43.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I'm back after a long long break from not blogging. So what's been in my life? At college, the "honeymoon" time has finally end and the assignments are been send into my life at college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My social life has been the same. Not much change, still with the crazy people almost everyday. Either going to expensive places to eat until we are so afraid to eat there for now or planning for things to do but never come through because of various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, was the first time in this year, that I didn't go to my campus youth zone simply because of laziness. So there, I confessed, I was out with some friends playing COD4 again. I also had like the entire weekend off to myself. Hahahahaha.... My parents was away at Thailand on their business trip. So I had the entire house to myself. But being a good son, I didn't throw any party. And I also still did my chores. Am so proud of myself. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also rearrange my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SAyk1lvMaUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SdkIAwdgXys/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SAyk1lvMaUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SdkIAwdgXys/s400/DSC00440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191705711021418818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So neat right now? So where did all my stuff on the table when? It went here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SAynJlvMaVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/clxoc7gD_zQ/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SAynJlvMaVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/clxoc7gD_zQ/s400/DSC00441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191708253642058066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All that mess... used to belong to the table up there. Well at least now I have a work table in my own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I shall end here. I was just stabbed in me heart. Ahhhhhhhhhhh..... No camera for me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Edited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm back... after playing Generals I feel better. So what did I move exactly? Here's what I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SA2uITSHJPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IM9n9wH3hmk/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SA2uITSHJPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IM9n9wH3hmk/s400/DSC00446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191997403066475762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I swapped the writing table and the display table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It took me quite some time to move it around. The display case was very heavy and had to use lots of strength and balance to move it. Since I got so many things being display. Well that's rather it. I think I best start using back the old camera, pictures are not that clear anymore. RAWR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S My grammar is really getting bad. A lot of wrong grammar. Too much IM talking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/69548579909560519-772006377458933430?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/772006377458933430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=772006377458933430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/772006377458933430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/772006377458933430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/SAyk1lvMaUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SdkIAwdgXys/s72-c/DSC00440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-8899005393976370209</id><published>2008-04-01T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:18:23.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April Fool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>April Fool</title><content type='html'>As the title says, it was April Fool's Day. I woke up to the sound of my hand phone message tone "Heroes Title". So this is what she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"After tis u pls dnt msg or cal me.. I think its better 4 us 2 stop our frenship.. I'm so sori 4 tis, bt u really hurt me.. Thanx.. Thanx so much.. Thanx 4 everything! Its all over nw.. Gud bye!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yes I know it has a lot of typo error but what do you expect from a sms? Now being just awoken. I stupidly sms her back knowing well what I just read. In my head, April Fool was the last thing that occur to me. She spent back a very simple message asking me to read the whole thing again. And lo and behold, the final part of the message says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Can u tel me which movie is tiz dialogue frm? Hahaha, Scared edi?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  At that moment I was like OMG I got pranked first thing in the morning. But the day didn't end with just that one. Later after business statistics class, having played a few rounds of chor dai dee. Pheebs said that why nobody didn't prank anyone at all? So MARWAN, came to the rescue and propose a prank on someone. I immediately slapped the idea of Mr President AKA Jon Chu's car. I propose the idea that Jon Chu's car had a hit and run case in which his car's back was totally wrecked. Just picture a Proton Saga which back was hit at like 90KPH and there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list of who were involved:&lt;br /&gt;1) Marwan - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Actor, his dramatic appearance to the class with bad news for Jon Chu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2) Paul &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- The Crafty Accomplice who increases Jon Chu's fear&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3) Phoebe - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Producer of it all, without her there won't be a prank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Su Yen - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Photographer, her video taping skills is one of the key elements to make this prank a successful memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Me!!! - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who gave the idea who to prank and details on what to prank.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6) Jon Chu - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The victim who we Punk'D. Without your cooperation this can never happen. Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MsKQRAlDhqk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MsKQRAlDhqk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The VIDEO IS UPLOADED. WOOT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did another prank with someone just now. I admit I was being very spontaneous the whole way until the end. Here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZS: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;tmw I fool you  la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chibi Bubu: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;eh..cannot..today only..1st of  april..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZS: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;can la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chibi Bubu: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;cannnot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZS: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;I say can... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;planning with  marwan now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chibi Bubu: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;i say cannot... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;no...stop tht..cannot means  cannot eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZS: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;can can  can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chibi Bubu: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;cannot cannot cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZS: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;can can  can... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;I ask jon to  help aso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chibi Bubu: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;cannot cannot  cannot..eh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;like planning big project like  tht..so many ppl... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;no cannot... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;i kena fooled 4 times today  la... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;cannot... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;kesian enough dy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZS: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;aww u poor  thing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;it's okay... we plan urs tmw now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chibi Bubu: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;what are friends for??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZS: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;u really dont  want me to answer that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;cuz i will give  a long long long answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chibi Bubu: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;hmm...wellz//then is ok  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZS: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;so done... we finish planning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chibi Bubu: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;are u serious? pls dun do thIs  to me... PLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZS: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;what time ur  class ar tmw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chibi Bubu: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;eh..not going to tell  u..hahaha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;o..i dun have class  tmr..nene... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZS: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;i know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;the whole  idea... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;was that YOU  thought that I would prank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chibi Bubu: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;omg.................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ZS: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;HAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chibi Bubu: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;emmm.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;u terrible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ZS: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;hahaha actually  I didnt know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;it was all spontaneous talking... so real right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chibi Bubu:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt; gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So here's to the end of April Fools Day. I know I still haven't blog about last week. But what the heck this was way much more fun. Cheers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);font-family:Dotum;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-8899005393976370209?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8899005393976370209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=8899005393976370209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/8899005393976370209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/8899005393976370209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fool.html' title='April Fool'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-3240890504864692945</id><published>2008-03-18T22:29:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:38:53.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Of Cheesecakes and Birthday Wishes....</title><content type='html'>So yes, the author of this blog has turned TWENTY!!! So what can I say about it? Nothing much has happen today though. Just spend the hours raking kills in COD4 in the nearby local CC. I did however ate at Chilis on Sunday night and cut me cake yesterday. So here's what I ate at Chilis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/R9_TkUFS9EI/AAAAAAAAADo/DBnTZuN_RZg/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/R9_TkUFS9EI/AAAAAAAAADo/DBnTZuN_RZg/s320/DSC00395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179090717319033922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Grill Lamb... I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I simply adored the mashed potato. It's totally different compare to KFC's one. The sauce was creamy and all. The meat was not too bad. It was cook rare I think. Since there were some blood but still enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/R9_WR0FS9FI/AAAAAAAAADw/1QnfN613ZmU/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/R9_WR0FS9FI/AAAAAAAAADw/1QnfN613ZmU/s320/DSC00401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179093698026337362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had a cheesecake for my birthday. The cheese is very rich. The strawberries were very sour. But hey, a cake is a cake. Still I was hoping for a Secret Recipe Blueberry Cheesecake. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well here's a list of people who wished me today. Those who do, I am so happy that you all bothered to waste 5 minutes of your time to do it. This is in order who wished me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pre-U CG (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They surprised me during CG and then drag me to Williams&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2) Gal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(We both wished each other one day before it for fun.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Eric Wen&lt;br /&gt;4) Lizzie&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (The first to wish me at 12:15 am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Sze Keong&lt;br /&gt;6) Trisha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(First sms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Pris&lt;br /&gt;8) Munn Sing&lt;br /&gt;9) Su Yen&lt;br /&gt;10) Jonat Chu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The joker who sms me at freaking 3am in the morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Jason Liew&lt;br /&gt;12) Ezreena&lt;br /&gt;13) May Choo&lt;br /&gt;13) Paul Leong&lt;br /&gt;14) Sze Ming&lt;br /&gt;15) Joshua San &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(First backward message I ever get :S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Vin Sie&lt;br /&gt;17) Choon Sam&lt;br /&gt;18) Jia Yi&lt;br /&gt;19) En Ai&lt;br /&gt;20) Rachel Soon&lt;br /&gt;21) Joyce Oo&lt;br /&gt;22) Shaun Lim&lt;br /&gt;23) Ben Micheal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/03/08&lt;br /&gt;1) Marwan&lt;br /&gt;2) Phoebe Kim&lt;br /&gt;3) Donna Tan&lt;br /&gt;4) Christine Tan&lt;br /&gt;5) Eunice Lam&lt;br /&gt;6) Gavan Chua&lt;br /&gt;7) Eunice Peh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/03/08&lt;br /&gt;1) Crystal Cha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/03/08&lt;br /&gt;1) Rachel Quah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(wanted to wish me 10-day belated birthday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30/03/08&lt;br /&gt;1) Pam Lyn&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now. I will keep it update. But those who did wish me the first day. I will indeed bless you all with something. Now.... Onward to SINGAPORE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Edited**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post tmw. I think I still prefer the one week one post style for me. If there is something interesting I may post more. And oh yeah, if your names aren't on the list, that means I forgot and you can kindly tell me that I forgot and put it back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/69548579909560519-3240890504864692945?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3240890504864692945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=3240890504864692945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/3240890504864692945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/3240890504864692945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/03/of-cheesecakes-and-birthday-wishes.html' title='Of Cheesecakes and Birthday Wishes....'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/R9_TkUFS9EI/AAAAAAAAADo/DBnTZuN_RZg/s72-c/DSC00395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-212354704092487125</id><published>2008-03-16T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:55:41.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Delay...</title><content type='html'>I blog tmw k? I just want to enjoy what's left of March 16th doing other purposeful stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till then enjoy a picture of Hiro in cat-form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/R900qkFS9DI/AAAAAAAAADg/iFmlVC9-lu4/s1600-h/BlackBearHiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/R900qkFS9DI/AAAAAAAAADg/iFmlVC9-lu4/s320/BlackBearHiro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178353052390978610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-ZS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-212354704092487125?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/212354704092487125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=212354704092487125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/212354704092487125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/212354704092487125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/03/delay.html' title='Delay...'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/R900qkFS9DI/AAAAAAAAADg/iFmlVC9-lu4/s72-c/BlackBearHiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-3674495409282597383</id><published>2008-02-26T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:06:53.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Yes, tagged again by Jon Chu. Gosh you know exams are like coming soon, so can we lay off the tags? If Pheebs does the next tag, I do mine deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;List out 5 presents you wish for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A new desktop computer with all the new stuff in it. Stuff like the latest graphic card, a huge amount of disk space, great processor and a nice new LCD screen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A new camera. Not aiming for them pro cameras. But I would like a nice slim one where it can just slip into my pocket. Something from Nikon or Sony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A chance to be on the Amazing Race Asia. I know that's far off but hey I would love to do it. It be cool. I book you JON!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The PS3... I know it's out and the games are expensive. But but, the games are so freakin clear. I want to play MGS4 on it. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A scholarship to a Uni in America. I need one to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Person Who Tagged You Is:&lt;/span&gt; PIG TAKE EGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your 5 impressions of him/her was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outgoing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarcastic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food Fanatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most memorable thing he/she has done/given to you:&lt;/span&gt; The daily crazy stuff we talk everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most memorable thing he/she has said to you: &lt;/span&gt;RAWR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, you will: &lt;/span&gt;Him and me? Nah, we will end up hating each other :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;/span&gt; As mention above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 people you want to tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Erm erm. Rachel Soon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuz you blog very often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pheebs the Kimster &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm also stressing it now. UPDATE THE BLOG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dexter Tang&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Galriad Tan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christine Tan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Next is them boring questions. The Attack of The Boring Questions!!! RAWR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is no. 3 having a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. Nobody gua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is no. 5 having a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think nobody gua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no. 2 and no. 3 get together, will it be a good thing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope never, unless no.2 breaks up with her current bf and can stand his sarcasm and and and... I will end right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What about no. 4 and no. 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same surname. LOL. Nah I don't know. It be weird though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is no. 3 studying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh business in Monash. Forgot what was the major&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you chatted with no. 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week for the supposed movie trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does no. 4 work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have any cousin in his/her school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are cousins!!! Same birthday mah. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you be with no. 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm gosh so tricky. I guess no la. But life has it's way to slap you when you least expect it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How about no. 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Maybe not. Time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does no. 2 have any siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did you get to know no.2 and no. 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 2 - Pheebs the Kimster - College&lt;br /&gt;No. 4 - Galriad Tan - College and same birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where does no. 1 live at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in her house in USJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is no. 5 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're sexy, Kisstine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I'm done. Now drop it for the time being. RAWR!!!! So are we still catching that movie? Lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-3674495409282597383?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3674495409282597383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=3674495409282597383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/3674495409282597383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/3674495409282597383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-449799020305001549</id><published>2008-02-26T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T01:07:54.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrated'/><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>Bah, I lost my COD4 profile today. No thanks to great coms in FTZ. Never will I ever touch com 79. Grrr... Much as I don't like to blog about negative and unhappy stuff. But I just had to blow steam somewhere. Two days of game play gone the drain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-449799020305001549?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/449799020305001549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=449799020305001549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/449799020305001549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/449799020305001549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/02/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-1164784386680810711</id><published>2008-02-14T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T00:59:37.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeboys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing Race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine Day'/><title type='text'>V-Day</title><content type='html'>Well it's that day again, where couples go out and court. I never did find it a special day though, reason it's because I never had relationship with anyone. Well not that I have problems with getting one. It's just that I don't really see the point of getting one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know lots of friends who are either supporting me or telling me the other around. They have a good reasons some of them. But for me, getting into a relationship is really a serious thing. For me, I don't like to play around in a relationship. I rather have a serious one and continue that one until the day of marriage comes. But not everyone like me look at V-day as positive one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an interesting article I found some days ago. It's about Taiwan's Home Boys:&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AIPEI, Taiwan - In colorful masks and black T-shirts with anti-women slogans, dozens of young men paraded through an upscale Taipei shopping center one night in December, yelling at startled couples, "Lovers, go to hell."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It was a rare moment of public exposure for Taiwan's "home boys," single young men who spend evenings cloistered at home, playing online computer games, reading fantasy comic books and complaining in Internet chat rooms about women.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "You don't have to be sad if you don't have a date," said college student Lu Yung-ping, 24. "We can huddle together and have fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Japan, Hong Kong and the fast-growing areas of coastal China all have their own versions of home boys. They use the Internet to construct an alternate reality, where fantasy characters and digital games trump domestic responsibilities and the formation of relationships.                         &lt;!-- END topix links --&gt;                      &lt;!-- END rail --&gt;                       &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Parents find the trend worrisome, and it has become a hot topic in Taiwan's news media. Talk shows and magazines attribute it to a desire to remain in the comfort of the parental home rather than go out into the uncertain world of raising families and paying mortgages.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; There are no reliable estimates of their numbers, though home boys far outnumber home girls, because males tend to spend far more time with online games.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sociologists say the home boys' obsession with computers inhibits their ability to conduct normal personal relations, including dating - a concern at a time when young Taiwanese are delaying marriage and the fertility rate has fallen to 1.2 children per woman, down from 3.2 in 1971.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The home boys tend to be self-centered, less caring for others and incapable of problem-solving, said sociology professor Hsueh Cheng-tai of Taipei's National Taiwan University.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Many 30-year-olds still have the mentality of children who want to rely on their parents' care and financial support," he said. "They're not ready to get married and fulfill family duties."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's not so much that they hate women, the young men say; it's that women ignore, reject or betray them. And rather than pining away, they prefer to gather electronically with fellow sufferers and ease their hurts by talking about anything except love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "The more a nice guy tries to act positively, the more he gets turned away," wrote one man, who identified himself as Hsuan, in a popular anti-couple chat room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Many of the chat room denizens reject the idea that they are socially awkward, blaming their lack of domestic compatibility on women.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Said one who identified himself only as Klowa: "More so than politicians, women are swindlers among swindlers. They will cheat you of your money and time, or worse, steal from several men at the same time."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Not all computer addicts are so pessimistic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Lin Wei-ting, a chemistry major at Hsinchu's National Tsing Hua University, describes himself as a "positive home boy."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  "Comic books can stimulate our thinking," he said. "They can better prepare us for dating, marriage and career building."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I find that rather stupid. Just because you got pushed away from a girl doesn't mean that is the end of your social life with them. I mean, look at me. I don't go telling how a pain girls publicly in chat rooms. If I had a rift with a girl, I will confine to myself. And yes, I have been hurt before by a girl but I got over it and I still enjoy chatting with a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, if all girls like mention above, then you are stereotyping them. Just because one girl ticks you off doesn't mean that all of them are like it. You want to know a tip? Be like Jacob from the Bible. Hang around the well. Now don't literally hang around the well. I'm talking about your spiritual well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the spiritual well? Well it's your church of course. At church, there are many to look at. Also, if you both are Christians, then you are both equally yoke. Imagine if your a Christian and she's a non-believer. What will happen there? Of course there are sometimes she ends up as a Christian but no, it doesn't always happen. It's like you are a higher chair and she's below you. Eventually, gravity will pull you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's rather important that you are both equally yoke. All in all, I have nothing about relationships.  But please, don't be like those home boys. And yeah, sorry if I overused girls. I'm a guy after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note congratulations to Colin and Adrian who won the Amazing Race Asia: Season 2. And congratulations to Vanessa and Pamela for coming in second. Also great jobs to Marc and Ravilsor who got 3rd place and gave lots of funny moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-1164784386680810711?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1164784386680810711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=1164784386680810711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/1164784386680810711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/1164784386680810711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/02/v-day.html' title='V-Day'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-5635392387436637535</id><published>2008-02-04T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:35:31.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Got tagged By JonBoy</title><content type='html'>Let's see here, *whips up a paper* please type out 8 random facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I did this, and now I need to do it again. Thanks a lot Ah Chu. Really appreciate the early Chinese New Year give away present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I love Blue M&amp;amp;Ms (*This is not plagiarism, I started the idea not you Ah Chu*)&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm the youngest security in my church ministry.&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm into COD4.&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm behind my QT. Blarghhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm emo now because of a certain conversation.&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm tired after playing 3 hours non stop COD4&lt;br /&gt;7) I want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;8) I want to shoot JonChu for leaving me this tag. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see *whips up the same paper* "who do you want to tag?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I don't really care since nobody leaves a comment anymore accept for you Jon. So yeah, nobody says comes around here. And nobody knows I keep this blog updated anymore. So brings back to the question why should I tag? SO SCREW THE WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while I go take some Blue M&amp;amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-5635392387436637535?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5635392387436637535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=5635392387436637535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/5635392387436637535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/5635392387436637535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/02/got-tagged-by-jonboy.html' title='Got tagged By JonBoy'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-9079775356869918910</id><published>2008-02-03T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:48:22.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>This year... Coming again</title><content type='html'>And here we are at another year of CNY fast approaching me from the front. Well I don't find that interesting anymore. Maybe it's because I spend one week without internet in Ipoh. Gosh, it's so frustrating not to have the internet. It's like a freaking limb tore of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The only thing that is stopping from enjoying my one week of paralysis is two draft copy I need to do for my Intro to Business and Information System which tomorrow would be devoted entirely to it since I spend my night keeping ass in COD4 at a local cybercafe. Dang what an addictive game, too bad I had to go before the night strikes midnight but that's life for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On a surprise note, I have my first angpau already!!!!!! And the color is.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/R6ScDC--juI/AAAAAAAAADY/zQmKnm2d3yE/s1600-h/MalaysiaP44-100Ringgit-%281999%29-donatedth_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/R6ScDC--juI/AAAAAAAAADY/zQmKnm2d3yE/s320/MalaysiaP44-100Ringgit-%281999%29-donatedth_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162422649027989218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    PURPLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this is not the original one that I have, I'm just lazy to snap a picture. Now at your leave my readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-ZS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/69548579909560519-9079775356869918910?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/9079775356869918910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=9079775356869918910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/9079775356869918910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/9079775356869918910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-year-coming-again.html' title='This year... Coming again'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/R6ScDC--juI/AAAAAAAAADY/zQmKnm2d3yE/s72-c/MalaysiaP44-100Ringgit-%281999%29-donatedth_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-5876196804719334133</id><published>2008-01-21T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:52:22.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>I'm alive?</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm still alive. Well it's a brand new year. I do have mix feelings about it. Starting a new year again. As I began to reflect, I realize my 2007 year was really a year of transaction. I moved on to my college years and began to realize how different live is outside the four corners of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My journey is rather been a huge roller coaster ride. I had like three major events where my life like hit right to the bottom. First of all would be my rub in with my peers, something I didn't expect. Then my accident with a motorcyclist, wonder what happen to him. Also losing my w880i phone, totally unexpected. Ending with losing a RM20,000 cash cheque at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Even though I had hard times. I still had some great moments in the year. Things like Pre-U Getaway, moving into DC, getting involved in the security minister, getting past the year safely. Yeah, guess I'm should be thankful how the last year was a hard but a good year in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seen a lot of changes everywhere, including me. Changes such as friends, places, my look on life. How I strive to better person for myself, and the people around me. Well,who would have thought my 19 year in my life would be so eventful. Oh well, to greater things ahead. Cheers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay Jon, now you can lay off those blue m&amp;amp;ms, since I updated it already. Now go bother Pheebs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-5876196804719334133?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5876196804719334133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=5876196804719334133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/5876196804719334133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/5876196804719334133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive?'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-7806118032512620199</id><published>2008-01-02T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:53:51.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Hard Drive</title><content type='html'>The blogger is deeply saddened by the tragic lost of his pictures, music,  videos and personal documents again. But it's a new year, so it started with a new hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If you any of you who read this, please assist the blogger with whatever photos you have of the blogger. For music, please inquire with the blogger on what he wants. Help is deeply appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-7806118032512620199?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7806118032512620199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=7806118032512620199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/7806118032512620199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/7806118032512620199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-hard-drive.html' title='New Year, New Hard Drive'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-7476132532609877977</id><published>2007-12-10T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:55:51.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Well finally, my church's Christmas musical production is done. It was titled "Lost". I was blessed with the opportunity to help in the musical. The other people who also helped out in were Joel, Elaine, Hsien U, Dexter, Sophia, Priscilla, Jeremy and Shang Sheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Our role was to carry the candle when Juwita and Patrick Leong sang "Silent Night". Actually I was quite nervous the first time because we didn't really practice much at there some last minute changes. Well in all, I manage to do well for 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The play went through well, there were no errors or mistakes I could spot. Actually to my surprise, I found out that I had some friends also performing in the musical. First is Hocks, my ex-cg leader who was playing the saxophone!!! Then Eunice, 1 of the 4 violinist. Michael, my sifu drummer was playing the drums. Kar Men and Lydia, both dancers for the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My mom was involved in the play, since she was a former hairstylist she was doing the hair for most of the actors and dancers. From there, I gain backstage access to talk to some of the actors and dancers. She even did Patrick Leong and Juwita Suwito's hair. That is like a bonus since I get to talk to an artist which I haven't yet to do so (Planetshakers don't count.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, the play opens with 4 carols sang by the choir. After the 4 carols, Juwita and Patrick will both sing a duet of "Silent Night". Then we are introduce into main character who is a shepherd who has the staff of King David when he had it as a shepherd. As he is about to leave to care for his flock, his sos begs him to tell him a story about King David. He sits down and began telling story about how King David use his staff to ward off lions and bears. He continues on with the story about King David beats Goliath with a sling a stone. The story is told by a song by the kid's choir. It's rather cute with their actions with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The play then moves on to the shepherd meeting up with his two other friends who are both shepherds. As they talk, he tells them about a census regarding that everyone must return to their hometown so that the Romans can count how many Jews are there. One of the shepherds is amazed how the Romans plan to do that and he can't even count how many sheep he has. The shepherd with the King David's staff then brags how he know his sheep by their names and the sheep know who is their master. As he began to count, he notice one of his sheep missing. So, he goes out to look for the missing sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The next scene shows, the lost sheep being dance by one of the dancers. The dance was really good I must say. The way she portrays a lost sheep was rather impressive. As she dances around the prop lake, she falls into it. Then the shepherd comes running to help her. As he struggles with only one hand, he realize he must throw away his staff in order to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He then returns back to his friend, exhausted and weary. As he sits down to rest, he tells what happen to his friends and they all scold him for throwing away the staff for just a lamb. Patrick comes in to perform his song which I forgot. After this, Ps. Daniel comes in to share the Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the word, the play continues with the shepherd seeing the angel of the Lord. Telling them the Messiah is born in the town of Bethlehem. The choir then sings a song which I forgot. The shepherds then move on to Bethlehem. There they find the baby Jesus (although not shown). After that, the dancers did hip-hop dance and Juwita sings another song. Then the play ends with an altar call by Ps. Daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's a long update. I'm rather lazy to go to in details the last part since it's really long and I plan to move on the another update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-7476132532609877977?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7476132532609877977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=7476132532609877977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/7476132532609877977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/7476132532609877977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2007/12/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-9211584547585480430</id><published>2007-12-08T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:58:15.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>Ah. Well yeah it's my fault for not updating. Er, my excuse will be erm, plain laziness. So yeah, that's my reason. You guys can start throwing stuff at me. *ducks head and run away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well, exam's are over. Wohoo.... I think I did great. English 102 was tough, but yeah I felt that I didn't stray from the essay question this time XD. Marketing Principles... I did good. Despite whatever people say about me. Whether my answers are too short or whatsoever. For Moral Studies, it was good. Can answer most of the questions. Bit surprise why Mr. Warren gives so funny questions. A lot of religion question which weren't in the syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Last week Friday night, my campus youth zone had a movie night. It was showing "Facing The Giants" which is really inspirational. Guys should check it out; it's about a football team that kept losing until the whole team turn like 180 degrees towards God. There were a lot of comical moments too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Honestly I was really inspired, that night when a friend talk to me about my Marketing Principles paper. He said my answer were too short. So after confirming with a few sources, I realize maybe I did bad. Then I think to myself, there's no really need to worry about it. Since everything is given by God. I just do my best and He will do the rest. So yeah, that wipe out my doubt immediately. Plus, I went in with the thought I will do well. Anyway, enough crapping for now. I will return sometime soon. Cheers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-9211584547585480430?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/9211584547585480430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=9211584547585480430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/9211584547585480430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/9211584547585480430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2007/12/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-6117487253580440766</id><published>2007-10-11T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:04:05.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>Bad bad chemicals...</title><content type='html'>My head hurts. I think there my mom applied too much dye color on my head. Now I got a good headache which makes me feel like sleeping now... Bah, too lazy to do assignments now. Gosh, my head hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-6117487253580440766?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6117487253580440766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=6117487253580440766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/6117487253580440766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/6117487253580440766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2007/10/bad-bad-chemicals.html' title='Bad bad chemicals...'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-1053938511245317069</id><published>2007-10-03T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:08:47.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CG'/><title type='text'>Hunger and Thrist</title><content type='html'>My heart raced as I journey back home after talking to Joel about this week's message. As I think on what he said, "We must always hunger and thirst for righteous." What does he really mean by that? It means that WE must get out of our so called "comfort zone". We must always keep hunger and thirst what we truly want. An example he gave me was that if you wanted a new phone, camera, game console or anything is not within your allowance or budget. What will you do then? Wait around for the things you want to drop on your head? No right? We will think of ways to get it. Ways such as working, saving your cash, and sacrificing the extra things that we use everyday. I believe most of us know ways to achieve that thing you want so badly.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;So in the spiritual terms, how is it different? Well, it's also in the same way, just that the goals are different. In some sense, it's to strive to be like the best person out there. Hard to achieve? Yes. It's like when we take upon the name Christian. What does that mean? Sure the textbox answer is that we are followers of Christ. BUT!!! What does it mean to be followers of Christ? Followers of Christ are people who WILL go to the ends of the world to preach the word of God. If you think ends of the world is far, then look around you. How many people are out there around you who are NOT Christian? So why do we do? We sit back and just wait for God to come and take us home? He might take you and he might not. But which is worse? Meeting Him in person and asking us who did we really reach out to. Or staying back and facing so many tribulations? So to hunger and thirst for righteousness, it’s a never ending striving. It's like can you be the most righteous man in the word? If you can, then you are most probably filled already. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Another example would be your grades. If you get an A or B or C or a Pass and you are okay with that, that is not striving, that is just being happy and where you are. If you aim to get like an A+, then that is a goal. But what if you cannot achieve that goal? Then just continue. Same like in a spiritual context. Do you dare to take the risk to be violated, beaten, look down upon, and be called names? I tell you the truths, if you can do that, then you are just like Jesus. I mean, suffer then suffer la. Jesus also suffered for us. Do not forget the humiliation that we have watched on Passion Of The Christ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;"Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, For they shall be filled" Matthew 5: 6&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ZS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-1053938511245317069?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1053938511245317069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=1053938511245317069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/1053938511245317069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/1053938511245317069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2007/10/hunger-and-thrist_03.html' title='Hunger and Thrist'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-4526846691146919439</id><published>2007-09-17T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:10:27.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Tagged By Lizzie</title><content type='html'>The rules laid out are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on Shuffle mode.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Write any comments you have after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag everyone who’s linked to your blog (those reading this entry included too!) and get them to tell you when they’ve done theirs, so you can both laugh at each other’s “misfortunes” or “coincidences”! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If someone says "is this okay?" you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Traverse Town by Yoko Shimomura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Ah well, actually this track is from the Kingdom Hearts Soundtrack. It's kinda of a lay back tune since it's played a place where there is no enemies.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Baby It's You(Remix) by Jojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Er well... guess I'm loyal when in comes to a relationship... Guess I can't forget someone who I liked despite moving on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your Name By The Hope Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Okay, er... guess she's gotta a person who likes music and a Christian?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Final Distance By Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Arrr...this song is kinda like an emo/love song which is not what I'm feeling now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marvelous Light By Derek Webb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(To be salty and lighty to the world. Heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I want By Fly To The Sky Feat. Kangta &amp;amp; BoA&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Can't find any translations of this song so my motto is "You can't go through live without someone annoyed or hating you")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On The Conveyor Belt By John Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(No comments.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Still Time(Piano Version) By Hidenori Tokuyama&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Totally not the right song. But oh well, guess I can say for my dad who is lay back and cool most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesus By Planetshakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(I like to say that it's true. But for the last few months I been straying away. I guess it's a sign...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Great Is The Lord By Planetshakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Best friend? Gosh I don't think I ever have one. But if there is one, he's probably singing this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Forgotten By Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Er... some what I feel it's true sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fight For All The Wrong Reasons By Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Nay, I won't be rebel all the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;God Of Wonders By Passion Worship Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(I thank God for being a God of Wonders? Er... does that sound right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Deep Drive By Yoko Shimomura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(I don't want to remember with this song playing. It's a battle theme from Kingdom Hearts II Soundtrack. Kinda like the last level. So you can imagine from there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SAKURA Drops By Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Hahaha, listening to J-pop Music but this is not 1 of my fav. songs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hand In Hand By Yoko Shimomura&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Okay this song's background is like a starting of a new journey which I'm not afraid I guess. So yeah, wrong song yet again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My Life Is Yours By Planetshakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Guess that is not really a secret isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Random Waltz By Hitoshi Sakimoto, Masaharu Iwata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Er, bunch of people who sometimes say the most craziest random stuff and they like to waltz. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well the rules say you gotta do and personally I want to see you all do it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-4526846691146919439?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4526846691146919439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=4526846691146919439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/4526846691146919439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/4526846691146919439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged-by-lizzie.html' title='Tagged By Lizzie'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-2258167755734095490</id><published>2007-09-17T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:12:02.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tag'/><title type='text'>Tagged By Chev</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;1) Each player must post these rules first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;2) Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;3) People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;4) At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;5) Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ZS's 8 random facts/habits&lt;br /&gt;1) I am not a morning person. Even on the weekends I spent at least 2 extra hours sleeping in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm really into Star Wars. Especially the novels which extends at least 40 years after A New Hope&lt;br /&gt;3) When I go to a camp, I come back falling sick every time.&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm actually writing a fanfiction but I haven't got the entire outline done out yet.&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm committed to God to not have any relationship or whatever for 10 years which began in when I was 16. (Oh yeah, some people gave me a really shocked look.)&lt;br /&gt;6) I need rice everyday and I mean EVERYDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;7) I actually made a call to someone in Adelaide and it cost me RM27 for 27 minutes&lt;br /&gt;8) I'm a sucker to the original stuff. Stuff like cds, vcds, dvd, clothes, anything that is original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I tag: Nobody, unless you are so desperately wanting to do it but let me know ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-2258167755734095490?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2258167755734095490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=2258167755734095490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/2258167755734095490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/2258167755734095490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged-by-chev.html' title='Tagged By Chev'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-8791646018965963184</id><published>2007-08-27T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:02:06.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lame Cat'/><title type='text'>Surviving Lame Cat By Joel</title><content type='html'>Before you read this poem, I thought that it would be helpful to let you know the background of this poem.One day while I was eating my dinner with my family outside, I looked out the door, and saw a cat.It's paw was bleeding, no... The cat actually lost a paw, and the joint where the paw was supposed to be was bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could start feeling sorry for the cat, something more caught my attention.The cat was digging the ground, for food perhaps. It was a tar road. There is no food there.Perhaps a cat like that do not have much intellect to know that there will be no food beneath the tar road.Yet the cat's will to live convicted me. Yes, the cat have less intellect. Yes, it was probably animal insticts.But, the conviction came when I recall the moments when I started giving up in life when I meet obstacles.It reminds me of the time when I indulged in self pity. I throw a whole pity party, as if the world revolves around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lame cat shamed me. It probably won't sound very grand, but this poem, is really written in honour of a cat.A lame cat. A lame cat that is probably more inspiring than 95% of earth's population."You" would refer to the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "There is more to life"&lt;br /&gt;I say, "Then show me what is life"&lt;br /&gt;Show me things you find&lt;br /&gt;Really,I don't want to be left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adventures you tell - I do wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on my life - I start to ponder,&lt;br /&gt;If the highest high will be too high,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps like you said, "It is nigh, it is nigh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life's a bet,&lt;br /&gt;Im reaching my final chips,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the lame old cat,&lt;br /&gt;Really,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'm really reduced to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that life's a snare&lt;br /&gt;I can't even reach a tie&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever care&lt;br /&gt;Truly,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather try, or I'd rather die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, the lame old cat is bright&lt;br /&gt;It said, "Real life, is not yet out of sight&lt;br /&gt;O God, I am wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Now please,&lt;br /&gt;Make me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Despite not being made by me. I think this post is really meaningful ya? How often have we complained how tough life is. Guess we shouldn't really say that until we become like the lame cat. Figurative speaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-8791646018965963184?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8791646018965963184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=8791646018965963184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/8791646018965963184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/8791646018965963184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2007/08/surviving-lame-cat-by-joel.html' title='Surviving Lame Cat By Joel'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69548579909560519.post-7480019403372763024</id><published>2007-08-01T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:10:56.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><title type='text'>It Rained...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered why God use rain to destroy mankind? That question came to my head as I was driving today. Why not use fire? He could have ask Noah to just hide in a cave and shut himself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But in the end, God did sent the rain to earth. I remembered playing a game once, and one of the NPC (Non-Playable Characters) said that rain was to cleanse the body. But the body, cannot be cleansed thoroughly. As I sit here typing out this post, I think of how dirty and unworthy I am towards God. So many times I told myself I would get my heart right with God, yet so many times I failed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Lately, I been doing more thinking than usual. I always think of what if I did this instead of that, or what if I had never took that road that leads to where I am now? Then I realize, there are endless possibilities. For all I know, I could have taken 1 wrong step and end up a situation worse than I am now. I could also be in a better place right now. So the more I wondered, I realize I should not be thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But if I had taken another road, I might not be what I am today. But there is an assuring quote that reminds me. It is the statement that my Malaysian Studies lecturer told me and the rest of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"My dear friends, everything happens for a reason."&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Warren Lau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    I guess there is a truth in that. The things that happen around us, the things that we all see and do, will always have a reason. As I think about things that happen around me, things like failing a test which I just had. I tell myself, I can learn from what I did or I choose not to. See, I believe that every time we come upon a stumbling block or a bad time. We can learn from it, or, we could simply choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/69548579909560519-7480019403372763024?l=reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7480019403372763024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=69548579909560519&amp;postID=7480019403372763024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/7480019403372763024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/69548579909560519/posts/default/7480019403372763024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflecting-everyday.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-rained.html' title='It Rained...'/><author><name>ZimSen Yeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16116465604481956520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-ll-6TnNmSU/TUHJBKAq_7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/REEB8gX4BOE/s220/IMG_5218.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
