<?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-1666821624045530535</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:03:10.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manor of Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Wisdom vs Action</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-6085374207924322490</id><published>2009-07-23T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:52:21.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates !!</title><content type='html'>As I was dusting off the 2 meter thick dust which settled on my blog cover , I was rethinking 'what is the whole point of blogging ?'. And so, I struggled with the idea of giving it up :) sounds brilliant! No hassle, no trouble , no need to waste time typing and making up essays that would impress others.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I'm wrong. Is the blog for me ? No! I mean, to a certain extent , yes it is for me to keep track of my own life events. But, ultimately, it should be for others. To encourage others , and be blessed in return. :)  Therefore, I would like to apologize to the all my friends out there, sorry for not blogging and keep you guys updated for 5 months and 14 days which is .................... SINCE I left Kluang !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to put down these past few months in words. So here is the summary ( now I know why we learn summary in English classes (-_-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as a student began again for me , after a long break. I was finding it so hard to wake up early morning for lectures. But, as the saying goes, ' the early bird catches the worm'. Erm, I don't know how that relates. Anyway, I got used to the life in University and was actually enjoying every moment of it. I was enjoying studies , friends , roommates , church , and almost everything. I do not want to make this sound like an ideal student life. But, I am telling you , we've got to thank God and rejoice in whatever circumstances God has placed us in. And live your life purposefully. Let's move on before this turns into some disciplinary class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am attending Eagle Point church. I've been fitting in well and God has open doors and given me plenty of opportunities to serve Him. I am also involved in my Uni's prayer meetings , heading our batch prayer and also helping out in the worship team in Christian Fellowship. All in all , God is good to me. I am not saying all these to show how much I am doing, but I believe strongly and have personally experienced the fact that if Christians do not live a life of service to God, no matter in whatever ministry. Then, our Christian walk and growth would be stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing we must realize is the fact that there will not be much growth in your christian walk if you only attend church , read your bibles , do your quiet time. Unless you serve and do something purposefully for the Lord, your growth is limited. It is when we serve , we practice our faith , we learn to apply the lessons we learn from the bible, we exercise our spiritual gifts , we put others first , we see others better than ourselves , and we become wholly dependent and reliant on God's strength to sustain us. And through it all , we will get to experience and see the divine intervention of God in different circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to my updates :) , I finished my first semester and I am having a 1 month break which is going to end in 3 days. And then, Semester 2 dawns. I am looking forward to it. There will be many things coming up for me and I really do not know how am I going to balance the act. But, I trust Him to bring me through every situation and still keeping me alive and well. I am going to surrender everything to Him because He knows best , and He will take care of everything. I say this by faith , not by sight nor by my morale boosting ego. I know He is with me and in me , and He is stronger than my own strength. If you are going through a tough period now , struggling to balance things , finding hard to face another day , or feeling like your faith is dwindling by the days, go back to Him  who is the source of all you need. Wait upon Him and be renewed in the knowledge of who He really is. Our saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a song which would really encourage you , I love this song , and the words. It just ministers to me. Hope it does the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XazqArchgR8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XazqArchgR8&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-6085374207924322490?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6085374207924322490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=6085374207924322490' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/6085374207924322490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/6085374207924322490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates.html' title='Updates !!'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-2601839072570271961</id><published>2009-02-10T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:55:49.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A turn of time , memories left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dreams of young and shadows of youth ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every moment haunted by 'if's,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What would I've become , where would I've been,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To be where I am ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've much to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Much to share , yet to sum it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just simple three words , I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My heart is heavy, it is burdening me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's not eating me up, neither will it kill me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just a mild murmur, of  my shattering heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Echoing the journey I once had here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And brave myself to face onward fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Deciphering you, understanding me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Unlocking the code we mutually hold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Discovering the joy and love we share,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It seems like just yesterday, you and I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But leave now I must ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To where God wants me to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So farewell beloved friends , my beloved town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Goodbye sweet memoria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So long bitter past ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am ready ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-2601839072570271961?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2601839072570271961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=2601839072570271961' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/2601839072570271961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/2601839072570271961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-me-go.html' title='Let me go'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-7114261442686557169</id><published>2008-12-28T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:43:14.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.signonsandiego.com/gallery1.5/albums/olympics_turin2006/KC_OLYMPICS_CLOSING_252588x004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 168px;" src="http://photos.signonsandiego.com/gallery1.5/albums/olympics_turin2006/KC_OLYMPICS_CLOSING_252588x004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's something about this year. For the chinese , 8 is a good number. But I understand the Indians hate 8. But, this year has proven that the Yinyang theory has been true. A balance of white and black , the good and the bad. ( Am not being racist here ) :p By the way, I was just kidding about the Yinyang theory.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this year has been  very eventful and dramatic for the whole world in the economic and political scene. I don't need to mention them la , you should know. Unless of course if you're Amish. Personally, this year has been A YEAR OF THE LORD. For those who do not know, 2008 has been a break year for me. A year of rest and learning. A year I never expected myself to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just so much God has taught and shown me throughout this whole year. Things so deep in my heart that only an oil rig drill can reach. But God has chosen this year , to dig out all the dirt , to expose me , to prove to me that there's nothing He does not see, or does not know.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been full of pride inside, deep inside. Of course, always being the few top student in school , having the attention of every teacher , being the ' school grass' of every school I was in , having girls harrasing you , having your own name being mentioned everywhere only for the good things, being viewed as an all rounder and it goes on. These things , have been building up inside me for years , and it felt good, I didn't want to expose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God humbled me, knowing that if I had gone on like that , I'll probably never turn back. And so, through the circumstances of 2008 , I was humbled. I was ' left' behind in Kluang. The reasons : I didn't do as well as I expected in STPM , didn't get the course I applied for , didn't even get in the first private uni intake , made to wait for half a year for the second intake , became the last person in my batch to leave town for studies when I always thought I'll be the first !&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How awesome is that ?! The scripture says , the first shall become the last. Yeap , now I get it! To the world , I may be viewed a failure , and I rather fail. I rather fail now. Than to fail harder next time. I thank God for making me fail. Now, I really love to fail. It just breaks me again and again , and drawing me closer to the One who breaks me. I don't know what He's doing , but I know where He's leading me to. I thank God for whatever He has done to me , eventhough I do not understand then. But now, I know. I've got nothing to prove , have got nothing to show , all my successes had been His , and never was mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God is dealing with another area in my life now. He is challenging me to the course of giving up everything I have , and desire to have. All for his sake. To love Him more than my father, my mum, my wife ( if I'm going to have one ) , brothers and sisters. Only then shall I be worthy to be called his follower. I am counting the cost , I am struggling with it. I am waiting upon Him. It is really a call for all Christians , who call themselves a true follower of Christ , who does not want to be conform to the pattern of this world , but be transformed by the renewing of mind. This is it , this is the call. Take it or leave it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Besides all that , of course I enjoyed my 'stint' in my lovely town here. But it's coming to an end. And I shall go where God wants me to be. It's been a fruitful time here in kluang , getting to be with my family , friends and getting to be part of God's work here. I've been enjoying late nights and late mornings. haha. I am going to miss those times. Nevertheless, something bigger than me awaits and I shall be discovering and experiencing it very soon.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see , another strange thing has happened. God has been allowing me to go places I never thought I would have gone , eventhough deep inside my heart ,I did thought of it. But never did I pray or ask God for it. Let's see, in 2008 , I've been to Pulau Redang , Pulau Penang, Pulau Langkawi , and China. Honestly , I have always wanted to go these specific places , but not until this year. I didn't even ask HIM!! Amazing right ? I didn't even purposely plan to go , it's just opportunities and opportunities. Now, I understand again what the scripture means when it says ' Your Father in Heaven knows what you need even before you ask ' !!  Hmmmm........&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion , expect great things in 2009 ! You'll never know or expect what God is going to do to you. haha........ So, be on guard :)  Oh , btw , I would love to thank everyone in Kluang , to my friends and those of you who have been a part of my life so far.  I truly am thankful to God for putting amazing people like you in my life. You know who you are ;)  Shalom !&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : No this is not my farewell speech. This is just 2008's closing ceremony. wahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2009 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expect the unexpectebles !&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/1666821624045530535-7114261442686557169?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7114261442686557169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=7114261442686557169' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/7114261442686557169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/7114261442686557169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-3345160510199014535</id><published>2008-12-21T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T05:17:18.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solli !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dear Folks ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Firstly , would like to apologize for the dormancy of my blog. It's been a while since I really write. I know , you probably are tired with my pics. haha..... Anyways , this is a test of your patience and endurance. Which I know most of you have passed because none ( except for a few ) of you have bugged me to update my blog. It's either that , or no one visits my blog anymore :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;However,  the future is not as bleak as you might sense it , there is still hope ! I'll be back..... Yes , I'll be back !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let me tell you a lame joke first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One day , Mr Muthu asked Mrs. Karupayahthambichi whether his hair is messy .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Guess what Mrs. Karupayahthambichi said ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; She said.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"What to do ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Go to Pudu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Look for Muthu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lick his kutu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fry a muruku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Solve the sudoku "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes, that's all she said :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-3345160510199014535?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3345160510199014535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=3345160510199014535' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/3345160510199014535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/3345160510199014535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/solli.html' title='Solli !!'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-4887776725731690542</id><published>2008-12-08T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T03:59:23.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balik Kampung</title><content type='html'>I went to China, and I felt like I was going back to my roots. Yeah, my first time in China. According to some old chinese men , if you are a chinese , you must visit China at least once in your lifetime. Or else , your ancestors won't be happy or something of that sort. And, so I've fulfilled the responsibility of every chinese man ( according to them ) :) . I went with my mum to visit my uncle who is living in Shanghai with his family , and also to meet up with my cousin uncle and his wife from Australia , who also happen to be there. We went to few places. We went to Shanghai , Nanjing , Hangzhou , Suzhou , and Xi'an. Yup, we had a great time there. Thank God for this opportunity. Here are some pictures....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0GnotXhjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vzxwhhigZWQ/s1600-h/100_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0GnotXhjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vzxwhhigZWQ/s200/100_0190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277381616360457778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From left : Cousin Uncle , Cousin Aunt, Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0HfY0KKgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wfsB3JEJnOs/s1600-h/100_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0HfY0KKgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wfsB3JEJnOs/s200/100_0198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277382574166649346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                        My uncle and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0IAr_I1mI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qOFl4QSavnA/s1600-h/100_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0IAr_I1mI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qOFl4QSavnA/s200/100_0347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277383146248656482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From right : My cousin , Aunt, little cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0IiBvvPcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jdgomihfQCY/s1600-h/100_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0IiBvvPcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jdgomihfQCY/s200/100_0352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277383719025327554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;     Mum and I at Shanghai Bund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0JNwRQ-pI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OVtZqQDjmWk/s1600-h/100_0450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0JNwRQ-pI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OVtZqQDjmWk/s200/100_0450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277384470248356498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;              At Terra-Cotta Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0KDmnxEQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/efrMYaHLXN0/s1600-h/100_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0KDmnxEQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/efrMYaHLXN0/s200/100_0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277385395371315458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;       Terra - cottas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0Kj2v6v_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/YIKUxWhcyH8/s1600-h/100_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0Kj2v6v_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/YIKUxWhcyH8/s200/100_0507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277385949456285682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cheeky cousin and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0LJmfo1nI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xgSLzH52yh4/s1600-h/100_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0LJmfo1nI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xgSLzH52yh4/s200/100_0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277386597928064626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bronze chariots seen in The Mummy 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0Lz2nKKVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/N1aYtbpxenY/s1600-h/100_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0Lz2nKKVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/N1aYtbpxenY/s200/100_0603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277387323809081682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So much food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-4887776725731690542?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4887776725731690542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=4887776725731690542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/4887776725731690542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/4887776725731690542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/balik-kampung.html' title='Balik Kampung'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/ST0GnotXhjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vzxwhhigZWQ/s72-c/100_0190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-7314559227660933965</id><published>2008-10-20T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:58:23.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Furball update</title><content type='html'>My mother cat gave birth to another 3 kittens. 2 white and 1 grey. They are super playful at this point of thier 'kittenhood'. haha....... Anyway, these are few pictures for you to feast your eyes upon. muahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;p/s : don't be jealous k ? Cos I am not keeping them, thinking of giving them away. So, if you want to adopt one of these furballs , just register at www.myfurball.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I was just kidding. But really, if you are interested and committed to taking care of them, I am more than willing to give them to you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures !! here you go ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SP1STtrVX8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/s2X0ODV3j8Q/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SP1STtrVX8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/s2X0ODV3j8Q/s200/DSC00321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259450438470950850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SP1Sfyp36mI/AAAAAAAAAC8/h6QJDyKAJx4/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SP1Sfyp36mI/AAAAAAAAAC8/h6QJDyKAJx4/s200/DSC00318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259450645965433442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SP1SrwE97cI/AAAAAAAAADE/hrrAhyeLnAc/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SP1SrwE97cI/AAAAAAAAADE/hrrAhyeLnAc/s200/DSC00323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259450851432197570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SP1S7Wd-LGI/AAAAAAAAADM/vNVL4XE50gw/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SP1S7Wd-LGI/AAAAAAAAADM/vNVL4XE50gw/s200/DSC00324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259451119435656290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SP1TET-h2ZI/AAAAAAAAADU/XbEOgBxLoKU/s1600-h/DSC00327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SP1TET-h2ZI/AAAAAAAAADU/XbEOgBxLoKU/s200/DSC00327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259451273385728402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SP1TNMbAk5I/AAAAAAAAADc/O0A3gGH4f-8/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SP1TNMbAk5I/AAAAAAAAADc/O0A3gGH4f-8/s200/DSC00328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259451425976521618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-7314559227660933965?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7314559227660933965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=7314559227660933965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/7314559227660933965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/7314559227660933965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/furball-update.html' title='Furball update'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SP1STtrVX8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/s2X0ODV3j8Q/s72-c/DSC00321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-8158713401193373149</id><published>2008-10-09T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:48:54.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pit Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.enterleisure.co.uk/0310-24-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 136px;" src="http://www.enterleisure.co.uk/0310-24-1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;For those who realize , F1 cars change their tyres, yes all 4 of them every time they come to a pit stop. Wait, that's not all, they also refuel and have mechanical adjustments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sometimes, if necessary they change drivers too. Even machines get worn out, what more us, human beings. Most of the time, we wonder why we cannot love others the way we use to. We feel so dry, empty and powerless to even love and  care for others. We lose that passion,that zeal, that excitement and  enthusiasm that keeps us going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That's when we ought to have a thorough self-examination. Ask ourselves whether we have been loving others with our own strength or God's. Because, only God's love will last ( for he has love us with an everlasting love : Jeremiah 31:3) .We love with a finite love, a love that will run dry if we do not constantly get our supply of 'loves' from Him. Therefore, when we run out of love , it's not difficult to tell. :) it's pretty obvious. To be able to love naturally out from our heart is to first experience His love and constantly refresh ourselves with God's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We have to arrive at the pit stop. Replace new tyres, refuel , tighten some screws and off we accelerate again into the track , back to the race. And then, when we are down and out, come to the pit stop again. And get yourself reconditioned. It is constant and repetitive. But it is necessary. When it rains , we have to put on tyres made for wet condition , when it is scorching hot, you have another set of special tyres. Depending on the weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Let's not wait till our tyres explode , or our absorber breaks , or when our car can't move anymore before we decide to drop by the pit stop. Because, by that time, it's quite too late. The tower has to come to tow you to the pit stop, you have to have a  major repair, and the worst of it all, you are wasting time !!  Come to think about it, does it make sense ? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Here's a song to encourage those who are hungry :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hungry ( Falling on my knees ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hungry, I come to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; For I know You satisfy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I am empty but I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Your love does not run dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; So I wait for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; So I wait for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'm falling on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Offering all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Jesus, You're all this heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Is living for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Broken, I run to You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; For Your arms are open wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I am weary but I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Your touch restores my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'm falling on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Offering all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Jesus, You're all this heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Is living for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-8158713401193373149?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8158713401193373149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=8158713401193373149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/8158713401193373149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/8158713401193373149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/pit-stop.html' title='Pit Stop'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-7696504353305269815</id><published>2008-09-10T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:32:39.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trinity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SMfMSZXgrQI/AAAAAAAAABM/FUpRf2dH2Wg/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SMfMSZXgrQI/AAAAAAAAABM/FUpRf2dH2Wg/s200/DSC00303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244384907515440386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left : Snowy ( the kitten),&lt;br /&gt;his father,his mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, weird things happen to me. But this time it's a good thing. No, I didn't buy the these cats. They came to my house and gave themselves to me. Believe or not ? That's the fact! And the wonder of it all, they are all white.Plus, the couple has only one kitten,and the only kitten is white too. Haha...... I don't know what you call this , a coincidence? Maybe. But I am taking a different view. A view of symbolism. As the title has it. Trinity. And they white represents holiness , purity and stainless. Well, so far these cats are amazing. They are cute and entertaining. And the father caught a fat rat behind my house. Well, tell you a secret. I actually love cats. Just that my mum didn't want to buy me one, well too bad now. Because they came. :D&lt;br /&gt;More pictures after the jump .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SMfSMO5KfBI/AAAAAAAAABs/xjFZwW3oRhA/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SMfSMO5KfBI/AAAAAAAAABs/xjFZwW3oRhA/s200/DSC00296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244391398694353938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SMfSkncobiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/woMFWNGrH8o/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SMfSkncobiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/woMFWNGrH8o/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SMfSkncobiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/woMFWNGrH8o/s200/DSC00293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244391817602428450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SMfToNS7j9I/AAAAAAAAACU/x83hJGZ5jlU/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SMfToNS7j9I/AAAAAAAAACU/x83hJGZ5jlU/s200/DSC00285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244392978813521874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SMfT47nzlvI/AAAAAAAAACc/-bZP-XykxgA/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SMfT47nzlvI/AAAAAAAAACc/-bZP-XykxgA/s200/DSC00289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244393266127017714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SMfUHJ8WuNI/AAAAAAAAACk/FEUkWI6dq2Y/s1600-h/DSC00288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SMfUHJ8WuNI/AAAAAAAAACk/FEUkWI6dq2Y/s200/DSC00288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244393510489471186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-7696504353305269815?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7696504353305269815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=7696504353305269815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/7696504353305269815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/7696504353305269815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/trinity_10.html' title='Trinity?'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SMfMSZXgrQI/AAAAAAAAABM/FUpRf2dH2Wg/s72-c/DSC00303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-3920070824462177353</id><published>2008-09-08T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:30:23.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Repelling Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.8hands.com/files/images/4-hate-to-say.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 129px;" src="http://www.8hands.com/files/images/4-hate-to-say.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you met people who hate Christians to the core ? I am sure most of you had. Some of these people might be even Christians themselves. Personally, I had. And man , did I have a hard time! Well, not so much of convincing them that they misunderstood what 'real Christians' are, but just to even talk to them about God in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurting people are all around us. They are hurt not because of the fact that we are Christians, but more because we do not live out what we are supposed to be. Well , we all can argue that we are still human and that we are still sinners subjected to failures. But if there is no expectation, then why are we called Christians ? What is the difference between a Christian and a non-believer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think the biggest gospel repelling factor are these two: Bad tongue and Pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As proverbs says ' the tongue has the power of life and death'. Why the tongue ? Why not the stomach or the liver ? Because the tongue is the most effective and accurate expression of the heart. For out of the tongue comes what is in the heart. When a person has a  foul mouth filled with sarcasm and thorns in every sentence , who would dare go near him? Right away, people get hurt and offended. Our words ought to go through the filter of love,sensitivity,caution, and courtesy before coming out from our mouth with a purpose of encouraging, lifting and exalting a person. Like what chinese people say ' Go through your big brain first'. Well, it is very different from sugar-coating words. Because when you sugar-coat words, people can feel it. It smells fishy and inauthentic. But when you speak with love, it is a verb. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pride. The greatest downfall of many church leaders. Why leaders? Because these are the people thrust into the lime-light, running the the so called ' show' of ministries. Often, the problem of people with pride is that they do not realize they have it. Why? Because it has become so assimilated and well-blended into them that they can't see it. Sadly, when they do realize it, it is probably the last few stages of severity. It is also the hardest time for them to admit because they are already hardened. And when they choose to hover on in pride, the deeper they fall, and the harder it is to humble themselves. Unless of course if God chooses to humble them. Actually, it is not very difficult to humble a proud person. Just some diseases,financial crisis,lost of someone they love,retrenchment and you see their world crashing down. Why? Because these are the things the proud hold on to, the shakable things, things that threaten their degree of loft. What they need are the unshakable things. The things NOT of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-3920070824462177353?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3920070824462177353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=3920070824462177353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/3920070824462177353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/3920070824462177353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/repelling-factor.html' title='The Repelling Factor'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-3331125997371767240</id><published>2008-08-01T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:44:38.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slippery Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://homepage.ntlworld.com/davebulow/wow/images/sunburst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 134px;" src="http://homepage.ntlworld.com/davebulow/wow/images/sunburst.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you ever wonder how easy a life can slip away ? Many of us do know the fragility of life but we do not realize how slippery it is. Let me explain. We are weak and powerless over the assurance of our life here on earth. We do not know whether we'll live another day tomorrow. We all realize that don't we?  Yet, many of us do not cherish lives until we lose something or someone. And to cherish is to be thankful and grateful. To be grateful to who ? To the one who saves us. The one who watches over us by day and night. The one who never fail keep to His promises and words. The one who delivers us. And the one who dances over us while we are too caught up with 'life'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all for today's sermon. I have something to share. Something to thank God for this week. Something I want to praise His name for. Here it goes. I was driving my car ( kancil ) along Jalan Niyor in a hot afternoon when suddenly I heard a loud noise from the underside of my car which became louder as I steered. I slowed down and tried to manoeuvre my car to the side of the road. The car behind me was very close. But good thing it managed to avoid me in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car came to a standstill on some grass beside the road. I stomped on the accelerator and the car revved but motionless. I knew something was quite wrong. I got down and called my foreman. After a long wait in the scorching sun, the foreman finally arrived. He concluded that my left front wheel almost came out! The shaft , bearing and hub had completely wear out. That is really bad you know why ? Because , a few more meters and the tyre could have flung out and my car will immediately overturn. No wait, overturn while turtling. No kidding!! Oh yea, and it had to be towed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foreman, Eddie said something  which rang the bell. ' Hey boy, you are very very lucky ' . And he said that 3 times. Well, I gulped as I imagined what would have happened to me. Then, I was reminded of Aunty Sze's sermon last week. Thankfulness. In my heart , I praised the Lord and I thanked him for his protection and covering. Indeed , this thankfulness and gratefulness had been translated into praise to God. And that is the true meaning of praise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As slippery as life is , I am reminded again. That God is full of grace and mercy. And for the little things He has given or done , be thankful. For bigger things are yet to come unless we are thankful for the little we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-3331125997371767240?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3331125997371767240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=3331125997371767240' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/3331125997371767240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/3331125997371767240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/slippery-life.html' title='Slippery Life'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-229814427724677539</id><published>2008-07-08T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T02:36:00.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/17873spongebob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 162px;" src="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/17873spongebob.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love spongebob squarepants !  For those who don't know , I use to criticize the cartoon because I HEARD it was stupid, brain-wrecking , idiot-inducing , subclavian-snapping and scalp-tearingly terrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;However, I took up the challenge to watch it. And I realised , it is just astonishing! You know, I sometimes think that this cartoon should be rated   'ages 16 and above'. Why ? Because the jokes and the substances of this cartoon are just so witty. So smartly put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, kids nowadays do understand the cartoon. Maybe they don't really truly understand but because of the silly animations and expressions of Spongebob and  Patrick,it triggers the laughing chemical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I went to Ryan's home. And I got hold of The Spongebob Squarepants Movie. My ! I had to watch it the second time. With my headphones on , my parents were wondering why I was giggling to my self for 1 hour plus in front of the computer. Yeah, I was caught red-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They caught me watching Spongebob. They said I had a deprived childhood. I guess so , to a certain extent. I know someone who is as crazy as me over this whole spongebob thing , yes ! It's Ryan Nair. :D Glad that I am not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-229814427724677539?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/229814427724677539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=229814427724677539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/229814427724677539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/229814427724677539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-8910856005493734867</id><published>2008-06-26T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T05:54:47.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living For God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today is gone&lt;br /&gt;Like Yesterday is gone&lt;br /&gt;Every second thorn&lt;br /&gt;Like they were never born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In self if we trust&lt;br /&gt;We'll likely to end last&lt;br /&gt;In Him we must thrust&lt;br /&gt;For we are mere dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear on the life&lt;br /&gt;For God you will dive&lt;br /&gt;Give out your best&lt;br /&gt;And in Him you'll find rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-8910856005493734867?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8910856005493734867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=8910856005493734867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/8910856005493734867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/8910856005493734867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/living-for-god.html' title='Living For God'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-8881369676147246240</id><published>2008-06-15T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T01:43:16.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of an ID10T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have you ever felt like you've return to the pass in a spur of a moment ? The day feels exactly like the day when something eventful happened ? The atmosphere and the ambience feels so familiar? Well, I realize I had this today.And it was  D-day. I'm serious. It happened in primary 2 after coming back from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in my kitchen facing the very spot where the event took place , I had a flashback. I remembered very vividly.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opens the gate very quietly , sneaking into the back door of the kitchen very very discreetly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Me ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;thinking to myself )  : Ok, I'm going to make a rustle and wait for her to come to the door. I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                                            going to hide by the edge and jump out just in time and scare the wigs out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                                            of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*rustling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ama (my dear grandma) :   Who is that ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me                                                                                                               :     ( cheekily grinning )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;She walks closer to the opened door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me ( thinking to myself )  : This is it ! 1............    2 .........   3.............  !         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;KADESH !!!!!!!    DUBBB !!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ama                                  : Aiyo ...........  Laniu , what are you trying to do ? Come come get up , get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; up ( holding me up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me                                       :   * crying *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ama :  Aiyo , poor thing ....... you trying to scare me is it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me    :  * crying *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ama                                  : That's why la , I told you how many times don't be naughty. See now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; your forehead got&lt;br /&gt;      one ball dy. Wait wait , I go boil egg. You sit down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;            first , sit down first ar.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ama applies the hot egg on my swelling lump...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me                                        : Ah...... Ouch...... Softer softer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ama                                : Good also la , now you learn your lesson. Next time don't try to scare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;            old ladies. Heaven got eyes one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened , I tried to frighten my grandma. Just before I could jump out and scare her , I tripped on the edge of the longkang and found myself in the fellowship of stars. Well, of course that wasn't my last time attempting to give her a fright. I came out with other ways. However, it was something worth reminiscing about. Oh the good old days .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-8881369676147246240?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8881369676147246240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=8881369676147246240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/8881369676147246240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/8881369676147246240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/tale-of-id10t.html' title='A Tale of an ID10T'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-6503592019399450970</id><published>2008-06-03T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:11:29.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighting Up The Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.raytownfire.com/images/burning_candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 160px;" src="http://www.raytownfire.com/images/burning_candle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let's say , you make a survey in your school or workplace regarding how different you are from the rest of your schoolmates or colleuges. And then you realize , majority of them said , you are just like anyone of them. No difference. How would you feel ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be labeled ordinary? Or you want people to have a life-changing encounter even when they first meet you. When we are called ' ordinary ' or ' just-like-anyone ' , that better be the time to wake up from slumber and  get some gears kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are  called to light up the dark , to shine in the absence of light. Hence, we must be careful to keep the fire burning or else our light would be snuffed out and we'll be like everyone else. The greatest fear of a Christian should be keeping himself/herself  from winds of influence. The fire will grow weaker and the light dimmer when we start lifting our eyes off God and when we do not jealously guard our candles from strong winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are set apart because we know the truth. And we are to share the truth. The basics of sharing lies in the way we live. Living out Jesus is not easy but I have to keep emphasizing this because people are still not listening. People are hearing but not listening. If we have pissed even our own brothers off , what would the world think of us? What first impressions do we give them ? No difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us really will and desire to be different , and that means putting all your effort in working it out. Attraction lies in the truth being lived out. So start living in Truth !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-6503592019399450970?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6503592019399450970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=6503592019399450970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/6503592019399450970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/6503592019399450970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/lighting-up-dark.html' title='Lighting Up The Dark'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-7622108016692169641</id><published>2008-05-18T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:14:12.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/722082/2/istockphoto_722082_chinese_calligraphy_wisdom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 130px;" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/722082/2/istockphoto_722082_chinese_calligraphy_wisdom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who is she ? Is she familiar to you ? Actually , many of us have met her before.  We probably couldn't recognize her because of the voices of other things bothering us. She is calling out , but do you hear her sweet , demure voice ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Are we in the quest to seek her ? Many find but very few seek. She can only reveal herself more when we woo her. When we have set our hearts , and refocus our attention on her. Only then , she will be made known to her pursuers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wisdom like many spiritual gifts , is not something easily attainable unless you really want it , like how Solomon wanted it badly. And it was given. Of course, when you ask , you receive, but you have to act it out , practice it , polish it , establish it. Once you have it's foundation , only can God pour out more of His wisdom and make them known to you. New things , new insights and revelations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nevertheless , wisdom comes by  through experiences. It needs to be practiced and tried. There will definitely be times in life where opportunities arises for us to apply the wisdom we have and that's how we know at what level we are practicing wisdom when it is concerned, though it's measures are very subjective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;However, our main guideline for wisdom is the Word of God. So, though subjective, it won't be very far-fetched. If you get what I mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We can distinguish a person who has wisdom from a person who has only knowledge. A person with only knowledge will be more vulnerable to pride. As he attains more head-knowledge , he becomes more critical in thinking which eventually leads to pride if not careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, wisdom is just the opposite. Wisdom is when we translate our knowledge into action , when we apply teachings and morals , when we master the art of  ' walking the talk'. Wisdom concerns our everyday lives , the way we act , the words we say and our thoughts. It is a life of integrity and morality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let us seek for Lady Wisdom!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-7622108016692169641?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7622108016692169641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=7622108016692169641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/7622108016692169641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/7622108016692169641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/lady-wisdom.html' title='Lady Wisdom'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-3998239712559784943</id><published>2008-05-13T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:08:45.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we to judge ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.epex.cc/fair/judge.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 141px;" src="http://www.epex.cc/fair/judge.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You know often, when we see a person clad smartly walking down the street , we think to ourselves, " He must be doing well " or " I think he's a rich man" or " I can't wait to see what he drives!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary , when we see a beggar wandering around , barely covering their body with enough  cloth , our first reactions are " Ew....... I wonder how he smells like " or " He better not come near me" or " Gosh , who is he ? " . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Those reactions are very natural , very human. We judge what we see. As simple as that. First , we look , then the possibilities wrestle in our minds and we come out with conclusions about what we perceive of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was in a mamak stall one day , alone. Having a cup of teh tarik while enjoying the evening breeze. As I was sipping my hot cup of teh tarik, a man of small stature walked pass me and sat right in front of me , the opposite table. The first thing that ran through my mind , ' Is he Chinese , Indian , Malay or some Vietnamese ? " He didn't have a very distinct feature that enable me to distinguish. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And then , he ordered something from the mamak stall worker , and again I stretched my ears forth to hear his accent. But he was too soft. "Oh well ..... Shouldn't I mind my own business ? " I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Minutes passed.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another guy , his friend appeared. Now, his friend has the same small frame. He sat down , mumbled something foreign , and laughed discreetly. That's interesting. Another unidentified race. I took out my phone , pretended to sms and peeped at them while they were chatting. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The man who came later , looked pretty decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His shirt had a blue printed italic font " Jesus ".  " Cool ! " I thought , he must be Christian. My hopes were soaring high and I even thought of making friends with them. Until , he lifted up his shirt to reveal a huge metal skull belt he was wearing around his waist . Yeah , how oxymoron. I gave him the benefit of doubt. He reached out in his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes and began his puffing. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he is not Christian after all , but wait. Maybe he is a Christian but fell away? Or he might be an unborn Christian ?  Or maybe he IS a Christian ?  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my cup of tea and walked away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-3998239712559784943?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3998239712559784943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=3998239712559784943' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/3998239712559784943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/3998239712559784943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-we-to-judge.html' title='Are we to judge ?'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-9193829044089718267</id><published>2008-05-09T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T04:55:22.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apocalypse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://exdream.no-ip.info/blog/images/RocketCommander/RocketCommanderScreenshot0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 125px;" src="http://exdream.no-ip.info/blog/images/RocketCommander/RocketCommanderScreenshot0024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had this weird dream. It happened a few weeks ago and it got me musing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still vivid in my mind. I wouldn't say it's a prophesy or what because I've never known of such gifts to me yet. Nevertheless , it's something worth sharing with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about DOOMSDAY!! Did that sound scary ?  In my dream , it did. Ok , this is how it goes.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cloudy evening , a large group of people including me gathered at an empty field on a hillside just overlooking the lower parts of town ( not very sure it was kluang ). And the group of people were armed with clubs , catapults, guns and canons. What a combination of ammunitions. We were waiting for something to come , not very sure what it was but it seemed like everyone was expecting some gigantic evil monster to appear so that we could fight it. We know it was the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the moment of waiting ,  the clouds in the sky darkerned and a strong gush of wind swept through the whole place and we looked up into the sky. The sky was filled with stones , huge stones , I assume they are asteriods.......... And they were coming towards us !! The whole of the earth , the sky was filled with asteriods waiting to hit the the ground. It was so real in the dream that I thought , oh well...... this is how i'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just before I could witness the smashing of huge stones , I found myself inside my house. And , I was looking out the window making sure the asteriods were just a nightmare. To my fear , the sky was filled with even more asteriods and they were coming towards me. I stood in front of my house watching it coming closer , since there's no point running anyway , and then it came closer and closer at speeds of lightning! And BOOM !! It smashes into  my neighbour's house. The house caught fire and burst into flames and scattered debris all over. I couldn't care more , I looked into the sky to see even more coming towards me. And one came directly at me. As it was about to hit my body with a size ratio of 1:100000 , I woke up !! I was gasping for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I was alive , I looked out the window , it wasn't real. And immediately I praise God for it  was just a dream. This dream , as real as it seems to be , serves as a timely reminder for me that apocalypse is not very far from now. It is soon. So, buck up and get prepared for there maybe no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-9193829044089718267?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9193829044089718267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=9193829044089718267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/9193829044089718267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/9193829044089718267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/apocalypse.html' title='Apocalypse?'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-2142707010796867151</id><published>2008-05-02T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:47:44.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on , really ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A few months ago , roughly 2 months. I really didn't know what to work as. To spend the time I have as wise as I could before leaving for studies. So, I contemplated business and the closest I could get was being a broker. Many of you might not know this term ' broker' as you live in a world where the planet revolves around you , in other words, you are the sun. Anyway, my point is maybe it is very unheard of. It's very different when I say ' Real Estate Agent'. Aha....... that rings the bells right ?  A broker is a Real Estate Agent. Just that it is shorter that's why everyone prefers to say ' broker'.  I told my friends I'm a broker , and immediately they thought ,                                 ' yeah.....why not? You are not working and you are poor , therefore you are broke , hence broker . '  -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A broker is somewhat like a middleman who provides services to people who owns a property or a person in need of a property , or simply wants to own one because they feel rich. In other words , investment.  I mean personal properties ie : houses , shops , land or anything related. So , our job is to lay down agreeable terms for both parties  , negotiate  and bring  them ( the owner and the tenant ) to an agreement. Agreements can come in terms of sales or rental. I won't go into those details and bore your spleens out. So, that was basically what I did for 1 month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;At the very end of the month , I decided to hop to something else. A new adventure of working life. I became a teacher. Indeed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Teaching I know has never been my interest or calling. It doesn't mean you are a male , you are straight , that's right! It doesn't mean your parents are teachers , you are born with a chalk or marker pen  in your hand. Nevertheless , I gave it shot. And I got myself hired by a tuition center somewhere in town with the very fear that  I might ruin lives. And so , that is what I'm still doing today. I've learned much through this experience so far and I know that  I wasn't working there by accident. I was praying that God would place me somewhere where I could bless lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting students who are about my age and having them know that you are not very much older just sparks the chemistry and teaching is fun. It is exciting and interesting. It opens up a new dimension in my puny mind. I've always assume teaching is boring probably because of the teachers I've met in my life. I'm saying many are great teachers , don't get me wrong. But , teaching is best when you can optimize learning. So, I was glad to see my students so eager to learn , and progressive at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;To sum it up , teaching is great. Teachers are important , having the greatest responsibility when they teach. Loving your students , caring for them , lowering yourself to their level of thinking are a whole new area of teaching. Whoever should take teaching lightly , bear in mind that whatever you've inputed into them goes a long way down their lives in years to come. You can either make them a better person or a not so good one. Teaching has made me appreciate what it means  to take every opportunity to impact the lives around you while you still have the time. After all , it is all about Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-2142707010796867151?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2142707010796867151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=2142707010796867151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/2142707010796867151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/2142707010796867151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-going-on-really.html' title='What&apos;s going on , really ?'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-3742830243069988281</id><published>2008-04-27T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T07:24:40.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Four Wives</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://203.190.254.12/picture/AR2006_page46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://203.190.254.12/picture/AR2006_page46.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;As I gazed into the galaxy and pondered upon the truth of humanity , a story came to my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nah......... Firstly, I would like to state : I didn't  write this. I came across it somewhere and it made much sense. Hm.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a rich king who had four wives. He loved the  fourth wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to the  finest of delicacies. He gave her nothing but the best.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He also loved the third wife very much and was always showing her off to  neighbouring kingdoms.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, he feared that one day she would leave him for another.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The king also loved his second wife. She was his confidante and was always  kind, considerate and patient with him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whenever he had a problem, he could confide in her, and she would help him  get through the difficult times.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The king's first wife was a very loyal partner and had made great  contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, he did not love the first wife. Although she loved him deeply, he  hardly took notice of her!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One day, the king fell ill and knew his time was short.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He thought of his luxurious life and wondered, "I now have four wives with  me, but when I die, I'll be all alone."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thus, he asked the fourth wife, "I have loved you the most, endowed you with  the finest clothing and showered you with great care.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"No way!" replied the fourth wife, and she walked away without another word.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into his heart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The sad king then asked the third wife, "I have loved you all my life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"No!" replied the third wife. "Life is too good! When you die, I'm going to  remarry!" His heart sank and turned cold.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He then asked the second wife, "I have always turned to you for help and  you've always been there for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the second wife.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"At the very most, I can only walk with you to your grave."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Her answer struck him like a bolt of lightning, and the king was devastated.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then a voice called out: "I'll go with you. I'll follow you no matter where  you go."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The king looked up, and there was his first wife. She was very skinny as she  suffered from malnutrition and neglect.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Greatly grieved, the king said, "I should have taken much better care of you  when I had the chance!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In truth, we all have four wives in our lives:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our fourth wife is our body&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; No matter how much time and effort we  lavish on it to make it look good, it will leave us when we die.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our third wife is our possessions, status  and wealth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When we die, it will all go to others.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our second wife is our family and  friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; No matter how much they  have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And our first wife is our  soul&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;often  neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the world.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, our soul is the only thing that will follow us wherever we go.  Cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now, for it is the only part of us that  will follow us to the throne of God and continue with us throughout eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my point. Which of our 'wives' will we value the  most? For the girls , it would mean your husbands of course. By the way , I'm not encouraging polygamy by saying 'which' wife or husbands. It's just an analogy. Jesus said ' For what shall it profit a man if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul ? " I shall ponder on ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666821624045530535-3742830243069988281?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3742830243069988281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=3742830243069988281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/3742830243069988281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/3742830243069988281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/tale-of-four-wives.html' title='A Tale of Four Wives'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666821624045530535.post-7444204608248734153</id><published>2008-04-26T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:53:41.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleventh Hour ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://winmorewithdave.com/i/midnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 164px; height: 158px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://winmorewithdave.com/i/midnight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hey there....... Is now the right time to blog ? Yeah, I suppose. ;) That's why I'm doing it.It's never to late isn't it? Phew! Being an idiot in starting off even a blog , I really had trouble with it. Yeah, like many of you ( when you were new to blog ) , I was taking quite a long time. Nevertheless , I manage to come out with this. So , at least not so bad la huh ? Still , I know you may be still thinking ' what a pumpkin!!' I say ' Amen ' to you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Through this blog , I hope to share with you readers ( whoever you are ) about the things I'm learning , experiences and LIFE. Yeah, all in all , this blog is aimed to glorify God and to encourage my brothers and sisters in Christ. May peace be with you. &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/1666821624045530535-7444204608248734153?l=manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7444204608248734153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1666821624045530535&amp;postID=7444204608248734153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/7444204608248734153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666821624045530535/posts/default/7444204608248734153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manor-of-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/eleventh-hour.html' title='Eleventh Hour ?'/><author><name>manor of thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11582677801845611886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XrjCOPP2Mkw/SZJcLiL8drI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aSK4sDEcy3A/S220/4196779466096s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
