<?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-36122608</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:52:19.970-07:00</updated><category term='Tim is working hard...'/><category term='POP...ORD...ROD LO'/><category term='Making room for God.'/><category term='what label? label label label? Buay sian ah?'/><category term='ATTENTION PLEASE'/><title type='text'>A song, a prayer, a blog for the heart...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-4815764296342122160</id><published>2009-10-14T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:10:55.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a time of reflection...</title><content type='html'>finally... another update, but i think this is going to be my last. I have concluded that I am not a faithful blogger, but a faithful "facebook-er"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... many months have passed and I do feel that I've grown more spiritually and mentality. Not forgetting physically...haw haw haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...i am finally working and am working hard!!! My parents are reaching the age of retirement and i would need to be there for them. Gotta work hard, gotta work smart! i thank God for His grace and blessings during my time in SOT all the way till now. Every step I take, has been guided and directed by Him. Without His leading, I think i would still be searching for jobs - probably the wrong ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is sure tough. But its the tough that keeps u strong. Dr A R Bernard mentioned that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"If you've never experienced the pain of a wrong decision, you'll never celebrate wisdom!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure did make many wrong decisions in life. But i sure learn alot of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking bout that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure wanna make the right decision this time in regards to having a relationship. 3 failed relationships can seriously cause alot of "heart-damage". But thank God for His deliverance.  been a year since the last relationship... I sure hope I am able to find the right partner soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot has happened the past few months and during these months, I have drawn alot of conclusion about many things. and i feel these "many things" have kinda shaped and formed the way I think now, the things i do and the people i want to share my life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see how life's gonna be like for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pen off here... but before I go, let me just say that..."any reflections should cause you to grow towards maturity and not go away from it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;tim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-4815764296342122160?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4815764296342122160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=4815764296342122160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/4815764296342122160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/4815764296342122160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-of-reflection.html' title='a time of reflection...'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-2537343165841576568</id><published>2009-05-26T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T04:11:57.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of Worship</title><content type='html'>Have you been in Christian gatherings where the worship session is downright boring and dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to places where you see people mumbling the lyrics of the song and it seems like a ton of bricks are on their shoulders because their arms are not outstretched towards the Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard people saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"This is the way I worship the Lord!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What's wrong with my posture?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The music's too loud/soft"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The worship leader sings horribly!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oh.. you know that guitarist? I think he is not very good in his skills..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many excuses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Smith said sometimes, as creative people, we tend to think of crazy stuff while worshiping God. I can relate to that! Sometimes we need to step out of our comfort zone and do the unthinkable, because very often, we get settled quickly in the way we worship God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship is not the posture neither does it has to do with the guitarist or song leader! Its not the method, its the heart. The heart to worship. It's to do with your decision. Worship is an attitude. An attitude we show to God! Remember the saying? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"my attitude determines my altitude"&lt;/span&gt;?  It's the same way we apply to our worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see many people worshiping for all sorts of wrong reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 kings 18&lt;/span&gt; talks about how the prophets of Baal had a showdown with Elijah. They wanted to see whose God is greater. The prophets of Baal were into all sorts of methods! Cutting, mutilating,beating, bashing, crying before their god. They did this to themselves! all 850 of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah couldn't take it anymore. He challenged the prophets. He did the unthinkable! Elijah poured water unto his own offering. Finally, he have had enough! Elijah called upon the LORD and fire consumed the offering! The fire of God came and consumed every part of Elijah's worship. You see, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truth is needed in Worship&lt;/span&gt;. An attitude of worship brings Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a heart of worship, when you picture yourself exalting the name of Jesus, you'll know that the fire of God will consume your worship. Your worship becomes pleasing and acceptable to God and the Holy Spirit can move freely in your midst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 47:5 (NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"God has ascended with a mighty shout. The Lord has ascended with trumpets blaring."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like what Ryan Smith says. He said, in the middle of a shout, there's God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's worship God with all our heart, soul and spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-2537343165841576568?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2537343165841576568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=2537343165841576568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/2537343165841576568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/2537343165841576568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/heart-of-worship.html' title='Heart of Worship'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-2558420721126661070</id><published>2009-05-24T06:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T06:21:28.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Making room for God.'/><title type='text'>blogging this blog which is my blog makes you think im crapping in my blog but really, its my blog so I can do what I want with my blog.</title><content type='html'>OK!!! I'm gonna try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pst Phil encouraged us to mediate on the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in my ministry meeting this afternoon, when my ministry IC mentioned Proverbs16:9 while we were praying.  (we were planning our guitar course for the next intake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro 16:9 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A man’s heart plans his way,    But the LORD directs his steps&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often, we plan what we want to do with our time, our lives, our possession, our jobs and we think what we want to do with the people around us. Especially people living in Singapore. I believe we are a people of excellence, anything below our expectations will make us frustrated, stressed up and angry.  When our plans do not go the way we want them to be, we become agitated, and we start to vent our anger, if not, we will start complaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in planning. I grew up with this understanding that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;if you fail to plan, you plan to fai&lt;/span&gt;l. Planning is an important skill we must develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I also believe in making room for the Lord to direct my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 19:21 (NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"you can make many plans, but the Lord's purpose will prevail."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, we forget to make room for God to intervene our plans. We are so caught up fulfilling our plans that we forget what God's opinions are. God's purpose, I believe, works around our plans but the process in fulfilling our plans might just work another way around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not make room for the Lord to direct your steps? It's His purpose that will prevail afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-2558420721126661070?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2558420721126661070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=2558420721126661070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/2558420721126661070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/2558420721126661070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging-blog-on-my-blog-makes-you-want.html' title='blogging this blog which is my blog makes you think im crapping in my blog but really, its my blog so I can do what I want with my blog.'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-8824210741636246139</id><published>2009-03-09T00:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:00:50.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to expand...</title><content type='html'>Pastor Tan definitely preached a very good message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in Agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was listening to him share the Word, I could feel something deep down reaching out, to want to know more. I realized my mistakes and told the Lord that I repent from the mistakes that I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Often, we don't grow together because division sets in. Pastor said, the enemy often figures a way to break the bond/chain that links us all together and we begin to isolate ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Wiki the roman soldiers and found why during ancient times, they would often win battles after battles.  It was because of their formations. One of these formations is known as the wedge formation. It is like the shape of an arrow head. Usually, a unit of legionaries consist of up to 200 soldiers. When soldiers are formed in the Wedge formation, it enables them to withstand enemy armored and heavily-armed infantry. These defenders link their shields to form an all-but impenetrable wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A battle was once fought in Britannia. when more than 120,000 barbarians fought against the roman army in which the romans were clearly outnumbered. The Romans adopted the wedge formation and fought back, resulting in a total victory against the barbarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When a soldier in this formation is slain or wounded, the next soldier from the back takes over his position and continues defending. The wounded soldier is then brought back to his command post to be treated for his wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has this got to do with "standing in agreement"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often, our lives are like fighting in a battle. Our Cell-Groups and the members in it, are like our fellow soldiers fighting this battle against the enemy. Yet, it is quite tragic to find that members are indifferent to each other, gossips and murmuring are happening almost every other days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, this has to stop. We cannot grow, and God cannot be manifested in our midst when we are always standing in disagreement. All our prayer meetings or plans to reach out to the lost will only fail because we are powerless to do anything when we stand in disagreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a difference in my cell group. I want to protect my connect group.  We are gonna stand in Agreement together, and have God manifested in our midst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 by end of the year, YES AND AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT! now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been 4 weeks or is it 5 weeks...??? anyways, its been a few weeks since I joined Guitar Ministry and I'm truly enjoying serving God, serving people. Its great to see people being able to pick up the guitar and start playing now, when they didn't know how to, 4 weeks ago! Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..but I really wanna increase in my skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wui Ping asked if anyone wanna go to the music team. I very much wanted to put up my hands, but the sad truth is that I don't know how to play the electric guitar. If I don't know how to play, HOW TO PASS AUDITION?!! Everyone seems to know how to play the electric guitar, only I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will take this few years until the next opportunity comes, to play in the music team. For now, let me go learn my scales and the different chords.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-8824210741636246139?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8824210741636246139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=8824210741636246139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/8824210741636246139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/8824210741636246139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-to-expand.html' title='I need to expand...'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-334287226241432183</id><published>2009-02-24T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T05:33:16.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's love?</title><content type='html'>He was 40 years old when he held my hand and played with me. He offered me sweets and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here... this is from my pocket. I have nothing much to give, but I think these sweets will make you happy..." .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the sweets from his hands, and saw the smile on his face. It was a genuine smile. I knew it because he didn't know how else he could make someone happy. He felt he was too much of a burden to his own family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife walked up to him and offered him a bowl of soup. She told him to be careful because the soup was hot. I saw that smile faded away because He felt he needed someone to feed him but he didn't quite like that idea.  He said, "Honey, its ok, I can still see... its just black and white images, but I can still see... don't worry about me." .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 years passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked pasted him this morning and found he has completely lost his sight. He stood there at the train station, with his left hand stretched out, and the other, with his walking stick and 3 packets of tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed some cash in his hands and said a little prayer, that God will protect him and if possible,  regain his sight before he grows old and pass on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teared when I walked away from him. I remembered, as a child, I would go to his house and play with him, sit on his lap and sing songs together with him. That was all he could do, but I felt that he was happy and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I saw him after 20 years, I found him standing even though he feels tired, probably feeling lost and hopeless because he couldn't even see, couldn't even tell what time it was. All he could do was to stand there, receive generous donations by passer bys, and wait for his wife to come fetch him after a day's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he could think of, was the memories he had, probably 30 years ago, when his sight was totally fine back then. The picture of his life, his wife, the things he did, how young he looked are probably still fresh in his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blind man, is the man standing at the Clementi MRT Station. I knew him when I was young. Uncle Peter is his name I think... God bless his soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-334287226241432183?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/334287226241432183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=334287226241432183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/334287226241432183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/334287226241432183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-love.html' title='What&apos;s love?'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-7527862905018699835</id><published>2008-12-10T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:43:50.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK!!! blog blog blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, I wanna really say a BIG THANK YOU to all who have contributed to my bday presents, its been quite awhile since I had a good...no..REALLY GOOD presents for my birthday, so... you guys made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are those presents you asked? 1stly, I had a "challenge your kidneys and liver" treat coz I had a chocolate fest at Max Brenners, along with my younger siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had another "liver-infecting" moment, we hung out at Timbre for some drinks with strange tasting pizzas but it was all fun la. FOR THE 1ST TIME I DRANK with MR CHNG?! POWER LA I TELL YOU! IT WAS ALL the "AH PEKS" drinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the surprise present from the rest was really awesome. $150 Ed Hardy Vouchers. I was seriously shocked la. So...thank you guys for your treats and time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS IS COMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love christmas. Its the most cosy time of the year. Too bad my sister won't be around to celebrate with us. THAT MEANS ONE LESSER PERSON TO FIGHT FOR THE TURKEY DRUMSTICK WITH ME! ok sorry jie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as I was saying, I love christmas. I have this "tradition" of leaving the christmas tree lights on, on the eve of christmas and on christmas day itself. I would listen to christmas jazz overnight, during these two nights and sleep. Its my own tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not for CNY right? You don't expect me to listen to those "dong dong dong chiang!" songs overnight right? perhaps I might just sleep with money all over my bed la, but not for CNY la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! its gonna be the end of the year soon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot has happened this year...hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup... went through a break up la, (LESSON LEARNT! NEVER RUSH INTO A RELATIONSHIP! ya...i admit, i was dumb...) kena stone in kidney la, financial difficulties la, lots of "testings" la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! I feel that 2009 is gonna be the best year yet! Greater things to come! I pray that my family will prosper financially even during this gloomy period. Recession...BUT GOD! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pray that this year will end well la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to visit my sis soon though..havent seen her for 10 months already. Gonna save up money to fly over next year before SOT starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK MAN! I THINK...THIS IS GONNA BE THE LAST BLOG FOR 2008, DUNNO WHEN TO BLOG IN 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK DUDES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAVE A BLESSED YEAR AHEAD, REMEMBER ME WHEN YOU GET RICH, HOPE YOU WILL FIND A SUITABLE MATE, JUST REMEMBER,  DONT GET A ...." oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-7527862905018699835?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7527862905018699835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=7527862905018699835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/7527862905018699835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/7527862905018699835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-blog-blog-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-7651234469825358072</id><published>2008-09-21T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:13:59.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim is working hard...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RIGHT! ok, 7am and I'm blogging before I make my way to the office. FINALLY I'M BLOGGING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how most, if not, all my introductions in the entries that I write, are of the same thing. "YAY I AM BLOGGING AGAIN......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOKOK... I just don't have the habit + the time to blog so much yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 mins more before I leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna talk about my work today. Been 3 weeks in this company, and my workload is starting to pile up. F1 is coming to town this week and many companies are gonna watch the race as a corporate event. Happy for them, Sad of me. Well, not quite sad actually... just....TENSED. My weekend this week is burnt and I have to go for make up service on sat, then rush back to the event and continue working my butt off. Why...O WHY must my 1st assignment be such a mega huge event? WHY can't they remember that I'm still new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! But since pastor's been preaching about servanthood + sons &amp;amp; daughters of the Kingdom... I think I'm ready to face this challenge with a positive attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God my manager is a christian, which makes it more easy for me when I explain to her that I need to go to church &amp;amp; cell group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 3 weeks has passed and I am feeling pretty tired. I spoke to two of my best friends this week, one was telling me to make sure I get rest, the other one was laughing at how busy we are. LOL! Makes me feel I'm not the only one. I thank God for friends like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok folks, its time to go, till I blog again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-7651234469825358072?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7651234469825358072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=7651234469825358072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/7651234469825358072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/7651234469825358072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/right-ok-7am-and-im-blogging-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-1571658066419301649</id><published>2008-08-17T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:28:41.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok I want to say that I am sorry for being like that just now, but I really don't know how to react and what to think hence that behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chillin' at Macs just now after we bunked at Jingyi's place for awhile... Sam and Jingyi asked "what sort of girls am I looking for?" kinda questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all ah, I dunno if I'm of any worth in anyone's eyes la seriously? DO I LOOK LIKE I AM THAT TYPE THAT WILL FIND ANYONE EASILY??? Stop! I know what u are thinking. BUT AH! the truth is that I do find it hard to tell the girl I like her la... how ah how?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lei... they asked what kinda gal I want right? so I tell them "girl next door" kind... so if u ever happen to know someone that fits into this category, tell me k? Intro me to her. wahahah.. no la.. I shy.. AKU SHY LA SIA?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya and there are other criteria involved... but as of now, seriously.. think I needa widen my circle of friends in church hor...sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If relationships are about getting in and out of one.. then why get into one sia? kk be positive right? I seriously pray this next one will be the final one.. of cors a happy one la! settle down with her and have kids!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell u... its about time we discuss about this right? im not 21 years old lei!!! im gonna be freaking 25!!! yea of cors.. 1st of all, we gotta talk about my health right? kk let me shed another 7 kg by feb k? then let it progress from there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la! gonna pray tomo in church so gotta sleep early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-1571658066419301649?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1571658066419301649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=1571658066419301649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/1571658066419301649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/1571658066419301649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-i-want-to-say-that-i-am-sorry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-809541570224961070</id><published>2008-07-22T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T03:31:21.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am finding out that maybe I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;That I've fallen down and I can't do this alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me, this is what I need, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you&lt;br /&gt;We could sing our own but what would it be without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing now and it's been so long&lt;br /&gt;Since I've heard the sound, the sound of my only hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I will be listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you&lt;br /&gt;We could sing our own but what would it be without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heart, it beats, beats for only you&lt;br /&gt;This heart, it beats, beats for only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heart, it beats, beats for only you&lt;br /&gt;My heart is your's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heart, it beats, beats for only you&lt;br /&gt;My heart is your's&lt;br /&gt;(My heart, it beats for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heart, it beats, beats for only you&lt;br /&gt;(It beats, beats for only you. My heart is your's)&lt;br /&gt;My heart, my heart is your's&lt;br /&gt;(Please don't go now, Please don't fade away)&lt;br /&gt;My heart, my heart is your's&lt;br /&gt;(Please don't go now, Please don't fade away)&lt;br /&gt;My heart is your's&lt;br /&gt;My heart is your's&lt;br /&gt;(Please don't go now, Please don't fade away)&lt;br /&gt;My heart is your's&lt;br /&gt;My heart is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the music vid&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vHQXdgoOmM&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-809541570224961070?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/809541570224961070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=809541570224961070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/809541570224961070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/809541570224961070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-finding-out-that-maybe-i-was-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-2072050951848428211</id><published>2008-07-15T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:53:58.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra! Extra! read all about it!</title><content type='html'>kk... I know.. some people like sam and jingyi always comment I never blog so don't bother reading my entries right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flipping through Boston Herald (brought back from Boston..uh..DUH..) and I was reading this article... maybe I should just type the whole thing out for you to read.. I find it simply stupid because... aiya.. you read and you'll understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"THE AGONY AND THE ECSTASY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Man Sues Church for Injury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KNOXVILLE - Tenn. A man says he was so consumed by the spirit of God that he fell and hit his head while worshipping. Now he wants Lakewind Church to pay USD2.5 Million for medical bills, lost income, pain and suffering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matt Lincoln says he is suing after the church's insurance company denied his claim for medical bills. The 57 year old has had two surgeries since the June 2007 injury but still feels pain in his back and legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He says he was asking God to have "a real experience" while praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lincoln says he has fallen from the force of the Spirit before but has always been caught by someone standing behind him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lawyers for the church say other congregants saw him on the floor laughing after his fall.  - Associated Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1st of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like the way it was being framed in the papers. The words " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so consumed" &lt;/span&gt;and "real &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;" feels like its making a mockery out of the move of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ndly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like this: Have you ever heard people saying "show me who God is and I will believe"? I say... they could probably be like this man.. in fact, this man is a christian for crying out loud! Anyways, they could one moment, experience God and the next moment turn their back on God and deny Him. Thing is this, I think, Jesus do walk on the face of this earth everyday and while He is God, He is also Man. So for all you know, He might have just walked pass you a couple of times in your life and you never knew it was Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying to say is... people do experience God but some just simply turn their faces away from Him. End of the day, it's your faith that counts my friends. Walking with "Information" alone doesn't bring about change. Walking in "Revelation" does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. what else are there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. yea.. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kids got injured in a Drive -By"&lt;/span&gt;.  KIDS!  Who on earth would shoot kids?! Tsk.. terrible people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gays congregate to have sex on beach&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGREGATE?!!!! SICK....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. .Mercs...cheap there man.. USD 12,000. MERC!?! tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. I'm going back to reading my papers... The Boston Globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-2072050951848428211?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2072050951848428211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=2072050951848428211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/2072050951848428211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/2072050951848428211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/extra-extra-read-all-about-it.html' title='Extra! Extra! read all about it!'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-4945684841207940698</id><published>2008-06-11T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T07:59:08.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to blogging again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a leg of a pig? ( I know...what a question to ask at the start of a new entry right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back home from my RT training (oh btw, its the last session, woot!) and I found an entire leg of a pig in my kitchen's basin. IT IS HUMONGOUSLY HUMONGOUS because it filled the entire section of the basin. I'm not kidding folks. IT'S DARN HUGE. 30kg people! Too bad I forgot to take a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you might think how is it gonna fit into the freezer right? well... thanks to my dad, (he was the one that brought it home...yea he backpacked it..hilarious right?) and the joke was that... I had to cut it up (because they = dad and mum, complaint they were getting too old and they couldn't cut anything more than a vegetable) and put the meat into different plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I enjoyed the sensation of cutting something that looks like a fat mama's thigh. The sensational feeling of going cannibalistic kinda filled my entire soul for that moment and I spend a good 30 min trying to saw thru the hard parts of the leg. Oh sadism~...sweet sweet sadism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm not really being sadistic? According to May and Sam, they think I am really sadistic but think about it folks... the pig is already dead. What I was doing, was merely butchering the leg which the pig can't feel anymore because its the leg right? And the leg is detached from the body? And there's no blood involved? No screaming coming from the pig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh btw, pigs really scream alot when they die...I kinda youtubed it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea so think about it. I wouldn't want to kill a live one given a chance to? I'll leave it to the butcher. Tim is kind after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's everyone doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months have passed since ya know.. and I'm kinda doing well surprisingly. haha, self praise... but it is true! Just ask the people around me. Except that there is one tiny problem but I think I can fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in a dilemma. Have you ever been in a situation where you regretted doing something and now u are at a cross road and you can't really tell anyone except God Himself because people might come chasing you with machetes and wooden poles if they would ever find out? HAHAHAHA... rest assured people. I didn't do anything immoral or illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just applied for my BTT (FINALLY) and I'm all excited about it. These days, I keep eyeing the new Honda Jazz and I really pray I will get one, at least I can bring my mum out marketing? (yea right... every son says that when they wish for a car)  but well, we will see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I need to do alittle bit of shout out. First of all, this blog design isn't a girly design. It was simply designed by a girl. (I think?) And secondly, I think the previous blog skin was horrendously kiddish and too complex to use. I like (click) and "Oh there's my blog! Ah! Words!" instead of having to click four boxes to navigate. Complex things make things complicated. This blogskin will do me just fine for now, I just need something simple and nice. Bear with me the pink colors. I dun like them either but I DON'T HAVE A CHOICE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pen off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-4945684841207940698?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4945684841207940698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=4945684841207940698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/4945684841207940698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/4945684841207940698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-to-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-4069695558465497718</id><published>2008-04-23T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T11:47:51.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning?</title><content type='html'>Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's about time I start blogging again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently most of you, the ones closer to me already knew what happened and yes till today, I would still think... but anyways, while some probably think "all good things come to an end", I choose to think most good things come to an end for the better good. After taking a final walk along memory lane, I decided to close this chapter and move on. Should I continue to dwell in misery? Certainly not! However, I leave it all to God and I want to leave this time to focus on the other things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuerong was sharing with me the other day, about being a living sacrifice. I was truly blessed by the simple word that she shared with me and I knew I had to do something about my life. I truly feel God is using her to impact many people's lives and everytime she shares something about God with me, I feel blessed and encouraged. (CHEY! I advertise you, better remember me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been accomodated by alot of people recently, and I must specially thank these people for constantly making sure I am alright. They didn't just asked if I am alright, they actually came over to my place just to spend time with me and I will be forever grateful for that. So now, I just wanna say Thank You and guys, I love you with all my heart, to Terry, Yuerong, Elvin, Junfeng, Tsun, Vincent, Samuel, Sam, Ben and Jo... you guys rock my socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you might be thinking what have I been doing? Yup! I've been busy resume-whoring every company I come across that interests me and I lost count of how many I've already sent and I am afraid I might just send not just once but twice or more to the same companies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alil desperate to get a job, I applied for a position with DSTA as well as a DXO with Mindef. Sam said I was nuts to apply for it but hey! It's not about the money right? It's about the XP dudes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides spamming my resumes, I've been with Terry for the past 2 weeks. My gosh, this fella is crazy I tell you. He not only irritates me, he transforms me into an irritant too. haha! But I love him with all my heart. I think we should be brothers and not cousins man... ask your mother if she is ready to adopt a god-son soon. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been prawning as well, and I managed to get Elvin and Yuerong to prawn together with me. We spend 1.5 hrs trying to catch a prawn but we couldn't not until about 1.45 hrs when I caught the 1st prawn (HAO LIAN!) and from then on, everyone managed to fish out some more. I tell you, the feeling of fishing out the prawn is unexplainable. It's like outreach ya know. Reaching out to your friends and when they come, WOW!!! You are overjoyed especially if they respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok people, I will pen off here and I don't know when will I pen again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa Love&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-4069695558465497718?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4069695558465497718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=4069695558465497718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/4069695558465497718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/4069695558465497718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning?'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-2609954739871600403</id><published>2008-03-16T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:32:23.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reservice...again...</title><content type='html'>Grrrrr.... Don't like waking up so early in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 6.30am now, 15 mins time and I am leaving for my reservice training....again... wonder how's it gonna be like this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways people, you all take care ah! Especially Darling, pls take care k! HOPE YOU'LL MISS ME AGAIN!! BLEAK!  go enjoy urself with the rest of the crazy people in our class ok?! yup! i'll call u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok pple! see ya 2 weeks later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-2609954739871600403?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2609954739871600403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=2609954739871600403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/2609954739871600403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/2609954739871600403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/reserviceagain.html' title='Reservice...again...'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-8691758441705126475</id><published>2008-03-06T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T08:37:44.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! The 1st blog of the year. Oh, and it started in the month of March... what a bummer, Tim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams...&lt;br /&gt;Destiny...&lt;br /&gt;Hope...&lt;br /&gt;Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times we've heard of these four words right? Especially those of the Christian faith. Sometimes I wonder how could these four words ever apply to me. I know the ones that experience these things, I've heard the things they speak.  Yet so many times, I  wonder why am I not experiencing these things? Dreams? What dreams? You knew my thoughts the day I was born but why am I still walking a trail filled with thorns? Dreaming...Dare to Dream... It feels like I would have to run through a forest, filled with thorny bushes. Destiny?  With the experiences I go through, what destiny lies ahead of me? And how about Hope? Holding on to what? Where? Since I've been walking this path of thorns, what hope is there set before my eyes? I feel alone whenever I am walking down this path. The same path that leads to the light? LIGHT? where?&lt;br /&gt;Who loves me when I walk through this road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because there's the Light set before me(Dreams and Visions), I look to You and the more I walk through the shrubs and brush aside these thorns, it seems I get better at this while I lean onto You for comfort and assurance. Strength that You gave me to take one more step at a time so that I can walk closer to where You want me to be. You set before me a choice to choose between two paths, one of destruction and the other, Life. And I know Your love still shines down on me, so that I can still love others. I still need You.. till the day I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-8691758441705126475?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8691758441705126475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=8691758441705126475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/8691758441705126475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/8691758441705126475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-1st-blog-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-1421766846644992967</id><published>2007-11-28T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:04:32.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tim!</title><content type='html'>1st of all, I wanna say a BIG thank you to the people who really made an effort to come down and celebrate my birthday, THANK YOU GUYS! I think it really made my day cause I didn't expect you guys will be there. People from the "power rangers" group and from the cell group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! OH but there are couple of people I really needa thank properly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling: Thank you so much for all that you've done. You made my day! All the big and little     surprises truly blew me away! HA! But uh... you were naughty...because you said there                wasn't anymore surprises left but when we walked out into the sky garden at Vivo City,               they were all waiting there!!! hahaha!!! Anyways, You gotta be the best darling around                  on the face of this earth! Thank you so much hons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent: Thanks Bro for remembering my birthday every year, never failing to take me out for dinner! And not just these... you have never failed to make an effort to meet up and have conversations once in a while. I guess its hard to maintain good relationships when two people are not together all the time. You have your own life, I have mine. But you make it possible for us to maintain as best friends. (sounds gay huh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyara: HAHA!!! Thanks alot for all you've done for lis and for me. You wanna be our secretary next time? hahaha.. okok.. thank you so much for providing for us at times, sharing what you have. I truly hope this friendship we have will stay strong and faithful. Last but not least, thank you for helping lis in your contributions, without your help, we would be "stuck" most of the times. Its that "can do" attitude that really impresses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwar: BROTHER BROTHER!!! you rascal you. You knew it all along! ha! well...now see la...we have to do sth for your birthday! SIAN AH!!! hahahahaha.. FIT! anyways, thank you for your contribution and your efforts too! you make a great friend! I also hope we'll make an effort to maintain our friendships even after we grad..again.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! Done! now.. I have a couple of photos here you might wanna take a look. They celebrated my bday yesterday at Vivo City. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gUrg908pmzo/R046GH8k9sI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DgstkXyxf_k/s320/CIMG4680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138108101763069634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gUrg908pmzo/R046HH8k9tI/AAAAAAAAACY/pZK8UQjrvnA/s1600-h/CIMG4681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gUrg908pmzo/R046HH8k9tI/AAAAAAAAACY/pZK8UQjrvnA/s320/CIMG4681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138108118942938834" 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/36122608-1421766846644992967?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1421766846644992967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=1421766846644992967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/1421766846644992967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/1421766846644992967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-tim.html' title='Happy Birthday Tim!'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gUrg908pmzo/R041o38k9iI/AAAAAAAAABE/oE_W01GBCqk/s72-c/PB280536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-5428889007188642229</id><published>2007-11-06T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:23:21.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW!!! its definitely been a long time I last updated my blog yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know..I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY!!! Look at the bright side!!! I'm still blogging after all yes?! Ah...but I'm thinking of moving over to Myspace... shall see what wind blows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! Perhaps some of you already know that I work part time as a educational trail facilitator , it is not bad actually. feels like fun! IT IS FUN!!! One of those jobs  you'll never get sick and tired of because you'll get to meet all sorts of kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, I did a trail with Pasir Ris Primary School and we had to facilitate the primary ones. My gosh... my heart is still with them la. SO CUTE CAN?! had a girl, Joey, coming up to me with teary eyes and said, "Teacher Timothy... Shaun said my water bottle looks like an ogre..*sniff* *sniff*...". I was like.."my gosh..this kinda thing also wanna cry..." then I remembered these small people are just primary one. So I went over to her table, told little Shaun to stop bullying Joey, cheered Joey up with my camera phone and there! This is her, smiling!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gUrg908pmzo/RzECeYlWv4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/sfCLkuGG_HY/s1600-h/Joey+Pasir+Ris+Primary.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gUrg908pmzo/RzECeYlWv4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/sfCLkuGG_HY/s320/Joey+Pasir+Ris+Primary.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129884171570167682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she cute? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Nicole... she was so adorable... barely less than 5 min after introducing myself to the class, she starts holding my hands, playing with my fingers and soon, Joey and some other students start playing with me. Nicole was really independent, she didn't need me to constantly help her with her work, and she went around helping everyone. There she is...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gUrg908pmzo/RzED0IlWv5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/iz-_GWL00No/s1600-h/Nicole+Pasir+Ris+Primary.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gUrg908pmzo/RzED0IlWv5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/iz-_GWL00No/s320/Nicole+Pasir+Ris+Primary.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129885644743950226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the whole trail, It was time to say goodbye... FOR THE 1ST TIME, I NEARLY SHED A TEAR because I was starting to miss them so much! So when Joey and Nicole went to the school bus to bring them back home from school, I thought that was the end and I will not get a chance to play with them again. SUDDENLY, Nicole and Joey started pulling my arms and legs. They were given 5 min to play on the pouch before leaving school. So we played and when it was really time to leave, I made them promise me they will study hard and be good kids. hahaha... oh and you know what? They didn't want me to go, so they asked me, "can we give you our house number so that you can talk to us tonight?" hahahaha so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Lis I'm missing them so much... the both of us are missing our students so much. Lis had her share of fun as well... ahh...kids...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-5428889007188642229?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5428889007188642229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=5428889007188642229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/5428889007188642229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/5428889007188642229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/wow-its-definitely-been-long-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gUrg908pmzo/RzECeYlWv4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/sfCLkuGG_HY/s72-c/Joey+Pasir+Ris+Primary.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-1609417181046900676</id><published>2007-10-14T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T16:52:13.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of May...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love this song! At least it really touches my heart each time I listen to it. It means alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's coz when I was a toddler or so, Dad would always sing this to me when I'm in bed.  Listen to it... it is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interpret the lyrics on your own... to me, it means my dad was seeing into the future, how the bonding between father and son will always be strong, despite knowing that all sons will grow up someday, leaving the house, leaving his parents, leaving on his own, leaving for his wife, his kids, his career...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to love while others used to play.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,&lt;br /&gt;someone else moved in from far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,&lt;br /&gt;and you don't ask the time of day.&lt;br /&gt;But you and I, our love will never die,&lt;br /&gt;but guess we'll cry come first of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apple tree that grew for you and me,&lt;br /&gt;I watched the apples falling one by one.&lt;br /&gt;And I recall the moment of them all,&lt;br /&gt;the day I kissed your cheek and you were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,&lt;br /&gt;and you don't ask the time of day.&lt;br /&gt;But you and I, our love will never die,&lt;br /&gt;but guess we'll cry come first of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,&lt;br /&gt;do do do do do do do do do...&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by,&lt;br /&gt;someone else moved in from far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-1609417181046900676?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1609417181046900676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=1609417181046900676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/1609417181046900676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/1609417181046900676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-of-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-4682791833859863301</id><published>2007-09-20T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:06:01.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For Sam and Yuerong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Today Lis and I went to buy fishballs for cell group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-4682791833859863301?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4682791833859863301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=4682791833859863301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/4682791833859863301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/4682791833859863301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-sam-and-yuerong-dear-blog-today-lis.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-215582512384221590</id><published>2007-09-01T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T10:07:50.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHHHH HAPPPPEEE DAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! The day has come...the day of all days, its today.. today is the day man!!! OH HAPPEE DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! BEHOLD! i give you!!!!! the darling of my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gUrg908pmzo/RtmbqVk-zkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/h8oXNMacfJ8/s1600-h/230820071042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gUrg908pmzo/RtmbqVk-zkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/h8oXNMacfJ8/s320/230820071042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105282804250234434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes! 1 sept 2007, we are finally attached! I love her with all my heart, soul and mind! But most imptly, I love God with all my soul, heart and mind! Thank You God for all that You have done for the both of us! WE LOVE YOU! Seriously, nothing else matters more than my love for You Dear Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You and you (sweetie!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-215582512384221590?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/215582512384221590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=215582512384221590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/215582512384221590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/215582512384221590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/ohhhh-happppeee-day-finally-day-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gUrg908pmzo/RtmbqVk-zkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/h8oXNMacfJ8/s72-c/230820071042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-8491244387346187043</id><published>2007-08-13T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T05:25:02.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Rehab" by Amy Winehouse... I'm diggin it right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS... I came across my lil (YES LIL) sis's blog and I read one of her entry whereby she mentioned how her mind becomes blank when she's about to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW...mine's alil worse than her's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine's like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;State of Mind When I am about to Blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"got alot of things to talk about today...hmmm..what should I blog about???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ahhhh..I know..something funny...as usual..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FINGERS REACHED OUT TO THE KEYBOARD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"www.blogg....*deletes the whole thing*..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"arrghh...kkk blog...BLOG TIM!!! U FAT PIG! BLOG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fingers reach out and starts logging into Blogger.com"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh! new post! weee! here I come!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mind stares blankly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink..blink...wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uh...ok..what to type?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Clicks "back" and play computer games!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-8491244387346187043?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8491244387346187043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=8491244387346187043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/8491244387346187043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/8491244387346187043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/rehab-by-amy-winehouse.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-6719286841648794543</id><published>2007-08-01T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:47:17.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D.I.Y Ice Cream! You probably would have known whereabouts I went to eat. Yuki Yaki! Yum! Where all the yucky food is...ahaha! No la, It's pretty worth the money; About 25 per adult, Student price is only available during lunch on the weekdays. Yup! It has got all the prawns and different kinds of meat, ESPECIALLY SLICED BEEF! Someone please tell Elvin about it. I think all the sliced beef went over to Yuki Yaki bro. You might have realised that ZHEN FA HAI XIAN doesn't have sliced beef no more. Totally disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you give tips to a waiter? We were eating and she came along, took some time out to clean the mess we created and even bothered to help us out with the ice cream. At that point, I was prompted to bless her with some tips. Little did I know, that she came over to Singapore from the Philippines as an intern for 6 months. She only gets $450 each month and that tip definitely helped her some way or another. 10 bucks. Yea...You probably must be thinking, you guys are nuts. No we are not, it feels good blessing someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back home, I looked at my guitar for quite a long time. I just stared at it for a long long time, and memories flooded my mind. I told God that I am happy serving Him once again with my guitar and tho some of you know how much I long to come back to "home ground" to play, I am happy serving the Lord everywhere I go. I do realize that you grow so much more when you are being called to serve in places you "do not wish to go". Not that I dread going to other cell groups, but its always comfortable being in our own cell groups. Sometimes it gets too comfy! Yet, I remembered when I was a small boy, I would pray to God and tell Him how I want to go to different places to play for Him. One time, when I was packing my classical guitar into the case, (I think I was 8 then..) someone came up to me and asked me "Tim, what would you do if you lose both arms or fingers, and you cannot play the guitar no more?" I replied "Sir, I would thank God for the times He gave me the ability and the skills to play for Him and I will remember the songs I played as long as I live." God brought me back to that day I said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered, with tears in my eyes, I came home, locked my door, knelt down before the Lord and cried. I wanted to play the guitar all my life for Him. I cried to God, telling Him how much I wanted to be a good guitarist, one that is able to usher in the presence of God. 8 years old, I knelt down and cry out. Now, years have passed and I think I am where I wanted myself to be...But now, with a greater purpose to improve constantly, and with a humble heart, God brought me back to remembrance the day I pledged my hands to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at my guitar the whole while with tears in my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, I will fulfill what I am called to do, this time, I will not drop the baton...I'm all for You..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-6719286841648794543?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6719286841648794543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=6719286841648794543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/6719286841648794543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/6719286841648794543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/d.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-2193575282672493010</id><published>2007-07-19T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T20:48:57.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what label? label label label? Buay sian ah?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last published 13 June 2007...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...got so long meh? haha...perhaps la huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, hi folks, welcome back to my blog again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was away in Hawaii surfing the big waves and eating coconuts to my heart's content, looking at the beach babes.. YOUR HEAD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty lazy blogging lately coz oh well ya know, work work work makes me don't wanna type anything out at the end of the day and play play play keeps me away from blogspot.com or rather blogger.com . I just wanna make time for maself and maself alone. HA! okok..sorry God, of cors You come 1st in everything I do. OK! SO NOTHING much's been going on this whole time while I didn't blog but it's been a challenging period for us this month, we were put to the test twice and yea, we are very sure we wanna go ahead with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently went to the beach with those crazy guys again...I do miss the times I chill out with my brothers. YES EVEN YOU JINGYI, YOU ARE MY BRADDER.  BUT! too much of it becomes sian too right? ahhh~ see? NO LA, not that I don't wanna spend time with u all la, but ya know, jeff's got a higher calling, junfeng's bio clock is in a mess, jingyi is working, clubbing, studying, sleeping..sigh..where got time?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 MONTH MORE TO SCHOOL REEEEOPEN!!! seriously, this is the 1st time in my entire life I look forward to start schooling again. NEVER in my life have I been so excited. I was always playful and naughty but I think as we all grow older, we gotta knock some sense into our head yes? BUT! I'll probably still be as naughty and playful as can be but be hardworking at the same time. It is possible. Ask Lis and Tyara how I was like in school back then. HAHAH...the most hardworking slacker. AH! but ya know what? Imma still gonna bully u lis and tyara. muahhaha.. can't wait to spend crazy times with u all again! esp with the four of u! lis, anwar, ty, tim.. er...tim?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok folks, my fingers are cramped up already, hope you look forward to read my blog again next month...er... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok folks,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-2193575282672493010?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2193575282672493010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=2193575282672493010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/2193575282672493010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/2193575282672493010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-published-13-june-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-5198262606224701015</id><published>2007-06-13T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:23:32.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ATTENTION PLEASE'/><title type='text'>ATTENTION PLS</title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to the recent entry that sparked everyone's attention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to delete it because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of ppl asking me if it is them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last time people, NO I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I blogged that down was because, in my mind, I realised how important it is to love people fervently and really mean what you say when you tell the people you love them. "you" in that blog was not referring to a person but a mentality. I was addressing this to myself. I was once someone who know all the right things but have never really loved the people. I thought I was right all the while. Why did he say he wasn't happy with my leadership? ah! Now I realised. But its too late! I was rather fed up with myself for being such a "hypocrite" (don't mind me saying!) no wonder Paul said without love, everything is done in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, People left the church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well! I'm positive and though I fell, and I may fall again, but I'll keep on keeping on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people... please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not talking about you, neither am I addressing this to any living being. I hope you understand that. I blog to express my thoughts, feelings and desires... but never directing a blame to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-5198262606224701015?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5198262606224701015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=5198262606224701015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/5198262606224701015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/5198262606224701015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/attention-pls.html' title='ATTENTION PLS'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-8811120802963324911</id><published>2007-06-10T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T07:55:31.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok in regards to the previous post, PLEASE..THIS ISN'T PINPOINTING YOU... its my thoughts aloud yes? I got alot of pple asking me "is it me?" hahaha.. please guys, its not you. I promise k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-8811120802963324911?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8811120802963324911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=8811120802963324911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/8811120802963324911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/8811120802963324911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/hi-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-5666559645287671156</id><published>2007-05-27T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T08:40:18.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello folks! yes I'm back after a long long time of being MIA.. haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my graduation project oral presentation tomorrow and I think I am falling alil sick. BUT! I claim upon the promises of God and believe in faith that I am healed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor recently taught us on the Sermon on the Mount and its beattitudes. It is really a time of sorting yourself out. Checking the different areas in my life that are not right with God and rededicating those areas back to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMERGE IS COMING!!! WOOT WOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, ever since Pastor preached about the beattitudes, I've been praying this prayer in my heart every single day... its like reciting in my heart and I wanna type this out cause I think, through this prayer, I can encourage some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I come before You&lt;br /&gt;With a heart broken and contrite to You&lt;br /&gt;For that is what You search for&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for the things I've made it&lt;br /&gt;I come before You with a heart of repentance&lt;br /&gt;God I want to be hungry for You&lt;br /&gt;More of Your presence&lt;br /&gt;More of the anointing&lt;br /&gt;More of Your power&lt;br /&gt;More of Your glory&lt;br /&gt;God, I am not satisfied where I am&lt;br /&gt;I want more of You in my life!&lt;br /&gt;Father, I want to have the meekness of heart&lt;br /&gt;God I want to have the pureness of heart.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I want to see Your face&lt;br /&gt;I want to experience You&lt;br /&gt;Let me have a divine encounter with You&lt;br /&gt;cause I never want to let You go&lt;br /&gt;God hear my cry!&lt;br /&gt;God, give me new visions, new dreams,&lt;br /&gt;that I may continue to run this race for You&lt;br /&gt;God! I want to run this race hard for You.&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want to let You go&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the one that follows Your heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the one that remembers Your 1st Love&lt;br /&gt;God I love You&lt;br /&gt;And I want to grow up in You, never leaving You.&lt;br /&gt;Help me God...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-5666559645287671156?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5666559645287671156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=5666559645287671156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/5666559645287671156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/5666559645287671156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-folks-yes-im-back-after-long-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-7952333284129119653</id><published>2007-03-30T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T08:03:51.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At last...my studies in MDIS is coming to an end. After this semester's examination and the completion of my graduation project, I would be out there working once again. Its been a long time i last worked. I remembered how I could afford to lavish myself in the past because of the pay. This time, I hope I can get to earn alil more because I plan to head back to study and advance my diploma. Studies is definitely important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never regretted studying in MDIS, because there, I learn to pick myself up and I have never believed that I would be able to score well for my examinations without re modules but God is good all the time. He guided me through my life in MDIS, ensured success in my studies and favor upon me to my fellow classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad however, that in every walk you take in life, there will be people that disappoint you. I have learned to discern in befriending people. Sometimes, People are just ignorant of the things you do for them. Ignorance is foolishness my friends. And because of an incident, I thank God I didn't go any further in befriending them. Shows their true colors and immaturity. Yes I forgave them but it brings me to notice how poisonous they can be should I continue to befriend them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! But there are those that continuously sow into my life. May not be that long for some, but through our conversations and actions, these people are sincere for what they have done, and I wanna thank them for all they have done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;To Lis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Apart from God, You are the source of strength, the joy and happiness in my life. You have seen my ups and downs in my life but never cease to help me whenever I needed help. You are like Wisdom, making sure our paths are righteous, making sure we are a testimony to the rest of the people. Throughout my life in MDIS, I always had fun with you around. I love all the bullying, joking, laughing, teasing, and all the times we share with each other our lives and the turmoils we go through. I look forward to spend the rest of my days with you, and definitely looking forward to the day we officiate! Thank You so much for all you have done, You are the best and its definitely an honor to have known you. From day 1, our friendship was made in heaven and is sealed with everlasting joy,peace and love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;To Ben:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You have been a great friend indeed. Through the times we studied in MDIS, you have never failed to prove your faithfulness as a friend. I am greatly thankful for the times you have helped us financially. I will definitely miss your craps and your dumb questions but I will try my very best to keep this friendship on-going. Thank you Ben for trusting me and the rest. Also, I want you to know that with you around, I will always have fun because of you will always laugh "one kind"! So I pray Ben, that you will continue to grow in the Lord and be a better person as you grow older. Alot of things you have yet to learn, but you will learn someday and I pray that you will grow in wisdom and strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To Tyara:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hey Dudette... Well! its a pity I only got to know you better at the last semester of school, but I definitely had fun with you and Shane around. Always listening to you crap and your finger signs everywhere brings a smile on my face all the time. I pray that God will give you strength to go on in life and wisdom too. You too will grow older someday and while you do, I wish you the best in all you do, may u succeed in everything you pursue after. May prosperity and favor be with you all the days of your life. Thank you for helping me cheer Lis up when I was in reservice and thank you for all you have contributed in our circle of friends. I too will promise to try my best to keep in touch aye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To Anwar aka Lt Wu:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sir! haha!! HORMAT KEDEPAN HORMAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear Bro, thank you for all you have done. I deeply regret that we only got to know each other better in the last semester but I have had fun with you and the rest. Because of our age similarity, I am glad someone understands what I think besides Lis la of cors. hahah! but You have been there all the time for us and I am really thankful for a friend like you. Well bro, I wish you the best in all you do too, may u be successful in life and I hope someday, you will make it big! haha! I too will try my best to keep in touch and perhaps someday, we can LIM KOPI at some kopi tiam? haha!! old men's meeting eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;so guys, there you go! I think I should also send my gratification to you guys because its you guys that make my stay in MDIS a wonderful experience. (ok lets not talk about the unmentionables) but thank you guys for being there all the time, having patience with me. Love you guys heaps! All the best!!! May we get As for all this exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-7952333284129119653?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7952333284129119653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=7952333284129119653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/7952333284129119653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/7952333284129119653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-3888898767091488279</id><published>2007-03-20T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T08:52:54.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi folks! I'm back from reservice. Yes yes... it was indeed eventful for me. New ppl came into my platoon and Thank God most of them are good...just one of them that's really plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if you wanna know what I did in reservice, on the 1st day, we had cohesive events like water bombs and soccer..blah blah blah... then tactical handling of weapons... you know, the usual stuff like stripping the rifle, checking for IAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made alot of new friends in camp like I mentioned. Strengthened the friendships that I made last year as well. I like the way my platoon medic inspires his fellow mates. "GO!!! RUN!! WE CAN DO IT!!!" but actually is because, he was hoping none of us fall sick and chow keng. "no business is good business.." that's what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my unit's turning OPS next year. a couple of lessons to be taught next year. FIBUA and some other stuff I can't remember what it is...but here's the best part of my reservice this year. our exercise. EX SIMPANG. OH MY GOSH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i came back and I am down with flu. I heard someone misses me? *cheeky smile* lol... ok folks! i'll pen off here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-3888898767091488279?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3888898767091488279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=3888898767091488279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/3888898767091488279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/3888898767091488279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/03/hi-folks-im-back-from-reservice.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-8974557860663618924</id><published>2007-02-26T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T03:56:23.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POP...ORD...ROD LO'/><title type='text'>Reservice in 6 days...</title><content type='html'>I LCP Pan Ke Jie Timothy is going for reservice soon... 6 days time. I'm gonna "one round loaded...fire away!" with  grenddy. She is my beaut. My M203 people. For more..WAIT LA.. let me come back then tell u everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-8974557860663618924?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8974557860663618924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=8974557860663618924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/8974557860663618924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/8974557860663618924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/reservice-in-6-days.html' title='Reservice in 6 days...'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-117206317681704387</id><published>2007-02-21T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:41:13.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I go?</title><content type='html'>Where Do I Go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two cities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st city is amazingly populated and its population is constantly growing. Her government policies and the way the government manages the city is vastly known throughout the region. Accompanying its fame, the city's rapid growth of its agronomy is remarkable, thus having bring in more harvest each year. This city's way of life and its culture is also known as one of its kind. Citizens of this city are well liked and often praised for their work of excellence in society. It is also greatly feared for its military strength and might. Much is attributed to her soldiers that fought great battles in the past. Her military has learnt to defend the city's walls and protect her citizens from getting harmed. However the work pace in this city is expeditive. So fast is its pace that many feel constantly depleted of their energy and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other city's splendor cannot be compared to the 1st city. The 2nd city's population is struggling with its growth. Her government is always on the lookout for ways to improve its culture and society.  Her military might is not as strong as the 1st city but her soldiers are always ready to go through training and re-equipping. Nevertheless, it is not as bad as you think it is. Its culture is pretty much like the rest of the cities around the world. The pace of living in this city is much relaxed and peaceful. It propagates "Hakuna Matata" in its city. Living in this city doesn't bring much stress in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from the 1st city and the pace is really fast. Sometimes, I think of moving in to the 2nd city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enuff with the cities.. and yes.. i typed it out...&lt;br /&gt;my engrish not so bad ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! passed all my modules once again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORD OF WISDOM..."you wanna be a slacker...work hard" - Tim™&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-117206317681704387?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/117206317681704387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=117206317681704387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/117206317681704387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/117206317681704387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/where-do-i-go.html' title='Where do I go?'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-117033864648647200</id><published>2007-02-01T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T06:04:46.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Augustana - Boston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nice song actually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;     in the light of the sun, is there anyone? oh it has begun...&lt;br /&gt;     oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,&lt;br /&gt;     this world you must've crossed... you said... &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;you don't know me,            you don't even care,&lt;br /&gt;       you don't know me, you don't wear my chains...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;essential and appealed,            carry all your thoughts across&lt;br /&gt;       an open field,&lt;br /&gt;       when flowers gaze at you... they're not the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt; only ones who cry&lt;br /&gt;       when they see you&lt;br /&gt;       you said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;you don't know me,            you don't even care,&lt;br /&gt;       you don't know me, you don't wear my chains...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;she said I think            I'll go to boston...&lt;br /&gt;       i think I'll start a new life,&lt;br /&gt;       i think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,&lt;br /&gt;       i'll get out of california, I'm tired of the weather,&lt;br /&gt;       i think I'll get a lover and fly em out to spain...&lt;br /&gt;       i think I'll go to boston,&lt;br /&gt;       i think that I'm just tired&lt;br /&gt;       i think I need a new town, to leave this all beh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;ind...&lt;br /&gt;       i think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;       i hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice...&lt;br /&gt;       boston... where no one knows my name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ok, so I had a tattoo on my arm... check it out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1315/4016/1600/652930/31012007635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 203px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1315/4016/320/867142/31012007635.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ok but apparently... Sigh.. forget it.. wont wanna explain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;OK! So it's got me thinking about saving money for marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;For you guys out there...YOU HAD BETTER START SAVING MONEY RIGHT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;if you really want to know why and the importance of it, come find me. I will preeeeeacchh to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;CNY is coming!!! MONEY MONEY MONEY!!! whoohooo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ok la, Im tired. Im down with the bug see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;God bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-117033864648647200?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/117033864648647200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=117033864648647200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/117033864648647200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/117033864648647200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/02/augustana-boston-nice-song-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116974453138714832</id><published>2007-01-25T08:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:02:11.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna get you Siva...really gonna get you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    "When you hear the siren, that means the round has started..." So I decided to stay back and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     provide cover for our 6.  The wailing started and the next thing i know, colin was shouting "go      go go!!!" I decided to wait for everyone to go but it seemed i was running faster than Lis. I         was pretty worried she would get shot at but either michelle or daniel. These two are really         crazy i tell you! As i was mentioning, I ran ahead of Lis but to make sure I shoot them 1st             before they could return fire. Anwar broke away from the formation but I guess it was a good     thing after all. Everyone was in a frenzy mode. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    so the adreline was pumping and i was trying to dodge any shots aimed at me. I ran cover to     cover trying to protect myself from the shots they were firing. I remembered vividly i took a     shot at Ben right at his head but I dunno why he didnt feel anything. I was really tempted to     fire at michelle but after much thoughts, I decide to fire only to scare her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    Then came Siva. He was really the mad one out there. He got shot at by me 3 times on his         chest but apparently, this robocop didnt stop to surrender. I was distracted by his                         unwillingness to surrender and I noticed he wasnt the only one firing at me. Michelle had the     T-38 in her hands and its known for its powerful shots. I had to take that into consideration.     Daniel was firing at us like a terrorist on a run (he's good man..) the next thing i knew, colin         was shot at by him. So i was the only one in my team that's yet to go down. I held on with all     my might, mustering every inch of confidence, studying and counting every sec before the         three got up to fire back at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    When i popped my head up to return fire, I felt an impact on my helmet. Michelle fired a             head  shot at me. Siva ran towards me and attempted to fire less than 3 m!!! i shouted at him     to back off . I was still puzzled at why he didnt surrender. So i turned and i got shot at my             fingers. GOSH!! IT HURTS LIKE CRAZY! i rather get shot at on the arms or legs just not the     fingers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    but anyways, I enjoyed my day and I look forward to return back to the arena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    I played paintball today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    God bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-116974453138714832?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116974453138714832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116974453138714832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116974453138714832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116974453138714832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-gonna-get-you-sivareally-gonna-get_25.html' title='I&apos;m gonna get you Siva...really gonna get you...'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116957121008342995</id><published>2007-01-23T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T08:55:44.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Glimpses of God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor preached a series on fulfilling the cultural mandate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is it exactly about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view on fulfilling the cultural mandate as a musician; songs (all kinds) magnify and exalt God. He is reflected in the songs you hear. Songs that speak of Romance, Tragedy, Love, Depression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="arttext"&gt;In recent years, we've noticed an increased interest in spiritual themes in today's popular music outside the Christian subculture. I call them, Glimpses of God. Some of them are produced by Christian artists working in the mainstream music industry. Others are nonbelievers who are clearly soul searching. Regardless, these challenging examples give the listener something to think about, and an open door to discussing matters of faith with non-Christians.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="arttext"&gt;I have here a couple of songs:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="arttext"&gt;&lt;span class="featkick"&gt;    Evanescence - The Open Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="arttext"&gt;&lt;span class="featkick"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span class="feattext"&gt;Are they or aren't they? Despite past comments about the intentions of Evanescence, lead         singer Amy Lee continues to flirt with Christianity on the band's new album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="arttext"&gt;    &lt;span class="featkick"&gt;Five for Fighting - Two Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="arttext"&gt;&lt;span class="featkick"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    J&lt;span class="feattext"&gt;ohn Ondrasik notes that the older and more experienced he gets with his songwriting, the         more &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;God keeps finding way&lt;/span&gt; into his words and music. His latest recording does seem to             reflect this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="arttext"&gt;    Bob Dylan - Modern Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="arttext"&gt;    &lt;span class="feattext"&gt;The latest from America's legendary songwriter poet is in step with his other recent efforts,         offering &lt;a href="http://www.christianitytoday.com/music/glimpses/2006/moderntimes.html" class="feattext"&gt;laid-black blues/folk&lt;/a&gt; that deals with themes of brokenness and mortality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    Well, Check out the songs you listen to and catch glimpses of God in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="arttext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="feattext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="arttext"&gt;&lt;span class="feattext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.christianitytoday.com/music/glimpses/2006/theopendoor.html" class="arthead2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-116957121008342995?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116957121008342995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116957121008342995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116957121008342995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116957121008342995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/glimpses-of-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116851632150159975</id><published>2007-01-11T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T04:08:20.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new week approaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A new week approaches...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3 papers down, 1 more to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? If I don't get an A for this module, I will be disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last week we learned about culture and the cultural mandate! Feels like as if i was sitting in one of my lectures, Social Behavior Studies. The hypothesis is that, people (christians and non christians) rather choose music and films from the secular world than songs and plays that are produced from the church. I agree with that totally...I love watching films that spew vulgarities and films that discuss the human emotions. Don't get me wrong. I do not subconsciously consume these junks. When I was in SK, I chanced upon Moses and the ten commandments being played on the tv in a video store and it caught my attention having me stood there for 20mins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i am saying is, I think we should set on this course whereby the culture of the youth in our nation can be shaped for His glory. Having said that, being a student in Mass Comm has opened up my eyes. It becomes clearer to me in regards to my destiny and purpose i am set on achieving. I was never receptive to the idea that we are called to step into the cultural scene and change things in it. My way of life was to "stay" in church, remain a christian in church and do nothing else but serve only in church. Oh my gosh, now when i think back, ITS SO SILLY!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jesus ate with the sinners and tax collectors... in modern day context, you would probably not recognise Jesus like how you would each time you walk past those christian stores with potraits of Jesus with a shiny halo behind Him...I think He will be like any other celebs. Leather Jackets? suede leather shoes? ear-rings?!!! HEY! ITS NOT THE OUTWARD LOOKS THAT CONVICTS A HEART...get that right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Anyways, as I was saying, Its really an "eye-opener" for me. Being A mass comm student, it helps me look at the media and arts industry in a "bigger" way if you get what i mean. It changes the way i think right now. I will explain more some other time. I'm listening to "wind it up" by Gwen Stefani right now, so i cant think and write at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to songs really heals the soul. Avril Lavigne's Keep holding on tells me to keep holding on despite what happened last year. It also reminds me of Lis...when i was down, she told me to hang on and be strong...almost exact phase =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! so I will pen off here,&lt;br /&gt;blog again soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll BRING YOU SEXYBACK....YEeeaaaaaaaa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-116851632150159975?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116851632150159975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116851632150159975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116851632150159975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116851632150159975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-week-approaches.html' title='A new week approaches'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116804493630252633</id><published>2007-01-05T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T16:55:36.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams and more exams...</title><content type='html'>Seriously? I think I havent been that hardworking since I was a lil boy... I can never imagine myself trying to stay up the whoooooleeeeee e eee e ee e... eeeennnnnntireeeeeeee night to study! Never NEVER ever did that in my life... but you see my friend...God purposely put people like Lis into my life to ensure that I study and really study hard. HAHA! I'm not complaining folks...in fact...its because of her that I think I am able to do well for my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've gone thru 3 times of sitting for examinations right? ALL 3 TIMES I am the 1st to get out of class. Please get rid of that misconception that if you get out of the class 1st, you are bound to fail your paper...nonono...on the contrary, it doesnt work this way for me. HAHA!!! I GOT A B B for my results ok?! GET THAT?! lol... ok la...Thank God for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad TV...I've been a Mad TV addict recently all thanks to my wonderful cousins like brenda and terry...these nights I have been laughing and having mild asthma but I don't really care coz its funny..."sometimes I do..." "CHO!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" hahahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la! I dun have alot to blog about today but yeap! 2 down, 2 more to go!!! study study study!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-116804493630252633?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116804493630252633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116804493630252633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116804493630252633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116804493630252633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2007/01/exams-and-more-exams.html' title='Exams and more exams...'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116761780885796007</id><published>2006-12-31T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T18:16:48.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time Check : 3.35am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn of a new year, a new chapter of life unfolds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, blogging the 1st day of 2007 while others are out playing and laughing. WHAT AM I DOING?!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have decided to stay home this time, to think about what I want to do this brand new year. Start and end it right. Last year was really heartbreaking but it didnt end off quite bad at all, in fact, I got to know someone that really help me through this walk of life. haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is this year gonna be like? Things come and things go. People make promises and some break them. Friendships are made and some torn apart. Some friends drift away from from us, some friendships are sealed and knitted closer together. I wonder what this year is going to be like. It is really sad to know that I have "lost" a few good friends and it seems some of this friendships may never be the same again. Enough of friendship talks. I will be graduating from my diploma course in July and I plan to work for the next 2 years before pursuing my adv dip. Financial Aid is really needed down here! I also plan to get my drivers license this year and prolly get a car next year together with my sis and dad. Honda Fit sounds nice! How about my ministry? I want to explore other ministries as well. Guitar...we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pray that God will do a work in my life this year, to make me and shape me to be a better person for His glory. This year is going to be a fruitful year and a year of joy &amp;amp; laughter. This year is the year!!! oh yea...stay tune for more surprises coming up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless, have a great year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-116761780885796007?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116761780885796007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116761780885796007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116761780885796007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116761780885796007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-check-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116748505437582239</id><published>2006-12-30T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T05:26:40.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The final Blog of 2006</title><content type='html'>I hereby declare that, from today on, my internet connection is wireless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea...after suffering 2 weeks of  not being able to use the internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, I am sorry for not being able to reply u back via sms because i have no money to top up my prepaid card. BUT! 2 days more and i will be able to! pls be patient with me folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its coming to the end of 2006...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, i had a couple of setbacks... just 2 months ago, i thot this year was really gonna end up with me feeling down and all... but i wanna thank God for all the things i've gone thru this year. all these just makes me a better person. i realli thot that i was gonna lose certain things in my life once and for all. this year, i went into mild depression. I had sleepless nights, i had so many nightmares, i had this thought that i was about to lose my mind! i was REALLY thinking i was about to lose myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but God is ever so faithful. God is always making sure everything falls into the right place at the right time! I thank God because towards the last few mths, I got to know many people and these people encourages me, these people never fail to be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;    Lis&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; thank you for being there for me, thank you for helping me, encouraging me, allowing me to express myself, listening to me, guiding me and understanding me. I am forever grateful to you! I look forward to build this wonderful relationship together with you and let's grow in God more and more! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Jeff&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for the times we shared our thots and feelings online. thanks for the encouragements you gave, never judging me too quickly. I pray you will continue to grow even as you go over to help the other cell group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    Junfeng&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for all the things you've done for me, so much that i dunno how else to thank you! You are not just my best friend, you are my dearest brother...life is truly boring without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Jingyi&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for all the encouragements as well, always crapping along with me. tho i may not be as crazy as before, i truly enjoyed the times we kick and beat each other. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;    Junkang&lt;/span&gt;, You are my mentor and one of my closest friends around... You  have been there for me from the start of my ministry. You see the ups and downs in my life. I am also forever grateful to you and i thank God for you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;rest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not have mentioned your name, but pls do not be offended alright? lol...&lt;br /&gt;I thank you all as well, and I am thankful to have you as my friend.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you, i will always remember you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim -2006&lt;br /&gt;cheeros for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-116748505437582239?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116748505437582239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116748505437582239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116748505437582239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116748505437582239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2006/12/final-blog-of-2006.html' title='The final Blog of 2006'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116454864868718928</id><published>2006-11-26T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T05:44:08.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>I've come to realisation that it's kinda...better when I don't expect much to happen during my birthday, I just accept whatever comes and go. This year, Its alittle different cause I am seriously low on cash (so if you wanna buy me a prezzie, a love offering would do...it will seriously help me alot...HA!) and I dun really know what to do this year since my initial plans for celebrating my birthday is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my lovely family brought me to soup restaurant to eat. I wasn't thinking of going out anymore on sunday night, after going church and all...my mommy came to me and asked "Tim, you wanna go soup restaurant to eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whats the occasion mom? why soup restaurant?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no la, just celebrate your birthday...simple simple one la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went and it was a delightful meal together with my family. It's been a long time I had a meal together with them. I missed my dad and mum alot. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, After that, we went cystal Jade bakery to get some PO LO Buns. Nice la... I realised that when you don't expect much like what I was saying at the start, you tend to be happy with the little little things people do for you. Yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...Bday's round the corner and life is ka-chingless right now...God help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainnnnnn dowwwwnnn....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-116454864868718928?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116454864868718928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116454864868718928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116454864868718928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116454864868718928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/birthday-celebration.html' title='A Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116309253286413810</id><published>2006-11-09T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T09:15:32.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so you've missed the train...</title><content type='html'>Well, I am back again, I'm back to update my blog once again! its been awhile since I updated it, and I don't really care...lol...no la. I have things to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, I wanna tell everyone who is reading this, that I have moved on and am getting on with my life. I am no longer "stuck" in the "she and Me" saga. I am moving on in my life to know more people and I wanna tell her, I feel pity for her. YEA I MEANT IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ndly, I wanna quickly teach people to play guitar for CGs. SYLVIA, JUNKANG, MELISSA...aiyo...prease ah... prease go learn quickly ah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rdly...I am seriously down to my last dollar. Gave all my savings to the BF. OH GOD!!! COME THROUGH FOR ME!!! PREASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I wanna talk about my guitar...I seriously am thinking of selling my guitar to get another one. Better one..see how it goes ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least...to the one that understands...&lt;br /&gt;Geezing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-116309253286413810?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116309253286413810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116309253286413810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116309253286413810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116309253286413810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-youve-missed-train.html' title='so you&apos;ve missed the train...'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116187761520195078</id><published>2006-10-26T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T09:36:23.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from America</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I wasnt around to update my blog. I just flew back from America after signing a deal with a recording company and I got myself a contract worth $30 million a year. I am looking forward to see the director of the recording company some time in December, definately before Christmas...but should things turn out other way around, I think I might be able to get the 1st class ticket to rush back in time for Christmas. Been hectic recently... have to get up and do the recording as early as 5am. I'm not spared from the jet lag! Gosh... Tim...shaddup la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk..I wasnt updating coz I was getting alil lazy. 1st of all, I wanna talk about Sentosa. GOSH!! ITS REALLY FUN LA! Bunch of us played in the water and just...slack around. I really enjoyed myself. Lis was funny throughout...esp when she acted like she had a ship wreck and was washed ashore... that posture she did on the sand...hahahaha!!! really funny. Then we had our dear friend trying to chase after the ball, and he found it too deep to retrieve back the ball, he did some funny things that made all of us laugh. Then, because of these ever crazy ppl, when she came, they had to call her name in the most irritating tone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss times like these. Takes away those depressing thoughts and replace them with good ones in your head! I really thank God for ppl like Terry, Lis, Junfeng, Alex, Jeff,she....all these people...they are forever crazy! Love you guys lots...from the bottom of my heart. LUB YOU DEEP DEEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-116187761520195078?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116187761520195078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116187761520195078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116187761520195078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116187761520195078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-from-america.html' title='Back from America'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116170313445250849</id><published>2006-10-24T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T08:18:54.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What if I didnt tell you everything that is in my head?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you knew?&lt;br /&gt;Do I meant the things I said&lt;br /&gt;Or is there more to what it seems to be?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if I told you so?&lt;br /&gt;What will it be if I told you so?&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping it in prayers,&lt;br /&gt;But I am also loving every moment of it...&lt;br /&gt;So what am I suppose to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-116170313445250849?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116170313445250849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116170313445250849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116170313445250849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116170313445250849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-if-i-didnt-tell-you-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116153633008908447</id><published>2006-10-22T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T09:58:50.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought in my head...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for that rash comment from me...but I seriously don't like it when people are like that. Worse thing is, they judge you and say how inconsistent you are with what you say, and yet they themselves are doing so....Alright alright...enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's service was fantastic! I love how Bro Poh plays the guitar when we were singing "thank You"... that solo piece blew my mind off! And have you realised how Bro Poh's voice is getting better and better? &lt;br /&gt;Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worshipping God today and that peace of God just overwhelmed me. I was not feeling depressed and sad like the previous weeks. And I have learn to let go and forgive her. I think it's time to sit back and see how things will turn out to be. The ball is in her court. What she wanna do with the ball is entirely up to her. HA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...I'm feeling tired now. God bless ok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-116153633008908447?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116153633008908447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116153633008908447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116153633008908447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116153633008908447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/thought-in-my-head.html' title='A thought in my head...'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116151821620070319</id><published>2006-10-22T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T04:56:56.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pacific Cafe...</title><content type='html'>Hypocrite..don't you think? Apparently asking it to be done when you don't do it. Gee.. check yourself 1st ya? Perhaps its cause they are doing the same to you cause they feel the same as how you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow...fierce huh? I just don't like people like that... asking people to do what they are not doing. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok blog more soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-116151821620070319?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116151821620070319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116151821620070319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116151821620070319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116151821620070319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/pacific-cafe.html' title='Pacific Cafe...'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116131475824905210</id><published>2006-10-19T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:25:58.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About "A True Confession"</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a friend of mine on one of the nights and I was mentioning how I find it hard to tell a girl I like her. Its  not me to "confess" it out...I kinda have some shyness you see... BUT! When I was showering, I was trying to express it out. So this song came in and I got motivated to pen it down. HA! Starts in E.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-116131475824905210?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116131475824905210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116131475824905210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116131475824905210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116131475824905210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/about-true-confession.html' title='About &quot;A True Confession&quot;'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116130222111973271</id><published>2006-10-19T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:57:01.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Confession</title><content type='html'>Known You alittle while&lt;br /&gt;Spent some time with You&lt;br /&gt;Walked and talked a whole mile&lt;br /&gt;I ended up loving You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a bliss&lt;br /&gt;When I waste that time away&lt;br /&gt;Squandering every minute&lt;br /&gt;Of a life's precious day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caressing that moment&lt;br /&gt;holding on to that thought&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to every hour&lt;br /&gt;fulfilling my heart's long sought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my confession&lt;br /&gt;that I want You&lt;br /&gt;And this song's my dedication&lt;br /&gt;that I love You&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto this love I found&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting this feeling flow&lt;br /&gt;Though we have known&lt;br /&gt;each other just a little while&lt;br /&gt;I'm never letting go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-116130222111973271?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116130222111973271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116130222111973271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116130222111973271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116130222111973271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/true-confession.html' title='A True Confession'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116122142554721265</id><published>2006-10-18T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T18:30:25.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what day is it&lt;br /&gt;    and in what month&lt;br /&gt;    this clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;    I can't keep up&lt;br /&gt;    and I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;    I've been losing so much time&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;    with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;    nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;    and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;    and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;    I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;all of the things that I want to say&lt;br /&gt;    just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;    I'm tripping inwards&lt;br /&gt;    you got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;    I don't know where to go from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cause it's you and me and all of the      people&lt;br /&gt;    with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;    nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;    and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;    and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;    I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    there's something about you now&lt;br /&gt;    I can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;    everything she does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;    everything she does is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;    with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;    nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;    and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;    and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;    I can't keep my eyes off of&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;    with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;    and     nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;    and it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;    and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;    I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    what day is it&lt;br /&gt;    and in what month&lt;br /&gt;    this clock never seemed so alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Awww...I just love this song over and over again... kinda somehow links to what I am facing right now huh...funny eh?! And I can't quite figure out like the song says. Aha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-116122142554721265?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116122142554721265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116122142554721265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116122142554721265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116122142554721265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-and-me.html' title='You and Me'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116118204398104547</id><published>2006-10-18T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T07:34:03.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus 161</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I agreed to take Bus 161 with Lis...GOSH!!! I WENT TO SENGKANG!!! And guess what?! the radio...tsk tsk...cannot hear properly la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sengkang must be very far from Singapore huh...my gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was on my way back right? I was looking at the LRT train at Sengkang and I thot of writing another song..that has got life and trains in it. I think I am going to pen it down on my notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention? Class was fun yesterday. My "wolverine" lecturer...Man..if class were this fun, I wont mind coming to class and sit throughout the whole day just listening to him. English...oh..I just fell in love it English all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GO HOME LOH!!!" was one of the most exciting, hilarious things that happened in class...but I wont tell you why I'm talking about this. I cant be bothered to type everything out. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone in school...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-116118204398104547?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116118204398104547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116118204398104547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116118204398104547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116118204398104547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/bus-161.html' title='Bus 161'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116101416982194759</id><published>2006-10-16T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T09:27:44.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Greetings</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! Tim's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been doing up many blogs, switching from one to another. This one is final. Believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of doing up a new blog came about 4 days ago, after attending a song writing course by Andrew Naylor &amp; David Holmes. This blog, is different from the previous ones. I want to pen down songs in this blog, prayers and of cors blog as usual. I want you to read my thoughts and know what I have been thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the song writing course, I learned that songs are always coming up in our heads. We are impacted by songs and songs can change the way a whole bunch of people think altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I know why I love to pen the expression of my feelings down on paper. BECAUSE I LOVE WRITING SONGS!!! You probably do not know, but I have written many many songs but I was too shy to show it all to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this are the expression of my heart, pen down for you to read and think about it. Especially the 1st song here on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is for a friend of mine, thank you for everything you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalms 45:1-2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beautiful words stir my heart, I will recite a lovely poem about the King, for my tongue is like a pen of a skillful poet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When you are in awe of a song, It this because the writer, pens down a beautiful piece and God is reflected in that song. be it secular or christian songs"&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/36122608-116101416982194759?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116101416982194759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116101416982194759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116101416982194759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116101416982194759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/1st-greetings.html' title='1st Greetings'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36122608.post-116101405349474401</id><published>2006-10-16T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T07:22:45.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Friend</title><content type='html'>When darkness descended upon a shiny day&lt;br /&gt;When the wind came and all was blown away&lt;br /&gt;The love we shared slowly fades to grey&lt;br /&gt;I walked this path alone when you turned away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked alone with a heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the times we were never apart&lt;br /&gt;and those laughter we shared on a shiny day&lt;br /&gt;We danced upon the swings of joy everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a painter without an image in his head&lt;br /&gt;Like a song without a meaning&lt;br /&gt;Was it a love that was never meant to be made?&lt;br /&gt;What could I ever sing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cried out to You and You filled my heart&lt;br /&gt;You sent me a beautiful friend&lt;br /&gt;The sound of laughter returned to me&lt;br /&gt;The swings of joy from my setbacks&lt;br /&gt;I cried out to the beautiful friend&lt;br /&gt; you lifted me high and cheered me up&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to be a different man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I say thank you to you&lt;br /&gt;For filling up that void in my life&lt;br /&gt;And I would sow back a seed of joy&lt;br /&gt;Back into the life of my beautiful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Beautiful Friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36122608-116101405349474401?l=playit4myheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116101405349474401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36122608&amp;postID=116101405349474401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116101405349474401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36122608/posts/default/116101405349474401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://playit4myheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/beautiful-friend.html' title='A Beautiful Friend'/><author><name>Tim rocks my socks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04598496018368819115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
