<?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-9608181</id><updated>2011-09-28T08:41:31.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story told by me</title><subtitle type='html'>I believe in a 6 day CREATION;
I believe that life is PHYSICAL and SPIRITUAL;
I believe the HEART is more than just a muscle;
I believe in a fallen HUMANITY;
I believe in HOPE and FREEDOM;
I believe my LIFE can make a DIFFERENCE;
I believe in the message of the CROSS;
What do you BELIEVE in?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9608181.post-8104538568996750010</id><published>2007-10-17T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T03:19:54.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All wrong</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it, everything that could have sent wrong seriously went wrong this weekend and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Night cycling, seriously it was a green man and I was clear to move, than this stupid red MPV came out of the road bend and almost knocked me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - lets just say I didn't really like a comment someone made about me on msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - I had my driving lesson and this lorry was parked at the road bend unloading goods, a STUPID potato dropped and rolled onto the road and out of no where this even more STUPID worker ran on the road just to pick up that STUPID potato, and I had to execute E-break. Dammit I could have killed someone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - My interview with CGH, it went well, but I don't think it was that well, during the whole interview I got stressed up and was constantly trying to guess the answers my interviewers wanted me to give. But nothing dropped me like the last question.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: "So how keen are you for this job"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "A job is a job, if you are willing to offer it I will defiantly accept it."&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: "Ok, I was expecting something like 'This is the job I've always wanted.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sent me thinking when I went for my other interviews I could tell them how excited I was for the job even to the extend of telling them it is my dream job. Some how or rather I have lost that sparkle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking again should I have died during night cycling, things might be actually have been better....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-8104538568996750010?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/8104538568996750010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=8104538568996750010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/8104538568996750010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/8104538568996750010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-wrong.html' title='All wrong'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9608181.post-1198951458986770963</id><published>2007-10-06T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:31:54.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Republic</title><content type='html'>Strange title....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say food republic is without a doubt my favourite foodcourt. Why? I seriously have no idea, I seem to like the place thats all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because of the setting, which I find very traditional and unique? Maybe its the food there, its just different from other foodcourts which you would normally see, and its not as generic as well. Maybe it because the first I ate at food republic I went there with someone I like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no idea, but its just  that funny feeling, and I'm writing all this because I bought a blow of Laksa from there this afternoon, if any of you are wondering, its the one in Vivocity which I went, the Laksa and Scissor Rice is nice as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-1198951458986770963?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/1198951458986770963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=1198951458986770963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/1198951458986770963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/1198951458986770963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2007/10/food-republic.html' title='Food Republic'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-7688814611437446571</id><published>2007-09-20T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T02:47:37.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since I have posted, almost a month or so since I graduated and got back. And it feels strange that I am once again typing on a blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I have been doing all this time, so many things have happened, I'm been busy writing cover letters and sending out resumes, OCF have finished the Romans study and with it I have finished my responsibility of BS coordinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed, so much has happened, and I've embarked into a new journey in my Christian ministry, by once again taking up the role of ACGL which I left behind 2 years ago, it seems like time stopped for me while everybody moved on. I'm still an ACGL, just as when I left, I am still in the same CG, I still have mostly the same close friends, I still like the same person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange isn't it? Did time really stop for me? But not all things remain the same, I've taken on other ministries now, I am attending SMU-CF which I didn't 2 years ago, and of course with ministry, other things as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what else is same and different, but one thing I know for sure, the journey and experience this time will be different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-7688814611437446571?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/7688814611437446571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=7688814611437446571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/7688814611437446571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/7688814611437446571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2007/09/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-7456583267524242205</id><published>2007-07-04T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T14:18:20.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyound Function and Design</title><content type='html'>I noticed the over the past few year's I've talking to much about media design, about it having a purpose and meaning and all. However I am also a software designer, so what is it about software design are there and key things to note in the field of the design of software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is as amazing as it is, there are actually design principles when it comes to coding, the design of applications. Sadly these princples have been ignored to the point where functions is focused and when there is trouble using a software, it is the fault of the user. However that should not stand most of the time, it is true that new software will generate a new breed of idiots who are clueless in using them, but lets take a look at how even the software aspect has to complie to the principles of design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Beauty V.S. Usability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;One of the first and most interesting things discovered was that beauty and usability works together in an application. On one hand from a cognitive point of view, colour added no discernible value for everyday work, which means how good the applications looks doesn’t really matter (Norman 1988). However, on the other hand the surprise is that we also discovered evidence that pleasing things work better, are easier to learn and produce better results (Asdhy 1999). Furthermore good human-centred design practices are most essential for tasks or situations that are stressful (Isen 1993). Hence we can conclude that true beauty in a product has to be more than skin deep. To be truly beautiful, the product has to fulfil its functional purpose, be easy to use and comprehensible (Norman 2002).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.  Knowing what V.S. Knowing where&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we moved on towards the in-depth look at the functionality of the interface. The screen objects should provide information that can potentially be used to evaluate the object’s function (Ehret 2002), in other words it is not enough to be able to know what we are looking for; we must also know where to look for it (Jones 1986). In order to achieve this we have to take into account the elements on the screen like space, colour, grouping, so to enable the users to locate the correct button/function without having to move their eyes from a cantered location (Moyes 1995). In addition, users of direct manipulation interfaces will rely on location as a performance cue only to the extent that the interface provides them (Moyes 1994). In conclusion we know that an interface has to provide spatial hints on what and where to look for function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Importance of information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The one key thing which is important is the information displayed. Noting that users will not be using the application for some "experiential feeling" but for the content that is on it (Nielsen 1995). Furthermore content should be displayed in a simple yet understandable manner (Nielsen 1999; Nielsen 2000). Apart from that we have to also take note that in the case of the SMM, information displayed on the screen should be big and kept short as people tend to read 25% slower on screens as compared to paper (Nielsen 2000). Another factor to note is information retention, as there is no use displaying important information when the user does not remember anything (Hall 2004). Here we can see the importance of the information so much so that "content is king" (Nielsen 1999)and also the importance of making sure it gets retained beyond the time of access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There so next time we design a software, its not just concentrate in functionality, but think about the human aspects of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;References&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asdhy, F. G., Isen, A.M., and Turken, A.U. (1999). "A neuropsychological theory of positive affect and its influence on cognition." Psychological review 106: 529 - 550.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehret, B. D. (2002). "Learning Where to Look: Location Learning in Graphic User Interfaces." 4(1): 211 - 218.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hall, R. a. H., P. (2004). "The Impact of Web Page Text-Background Color Combinations on Readability, Retention, Aesthetics, and Behavioral Intention." Behaviour &amp; Information Technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isen, A. M. (1993). Handbook of Emotions, New York: Guilford: 261 - 277.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jones, W. P., and Dumais, S.T. (1986). "The spatial metaphor for user interface: Experimental tests of references by location versus name." ACM transactions on Office Information Systems 4(1): 42 - 63.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moyes, J. (1994). "When users do and don't rely on icon shape." Proc. of ACM CHI'94 Conference on Human Factors in Computing Systems 2: 283-284.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moyes, J. (1995). Putting icons in context: the interface of contextual information on the usability. Glasgow, University of Glasgow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nielsen, J. (1995). "Guidelines for multimedia on the Web." Retrieved 02 May, 2007, from &lt;a href="http://www.useit.com/alertbox/9512.html"&gt;www.useit.com/alertbox/9512.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nielsen, J. (1999). User Interface Directions for the Web. Communications of the ACM. 42: 65 - 72.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nielsen, J. (2000). Designing Web Usability: The Practice of Simplicity. Indianapolis, IN, New Riders Publishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman, D. A. (1988). The Design of Everyday Things. New York, Basic Books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norman, D. A. (2002). Emotions &amp;amp; design: Attractive things work better. Interactions Magazine. july + august: 36 - 42.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-7456583267524242205?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/7456583267524242205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=7456583267524242205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/7456583267524242205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/7456583267524242205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2007/07/beyound-function-and-design.html' title='Beyound Function and Design'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-2801492599360290207</id><published>2007-06-30T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T14:01:57.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An old man</title><content type='html'>Finally I'm free enough to add stuff here, actually I've been free for a long time, just a bit lazy to blog again. Or rather have nothing to blog about until this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If most of you know I have a tendency to run off to somewhere, don't have to be a quite place, grab myself a cup of good (and expensive) coffee and do my bible study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the venu of choice was the newly opened shopping mall "Riverlink" in Ipswich (the place I'm living in Australia). Since the it was winter I ordered an extra warm cup of Irish creme mocha. Sounds nice? Taste even better...hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book of choice, Revelations, finally I have the courage to study the book I've never dared to look at for fear of what I might find or learn from it, but now I guess its time at the concluding point of this milestone, I thought I'll give it a shot. So there I was having my coffee, and doing my bible studies, than a group of people, a family I guess, came and seat down at the table beside me. Well, I'll cut the long story short and say they had a very loud conversation and I was will, not pissed, but slightly irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometime went by and they were about to leave, the old man sitting on that table walked over and he was look in my direction and noticed I was doing bible studies. He asked me what was I studiying about, and we proceeded to talk about things. He talked about how the bible has changed his life, about how, we need to so much more spread the gospal look at the situation in the world today, I talked how it has changed mine, issues, my fear of the word...etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings up a though, can anyone picture life without God? I know I can't, I can't get by a day without talking to God, without putting God into propective of things, without acknowledging God in the things I do, seeking God....I cannot get by one day with out spending time with God. So what is life without God? Life is nothing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-2801492599360290207?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/2801492599360290207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=2801492599360290207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/2801492599360290207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/2801492599360290207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2007/06/old-man.html' title='An old man'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9608181.post-3549207901216018470</id><published>2007-06-01T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T11:45:34.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Perhaps the question here would be “What or who are we working hard for?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Earlier this year I felt or rather discovered that my perfect GPA which I got last semester was meaningless, as in there is no purpose what so ever for it, I didn’t felt fulfilled despite reaching the pinnacle for of university undergraduate achievement.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Problems like this usually appear when you think inside the box, which most people being brought up by the Singapore education system usually tend to because of “route learning” (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pang 1982; Gopinathan 1998; Chua 2006).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But I think the question should not just end there, however if we actually take the time to ask a further question on it, “Why is there no fulfillment?” followed by “What or who are we working for?”. It is strange that such a question would strike me at a time like this; strange indeed. Since receiving last semester’s results I have been trying very hard to maintain it from the looks of my assignment results for this semester I might just be able to pull it off again. And now this question “Who am I working so hard for?”.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Remember your creator… it all started with this phrase. If we were created in the same image as our creator and material things/works do not fulfill our creator, neither will it fulfill us. So how then do we find purpose in working so hard when the rewards are from this world? There are basically two things to consider; firstly are the rewards ONLY from this world? And secondly upon what do we focus on when we work hard?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It is rather clear that it can be all about focus. Upon what do we focus on when we do things? I’ll just quote from a conversation I just had recently &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;perhaps it doesn’t matter if u can maintain at it, or whether &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:City&gt; parents expect excellent grades... work hard at pleasing &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; King...” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;So, don’t just work hard because your parents expect you to do so, or just because you want to challenge yourself. Work hard because your Father is happy to see you achieve, work hard because your Master/King will be pleased by your efforts and work hard because a Friend will encourage you to do so.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;References &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;(I’m adding these references because I am aware that people disagree with me saying the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; education system is based on route learning and spoon feeding. This is just saying, it is not just my personal opinion.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Chua, S. K. (2006). A critical discourse analysis on the translation practice of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s 2004 educational reforms. &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Queensland&lt;/st1:State&gt;, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Queensland&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Gopinathan, S., Pakin. A., Ho. W. K., Saravana V. (1998). &lt;u&gt;Language, Society and Education in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, Times Academic Press.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Pang, E. F. (1982). &lt;u&gt;Education, manpower and development in Singapore&lt;/u&gt;, Singapore University Press.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-3549207901216018470?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/3549207901216018470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=3549207901216018470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/3549207901216018470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/3549207901216018470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-reminder.html' title='A good reminder'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-3951603484602457687</id><published>2007-05-23T15:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:02:09.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is university life about?</title><content type='html'>Some would be tempted to just say "Education?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me by saying that, you have under estimated life. If you want an education go read a book or something. You don't need to go to school to learn something. So what than is university life about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just education, put it this way, assignments and reading you'll have everyday and you'll be stuck doing them everyday. So what do you get to do in uni that is apart from this? Have fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note this assignments and partying you can do every other day, but to be able to shape and make an impact in the life of another, is not something you get to do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So university life is more than an education, it about changing a life, making a difference, otherwise, just go read a book or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-3951603484602457687?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/3951603484602457687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=3951603484602457687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/3951603484602457687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/3951603484602457687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-is-university-life-about.html' title='What is university life about?'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-5328784302604133739</id><published>2007-05-20T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T15:48:35.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why 2 and half years?</title><content type='html'>Why did I have to wait? Why was I made to wait 2 years before I was able to teach and another 2 and the half years before I was filled with knowledge and another 1 more year before I was given my own ministry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is very simple....because God couldn't use me back then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 long years, wow this is amazing, I don't why, I just thought now since I'm on the verge to handing over my duties in OCF, I retraced the time where it all started. Foochow Methodist Church (Rex cinema) how long ago was that, I voiced out that I wanted to be a teacher because I felt there were too many things that God had done and I wanted to spread it. Back then it was only the head that was willing, I had no knowledge, no will power and I didn't have a true understanding of I wanted to teach. So, I went into Cell groups, of course feeling disappointed, the question was still "Why wasn't I allowed to teach?" I couldn't even sort out my own life back then, much less to help out in somebody else's. Come to think of it, it was a good thing God didn't allow me to teach. Plus the pride factor as well. What is it with all men? Why does God always have to humble every man before they can be used? (Original Sin lor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just so amazing, to discover that each and every step of the way was planned by God. I think He knew I wanted to teach in ministry all along, and it took 5 years to prepare my heart, smash my pride, and add knowledge, not just knowledge that stays in the head, but heart knowledge.And it all happens in just the right time, I was asked to become a Co-leader, after I entered army, I was given knowledge just before I left for further studies and now after serving for 1 year I am given my own ministry; the timing is just prefect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here on, I think its no longer how much we wait, but the fact that everything is according to God plan and timing. So it doesn't matter how long we wait or even if it doesn't happen we just have to know, it happens for a reason and it is all in God's perfect plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-5328784302604133739?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/5328784302604133739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=5328784302604133739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/5328784302604133739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/5328784302604133739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-2-and-half-years.html' title='Why 2 and half years?'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-1533330244120363681</id><published>2007-05-01T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:02:17.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Random Thought</title><content type='html'>This is another random thought, or rather I've been thinking about it since easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a normal person's point of view and all, if you nail a human being onto something, he/she will more or less stay that. What if it is not a normal human being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to this question, Is it possible for 3 man made iron nails to hold Jesus Christ on the cross?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we all know the story, we all know that He was nailed there, but what held Him there? the 3 nails? This is the Son of God we are talking about, He is no normal man, and yet 3 nails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would He seriously be powerless to do nothing, and just stay there? I don't think so and 3 nails, neither do I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what held Him there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-1533330244120363681?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/1533330244120363681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=1533330244120363681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/1533330244120363681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/1533330244120363681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-random-thought.html' title='Another Random Thought'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-2259679039886548077</id><published>2007-04-20T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T13:24:52.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The problem</title><content type='html'>Well, as usual I can't sleep again, and I suddenly have this offensive topic which I have just decided oh what the hell, I'll just post it anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Be warned strong language will be used, however it has no direct intentions and it being used just as a comparison)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the problem with us? What is the problem with the world today?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if any is going "is there a problem?" you are either delusional or just plan stupid. If somebody decides to go "it depends on how to define problem", than seriously, don't read on, cause its as good as saying, "I can't win this argument on your grounds, thus I shall re-define on my grounds so I stand a better chance.".....piss off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the problem? Could it be original sin? Well, some might just agree for it to be original sin, now I would like to suggest a different way of looking at it. Is it really original sin? or is it our failure to recognize/admit to original sin?&lt;br /&gt;Can the human race be more proud of ourselves? It is rather obvious I stand for the latter. Yet I can't believe it, can humankind really be more proud?&lt;br /&gt;We would never admit to original sin, simply because we are sore losers to begin with, we feel we cannot be criticized and we feel we are just simply too good to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the message the world is selling us today? We cannot be weak, we cannot give up, we must fight all the way...apparently this "never say die" attitude has been getting us in to more trouble than we think. It makes us too stubborn to admit defeat to sin, it makes us too stubborn to say I was wrong. It makes us ask the give excuses like "But I am not that bad", "It was your fault to begin with.", "You made me do it". Isn't it strange people believe that someone can make them feel anger, but never believe someone can make them feel loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are too stubborn to lose, every time we lose, we blame somebody else, we never look at ourselves, have we been too sensitive in this case? did I fail to understand that person? did I fail to take account of the hurt I caused this person? It is true we are sore losers, more evidently shown in the later generations, I am very sure the generation above mine would say this to my generation and the next to the next. Have anybody ever thought about the question "So how are the new recruits/students/employees?" Our answer would usually be "They are hopeless." Guess what? our seniors used to think that of us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my second point, we cannot be criticized, and we are too proud to be criticized. Ever so eager to accept praise, never ever willing to listen to criticism. Every time we get criticized we aspect someone to comfort us, we aspect an apology. But first are we willing to reach down and comfort somebody? Are we willing to apologies first? And even when you are being apologized to are you gloating? Or are you thinking "I did something wrong as well."? Just a short survey, How many people actually like others pointing out their flaws? I know I don't. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather human beings are ever so eager to humiliate one another, the moment we get a chance to bring down another person we will cease the opportunity. Why so? Because it means we are stronger, it means we are better, it means we have defeated them. And even then we try to do it gracefully, sarcasm, in-direct insults...etc. However if I may just ask, what is the difference from say "Shit" as compared to saying "F***" when the intentions are the same? We are still cursing someone. Does being graceful set us apart when we are still bringing down another human being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How proud can the world be? Can we ever admit to defeat? Can we ever admit the problem is us? Can we accept criticism? Can we admit that we have lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much has the world fallen? Seriously how much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-2259679039886548077?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/2259679039886548077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=2259679039886548077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/2259679039886548077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/2259679039886548077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2007/04/problem.html' title='The problem'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-1639862724799418131</id><published>2007-03-25T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T14:51:16.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed blog description</title><content type='html'>Changed my blog description, don't know why, but I think putting that cheesy "feel free to look around thing" just doesn't impact people in, it doesn't even describe who  I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I saw this poster in Koorong and felt it was really cool. Plus the fact why should we stick to the conventional way of description? Why can't we challenge others? Why can't we make people think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a blog just for bitching? or is it a possible medium that can make a difference?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-1639862724799418131?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/1639862724799418131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=1639862724799418131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/1639862724799418131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/1639862724799418131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2007/03/changed-blog-description.html' title='Changed blog description'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-7507641967551314972</id><published>2007-03-23T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:32:22.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compressed Update</title><content type='html'>It has really been a long time since I'm posted here, ermm *looks down* yap its 5th march....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've been rather busy and occupied doing stuff, definatelly not playing DotA, as I've had a 2 week DotA drought already. Guess I have been busy doing more research than I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it, I'm still not used to things being this way yet, research has integrated itself into my life and I feel more or less comfortable doing research, get pissed off when people do not cite properly in documents it just feels strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore I'm still not used to the Bible study co-ordinator in OCF, I can't believe I'm actually doing it, preparing materials, sending out email guidelines, doing research, showing references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week someone asked me for my powerpoint presentation of "Introduction to book or Romans". I can't believe it, usually it would be me asking someone else for their slides and notes, not someone is actually asking me for it, the position has swapped...&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt a sense of pressure in being in charge of bible studies, it like the whole learning curve of OCF will in a certain sense depend on me, it is a huge responsibility no doubt, I wonder how to staff workers cope with it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-7507641967551314972?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/7507641967551314972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=7507641967551314972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/7507641967551314972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/7507641967551314972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2007/03/compressed-update.html' title='Compressed Update'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-2301329143452351172</id><published>2007-03-05T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:30:50.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an expression</title><content type='html'>I should have posted this about 3 months ago, about the time when I was pondering about my results, I read it last week but forgot to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A generation goes, and a generation comes,&lt;br /&gt;but the earth remains forever.&lt;br /&gt;The sun rises, and the sun goes down,&lt;br /&gt;and hastens to the place where it rises.&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows to the south&lt;br /&gt;and goes around to the north;&lt;br /&gt;around and around goes the wind,&lt;br /&gt;and on its circuits the wind returns.&lt;br /&gt;All streams run to the sea,&lt;br /&gt;but the sea is not full;&lt;br /&gt;to the place where the stream flow,&lt;br /&gt;there they flow again.&lt;br /&gt;All things are full or weariness;&lt;br /&gt;a man cannot utter;&lt;br /&gt;the eye is not satisfied with seeing,&lt;br /&gt;nor the ear filled with hearing.&lt;br /&gt;What has been is what will be,&lt;br /&gt;and what has been done is what will be done,&lt;br /&gt;and there is nothing new under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such great poetry I am not capable of, for this is the work of a king.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-2301329143452351172?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/2301329143452351172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=2301329143452351172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/2301329143452351172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/2301329143452351172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-expression.html' title='Just an expression'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-7913991109192215384</id><published>2007-03-03T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T01:37:45.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a fish back in the water</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep so I'm posting this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very strange feeling today, it just feels like a sense of calmness,  it came during lecture,  for some reason the lecture  about Human Computer Interaction seems strange and yet calm to me, there I was sitting somewhere in the front roll, the usual "nerd" position and out of a sudden I heard this phrase "Academic Research", and my lecturer  proceeded  to talk about the research on the effect of Human Computer Interaction and how it has changed over the years and the direction in which this research is heading toward. Out of a sudden "bam" I suddenly feel so comfortable listening to research statistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to a point where I felt I can't really study at home, as in back home back in Singapore, I don't know why but it seems to give me a sense of home is somewhere where I can rest, relax and slow things down, have time for myself and the people around me. To spend time doing the things I want to do, other than work. And here in University is where I get my work done,&lt;br /&gt;I had to force myself to do research and read academic papers when I was home, but here its just natural for me to pick up a book and start reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is weird, again at this point of my life I feel as if I like studying again there is some sense of enjoyment in it again. I hope my mom isn't feeling too happy now, mom just in case you're reading this don't be too happy it also means your son is a workaholic, or worse a research-crazy monster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-7913991109192215384?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/7913991109192215384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=7913991109192215384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/7913991109192215384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/7913991109192215384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2007/03/like-fish-back-in-water.html' title='Like a fish back in the water'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-1359885645597890944</id><published>2007-02-28T12:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T12:11:55.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels like a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Its been less than a week and it does feel like a dream. Walking along Brisbane street, I can't help but feel as though I can keep walking and end up on Jansen road.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;It feel as if I never left Australia and yet I can remember just a few weeks ago I was still attending SMU CF, I can still picture myself sitting somewhere in the back roll, Joshua next to me, Jeremy one roll ahead but on the other end, Evelyn same roll as Jeremy but somewhere in the middle, Felicia just a few chairs away from us. And Dorcas hardly ever seen.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;The feeling is definitely different this time round, I used to be somewhere in the middle of the "food chain" and always had other senior students as a"safety net" but now, its my turn to be that "safety net". I don't really have much of an idea, but I just seem to have this gut feeling it'll all turn out just fine. Still I do not know what to expect, but I know it is not my job to worry about tomorrow, but to do my best today.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-1359885645597890944?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/1359885645597890944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=1359885645597890944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/1359885645597890944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/1359885645597890944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-feels-like-dream.html' title='It feels like a dream'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9608181.post-115961364751169678</id><published>2006-09-30T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:56:27.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road trip on foot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;The holidays are coming to an end, its going to be a very busy time for me once I get back to school. Especially after this holiday, I seem to have to much fun, OCF retreat at mount warning, yes we climbed a mountain to watch the sun rise.&lt;br /&gt;Touring around with my mom and sis who came to visit......well just a lot happened.... Mt Coo Ta...food....ermmm more food..."Shan Tong Chicken..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....however I had to go through this holiday with a bit of trouble....I don't know why but I was frustrated over something I don't know...maybe it had something to do with direction, maybe it had something to do with purpose, maybe it had something to do with will...I just don't know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was no different.. I woke up and yah...my mom and sis left last night to I woke up to a rather un-usual but normal feeling. Than I just remembered I need to buy some Christian stationery....and this was how today became the most interesting day of my holiday...a day I spent alone (maybe not alone considering God being there all the time) but I did have a choice... So lets check out this chapter....a 4 hour road trip on foot...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0012.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0012.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the back of the train station, one of the lesser travelled streets in ipswich. Road trip starts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0008.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0008.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how west ipswich looks like, rather boring I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0007.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0007.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ending corner of west ipswich, it dosen't really seem interesting here, so I decided to turn back and head for "Brassall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0009.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0009.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, a bus stop...yah the only bus stop in west ipswich...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0010.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0010.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Burnett Street" this is towards the end of west ipswich, they were having some sand bike competition there yah it was happening behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0011.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0011.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ipswich Grammer School" located just on the outskirts of Brassall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0013.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0013.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good old "Brassall" you can even find a crain there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0015.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0015.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered what that doggy sign was right between the railway at the back of woolworths...well...sorry I didn't take a good enough picture to be able to read it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0016.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0016.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the poluted side of the river, they happen to be building some "high class apartments" beside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0018.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0018.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mount Crosby", you mean there is actually a mountain somewhere in ipswich???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0017.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0017.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first sign you'll see right after you cross "that" bridge in ipswich...does it look familar Judy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0014.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0014.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't cross this field due to the fence, but that chapel sure looks nice from here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0027.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0027.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei a wedding.....Eunice!!! look their not only having weddings in the city...they are weddings here in ipswich as well.....ARH!!!!!!!!! The wedding band is following me...!!!! get away from me you married couples...I'm happy being single(for now)...arh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0021.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0021.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random street, but yah this makes the other side of "North Ipswich" or rather I was walking around "Browns Park"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0022.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0022.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fitzgibbon Street" I just thought the name sounded rather weird, but yah I stop by at petrol station nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0019.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0019.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first rest point...needed a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0020.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0020.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Browns Park" the other park that can be found in ipswich other than "Queens park".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0023.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0023.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This marks the end of the normal roads and well...going any further will be the road to "Toowoomba" lets just say if I had carried on walking, the next landmark would be that "big red elephant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0026.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0026.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smith Street" or rather "Telegraph Street" the first street from the express way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0024.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0024.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any OCFer's remember this spot, this is the spot which Jon stopped , to wait for the last car (Judy) just after we exit the express way from Toowoomba. And yah, it is a pet shop. I came down the car to tell Eunice we were waiting for Judy, and soon after Louis came along and parked in front of us, not too long after that Judy finally appeared and we just droved off....(arh ha...beat that for memory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0025.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0025.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my lunch...Hei I got to stop once in a while...I'm not superman you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0029.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0029.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow..a canon not something you get to see everyday, but yah we have some memorial thingy for soilders in ipswich...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0028.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0028.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Flint Street" this is where the ipswich people will have to take our driving test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0032.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0032.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from the top of the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0030.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0030.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "David Trumpy Bridge" you know that long long thing to the other side of ipswich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Photo0031.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Photo0031.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Wondered what the name of the river in ipswich was..well this is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk in one direction&lt;br /&gt;I headed back in the opposite direction&lt;br /&gt;I could see myself&lt;br /&gt;An image, an im-perfect image, an im-perfect self&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see You, were You there?&lt;br /&gt;Were You with me?&lt;br /&gt;Was I with You?&lt;br /&gt;But I know...You were there and You are here...&lt;br /&gt;The reason I only saw 1, was because&lt;br /&gt;It was too hard to walk...&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't do it alone, and yet...&lt;br /&gt;I only saw one&lt;br /&gt;Because You carried me through&lt;br /&gt;You were there all along....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-115961364751169678?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/115961364751169678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=115961364751169678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/115961364751169678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/115961364751169678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2006/09/road-trip-on-foot.html' title='Road trip on foot'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-115881673382683058</id><published>2006-09-21T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T13:32:13.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back into the fray</title><content type='html'>Some week ends I had.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting though, this post is about the weekend and I'm only writing about at the end of the week strange....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First on the list saturday "Toowomba flower festivel", I can sense some guys going "wah lau Flowers leys....Daniel you ok or not?" Hei guys chill man, I'm cool with it...I wasen't really there for the flowers...I was there for the chicks...(*bish* ouch..kidding...) I went to it as it was a chance to get away from the busy uni life for a week and its also a sorta "road trip". So it was interesting, not much happening things going on, except for the fact Mel rolled me down a hill and we were stopping and playing at every children's playground we saw...it was fun though, lots of fun, the burgers, the rain the ice cream and the "atahs" food (yah man so what if the other table has fire, we've got picking duck). hahahahaha =P&lt;br /&gt;The flowers were nice, although just looking at flowers is not really my cup of tea, but even though there were so many people running and screaming around, somehow I felt at peace when walking around alone among the flowers. Its finally out, I went because I needed a time of reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, karaok at sunny bank..out of all the people there (15 I think), only 5 were really singing, the rest was just playing a fool (as usual) and 1 person was sleeping....that make 5 singers, 9 monkeys and 1 sleepy...hehe...sorry just a random thought...yah it was another fun night singing jumping, running away from the air-con, confusing people....the only thing I can think of is that I really need to learn more chinese songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, back on working week now...this was a very busy week,  both my major assignments has stuff to be done and seriously, can we all please pray for more programmers in this word, not just programmers, but good programmers. I'm coding C# till I look retarded, a designer that can code...armed with the technical skills of coding and the concepts of design....&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you so lost in work that you can actually wake up not know what you're suppose to do...the saddest would be to not even know when you're sleeping or actually are awake....but I've not reached that stage yet. So since when is overseas uni slack?....anyone who say overseas uni is slack deserves to be shot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to work...and this is for Josh and Jem, please pray for me as well, I'll be treaching in OCF on friday, teaching as in stand in front and teach....the topic is IBS, so yah, this is my first time doing it and I really have no idea what to expect...so lets just see how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Jeremy its not my fault if the Newcastle keeper trips over himself and can't stop a half field lob.....&lt;br /&gt;"YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-115881673382683058?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/115881673382683058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=115881673382683058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/115881673382683058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/115881673382683058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-into-fray.html' title='Back into the fray'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-115777810804442482</id><published>2006-09-09T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T13:01:48.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCF UQ website Developer blog 1</title><content type='html'>From now on any blogs with this title will be the development blog for the OCF UQ website...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to have a paper trail on this website for just some reason,&lt;br /&gt;1. Inventor Rights (copyrights belongs to and only to OCF UQ)&lt;br /&gt;2. A public design documentation&lt;br /&gt;3. Future referencse (so that OCFers in the future will know what thoughts and elements have went into this site and will know how to edit it)&lt;br /&gt;4. Bench mark setting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of that now what have my thoughs been in the OCF website so far, when I initially saw the site, I was saying "For the love of God...please take this site down..." it no secret that I felt it wasen't good (this is just me bare with it, seriously if you've been trained as a web designer for 5 years, you'll know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;However on further there is actually some meaning in the website, so what if the design is not as good as I though, people don't go to websites for "that experiancial feeling", they go to websites for information, and it does serve its purpose by giving just enough information although some are out dated.&lt;br /&gt;So enters the in-famous battle of Designer V.S. Christian, just to let you guys know this happens everytime I do a christain based design or something (videos, games, website...etc) however the outcome will usually be something as beautiful the chrous of "Canon in D".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see on initial looks, website has to be nice, it has to be easily updated, it should be user friendly (considering the number of IT idiots we have in OCF *looks for cover to hide*). I'll just cut to the chase, all in all after listing out the things I want to do for the website (a Flash GUI above a Shockwave architecture) it started to look more like an online multimedia presentation. HOLD IT !!! did the designer just win this battle? lets get back to basics "Who am I doing this for in the first place?" Things usually go wrong when the focus is lost, so who or what is the focus here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me openly say this, the website is NOT ....and BY NO MEANS! meant for OCF UQ, that website IS for God. I'm not just creating a website here, I'm creating something that should display the essens of God's work in OCF UQ. No doubt it shows information about OCF, but all the more it should show God as a focal point and base unit in OCF. The reaction toward the website should not be "wow OCF UQ has a great website." but "I can see God's presence in these people." The take home message should not be a nice website, but a realisation of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this lead to a major change an deletion of graphics. Which has to done, it good that this is noticed now....&lt;br /&gt;Now do any of you see what I mean by hearing "Canon in D" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of milestone 1,  Things to be done: Verses to be checked up on meaning and surpose. Graphics to be changed. Template will be kept, but overall theme will be updated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-115777810804442482?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/115777810804442482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=115777810804442482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/115777810804442482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/115777810804442482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2006/09/ocf-uq-website-developer-blog-1.html' title='OCF UQ website Developer blog 1'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-115733956550510789</id><published>2006-09-04T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:53:25.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok it's been 1 month</title><content type='html'>Yap....1 full month of not posting.... now I fianlly got my butt of  and found sometime to actually post something here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'm not bitching, but don't any of you really think the layout of my blog sucks???  After re-thinking through the site layout, and considering certain factor I failed to consider before, I think it really does suck..... wow...and to call myself a web designer.... damn academia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now for the juicy stuff...I've decided to turn gay.....BULLSHIT!!! I am....that was just kidding...I just mucking around a little...&lt;br /&gt;Seriously if anybody think I'm going to post anything about my already complicated and patatic love live, forget about it....it sucks just thinking about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the past month was very busy...as some of you know, I've managed to pick up my 20th programming language and I stuck the jackpot this time, having already known C++ and Java, there is only one other programming language I can progress to and thats C#. I'm using C# combined with a bit of scripting for my games programming now, its pretty tough, but yah I'm managing well, hopefully....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next big highlight...OCF... I've been to a lot of OCF activities lately, don't know why, but yah more than the usual, I seem to be not allowing the fact that I live in Ipswich stop me from traveling to the city ever so often. Ok so what has OCF been doing lately...Mei (our ex-president) has just left for home (home here means Singapore, not heaven), and yah we've had a change of leadership....Go Eunice!!! Just like finally getting down to writing this blog, I've finally gotten down to designing the OCF UQ website, I won't say its bad, just very out dated...and just to give a hit, its not going to be a standard HTML website, think director/flash, with a back end programming that is easy to update. I've been teaching in OCF as well or rather as usual, (here is a side track, my gift is NOT teaching, yet I'm able to teach well enough...why?) I've benn offered the chance to do the website for OCF Australia as well...now that is really overwhelming, I'll need sometime to think about that, but yah knowning me I'll most proberly end up doing it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCF has orgainsed several outings lately...Mei's farewell party...which I must highlight was fun, also because of the fact my team (Eunice and Ken) won in carnium (some aussie IQ game, hei we're smart ok!). We had the "River Fire" 30 minutes of non-stop fire works in sync with music which was down at the Brisbane river....step aside NDP, Aaron and Michelle's 6th annversary of being together...yes 6th, they've been together for 6 years...no their not married yet, but 6 years...thats a lot man. The longest relationship I've had was 6 months I think...I've also stepped up and volunteered myself to either lead song or be a musician for OCF, yes guys (for those of you back home), my guitar is finally coming to Australia. The only sad thing is...its not the S&amp;amp;P one, there is enough trouble bringing a wooden artical into Australia and I'm not risking $700 on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My studies have been going rather well as of late, my "High distingtion drought" is finally over, and I've got a gut feeling I might have gotten 3 out of 3 high distingtions for the first assignment of all 3 modules....when I take a step back and think, could thing be God way of saying..."Don't worry, just pressing on and serve..I'll take care of the rest"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-115733956550510789?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/115733956550510789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=115733956550510789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/115733956550510789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/115733956550510789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2006/09/ok-its-been-1-month.html' title='Ok it&apos;s been 1 month'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-115432055391497692</id><published>2006-07-29T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T12:35:53.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit loads of no fun</title><content type='html'>First week into Uni and guess, what..... I'VE GOT AN ASSIGNMENT DUE the FOLLOWING WEEK!!!!! how fun is that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sucks man, just when you're kranking up and tryingto get started, some one just comes along and give you a major jump start to begin with...#$^#%&amp;$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes Daniel comes up with the most interesting of all projects every year, from filming to Director coding, to goodness knows what I'm going to be doing from now on.&lt;br /&gt;This sem is not different, I'll be jumping into a major project. A fully playable 3D game, targeted for the PS3 and Nintendo Wii platform, yes sound fun and huge, but there gonna be a lot of coding involved here, and I can't imagine myself doing that.....(dosen't mean you're good at it means you like doing it) So for those of you who hear or knew of me doing research during the holiday, well, this is what I'm researching for a major 18month assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for work, it seems that everytime I got on a blog I'll have something to bitch about, which is of course interesting, but come to think of it, is there really so much to bitch about, I mean apart from the fact I'm a singaporean and Singaporean generally do bitch about quite a lot (not to mention our neighbours). Is there really that much stuff????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-115432055391497692?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/115432055391497692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=115432055391497692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/115432055391497692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/115432055391497692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2006/07/shit-loads-of-no-fun.html' title='Shit loads of no fun'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-115363863616036655</id><published>2006-07-23T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:10:36.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a good feeling</title><content type='html'>Its not a good feeling, why? its not a good feeling to be back here and leaving so many things done half way back home.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it, there is just so much more I wanted to do and so little time..why so? I have no idea either, maybe somethings are just meant to be...I guess sometimes on all control things are just meant to unfold by itself...."Those who try to control all will end up loosing it, but those who loose it will eventually gain control".....(where did I get this from and what am I talking about? anybody know the context?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I've been keeping this in me now for week and I think its about time I let it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME people are real DIC-HEADS, I don't believe, have anyone been reading my MSN nicks the past few weeks? I'll re-type them out here....&lt;br /&gt;1. Maturity is measured not by the way you behave, but by the decision you make in life.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can't take hard &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;criticism&lt;/span&gt; don't bother being a leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I'll like to stress the point that I'm proud of that fact that I dare to speak my mind in a sociaty where most people just lack the BALLS to say what they actually mean.&lt;br /&gt;when someone say you SUCK, don't chase that person down and start accussing that person of being insensitivity don't go hard on that person....why? cause he/she might be right...more so here thw question would be do you have the gust to walk up to that person and say "Tell me why do I suck?" I mean obviously there is a reason why that comment was made.&lt;br /&gt;SO why focus on the comment when that is not the main point? Won't it be more productive if you ask the person the reason and try to find out about it? Won't that put you one step closer to solving the problem?&lt;br /&gt;Basically 2 thing can be in your mind, and the choice is obviously your's, you can choose to focus on the problem or look beyound the problem and find the solution.&lt;br /&gt;Well if you feel the childish need to have the final say in the argument than I truely feel sorry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point here is I'm not trying to make myself an excuse to slam someone,  point here is I'm trying to say people often focus on the wrong things. Look at failure, you can either try to cry about the fact that you failed or you can pick yourself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I onced ask someone this question..."Why do we fall?" Falling seems to be a very useless thing, and it dosen't help in most cases in fact you get hurt most of the time, but there is some use to it. Why do we fall?....it must happen for a reason...in fact ta simple reason....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We fall in order to learn how to pick ourselves up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-115363863616036655?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/115363863616036655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=115363863616036655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/115363863616036655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/115363863616036655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-good-feeling.html' title='Not a good feeling'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-115289094373891941</id><published>2006-07-14T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:29:03.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;If a brother weeps, I shall weep with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;For we shall love and share each other’s joy and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;But if a brother grows closer to God, I shall have the Angels sing “Hallelujah, Glory, Glory to our Lord God almighty”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;For He has chosen to revile Himself to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-115289094373891941?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/115289094373891941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=115289094373891941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/115289094373891941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/115289094373891941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-friend.html' title='For A Friend'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-115289066461133853</id><published>2006-07-10T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:24:24.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem end summary</title><content type='html'>This is the end of semester summary of my blog yes I know , I have not updated this blog for ages...but yes, now I'm updating it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Daniel Why haven't you blogged in such a long time?&lt;br /&gt;A: Corrections, I did blog, just that I wasen't doing personal blogging, I was doing research blogging, so if any of you are interested in reading my research on Robotics and QTVR, please read the blogs on s4084487.blogspot.com and s4084487-studio5.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you have heard this was a very busy semester for me, I had tones of research to do and stuff. Amazingly this was the sem of duels for me...why is it so...&lt;br /&gt;Both the projects that I was doing were the only projects on the whole cohort that have 2 groups doing it, so yes, there was some competition in it.&lt;br /&gt;However in the end, both my groups toasted the other groups...great work team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I've been busy serving on OCF and Church. Doing what? well, what else can I do? Sound and leading BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the end of my holiday, I guess I've been too busy going out and playing games, to settle down and get stuff done. 1 month is a very short time, and sometimes it just flies past you without even noticing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-115289066461133853?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/115289066461133853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=115289066461133853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/115289066461133853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/115289066461133853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2006/07/sem-end-summary.html' title='Sem end summary'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-114546638583655228</id><published>2006-04-20T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T01:06:25.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Holiday"</title><content type='html'>This is suppose to be my one week easter holiday break, but somehow or rather, I didn't enjoy myself at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN DAMN DAMN I hate this feeling, I can't believe doing just one assignment took up 3 days of my holiday. It already hard enough trying to lead a group og first years, but to lead a group of frist years with one of my member not even sure of what he's doing... Hell!!! this just pisses me off  big time, this person is the first person I've even been pissed off of with for school work since 7 years. Quote "I don't really care, after all its just Visual Thinking", that guy should feel lucky he is still alive, frankly speaking I feel sorry for his parents.  Seriously if I ever get to tutor anyone, and I find a slacker when it comes to group projects, I shall show no mercy to that person.&lt;br /&gt;I think by now all of you know how pissed I am with this guy, and worse off all the project is not over yet, I still have to work with this jackass for another 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was like the only fun day I can have and also the only day I can take a break from things.&lt;br /&gt;Having to rush from place to place, I discovered the only place I can get some decient rest was actually on the train, this is getting really sad. Finally had sometime to go for a movie "Ice Age 2", its not bad a movie just that I felt it could be more random, like just adding random stuff into rather than having a predictable storyline.&lt;br /&gt;I must say today was the only "ok" day I can get, shopping, eating, movies, hanging out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow OCF's gonna be having dinner at Ipswich, I hope it turns out fine, but I might not be able o enjoy it fully though, somehow or rather I still have my projects and assignments on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really can see/feel the pressure, its just mid-sem and already the madness is creeping in....how long before it takes control of me? how long before I no longer know what I'm doing? how long before I embrace this insanity? truely, no one can tell, no one will know, not even I....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-114546638583655228?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/114546638583655228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=114546638583655228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/114546638583655228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/114546638583655228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2006/04/holiday.html' title='&quot;Holiday&quot;'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9608181.post-114326834863059843</id><published>2006-03-25T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T14:32:28.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long week</title><content type='html'>This week has been one of the longest, but not worst weeks I've had since coming back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN!!!!! went 3 nights straight sleeping at 3am and waking up at 8am...having to get assignments done and trying to get the best out of it. Laying on my bed, eyes closed and repeating the Lord's prayer over and over again....I was just so tired I couldn't think of what to pray to God, but I knew I had to thank Him for something that I just kept repeating the Lord's prayer over and over and praying any verse about thinksgiving that comes into my mind. Man...I really need some rest, thankfully I had the rest during the week and at least I have energy to be typing my blogs for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni life here is getting really crazy, assignment after assignment, presentation after presentation, if you guys back in Singapore think its easy, well, you haven't seem nothing yet, come here and give it a try I DARE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After every presentation its..."Ok so whats the next stage in the project development process?" and when you've finished 1 projects, you chekc the newsgroups you find that your lecturer has just uploaded another one for you to do. This is never ending how are we going to keep up wtih this.&lt;br /&gt;But by the grace of God, I'll be able to find peace and rest during this busy time, not to fallback and loose my focus, but to be able to choose what is better. There will be assignments to do everyday, course materials to read, but to sit down even for even a minute of silence and listen to what God has to say to you....truely turely I consider this undeserving of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than having loads of assignments to do, what else did I do other than eat, sleep, shit, do assigments....I talked a lot to the people around me, house mates young and old....spent some time to just listen to what they have to say, talk to them and know what their facing right now, after all it isn't much different from what I was facing last year...sounds like I turning into a 24x7 student mentor....damn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a blast....too much food to eat.... went out with Judy and Tiff to sunny bank(the "other" asian community) was great fun, talking to these 2 fabulous girls(fabulous in their own way...that is) yah it was great to see familiar faces again. Tiff being so much like me, just the female version of me, and Judy the first OCFer I know in Australia. We talk a lot ...well, crap/rubbish... during lunch, just having fun for the day, riding in Judy's car...dammit am I like the only guy here who can't drive...$%&amp;^%$@$, buying pizza for OCF, we had pizza by the lake, something different for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCF was great, did some studies which I really enjoyed, not just teaching, but doing them as well, most verses came from psalms, so I had to constantly refer back to 1 and 2 samuel to find out psalmist's state of mind while writing those psalms, discovering new thing, adding to my write outs(Yes, for all those who do knot know, I've been writing out biblical topics with focus on certain verses, no soft copy, their all hand written). I'm really starting to enjoy this, researching on theology stuff and find out things...scary.....hehehehe ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-114326834863059843?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/114326834863059843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=114326834863059843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/114326834863059843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/114326834863059843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-week.html' title='A long week'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-114208036199639764</id><published>2006-03-10T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T13:07:28.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCF</title><content type='html'>Ok, my first time in OCF as a CGL....wow, this sounds rather ermm....daunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an amazing feeling to be able to actually be given the chance to extend a minister beyound your own like comfort, home or rather I place which I was not trained in. I was nervious, yes its true someone who has been a CGL for almost a year, can till be nervious when leading studies. However take it from this point of view, if someone goes into a lesson, feeling fully confident, not nervious at all, feel that he/she has did a very detailed study on the topic of that day...than my question here is this "Feeling fully confident of self, how much will be allow God to guide us then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is great man first day on the job and I got shaken already, not by the lesson, but by what happened before the lesson. Matt 6:33, well, I'm sorry Mei, but I don't take the stand point of basic needs such as food, water and clothes. My stand point would be the "all" here would refer to everything that God has intended for us, form basic needs to things that will help our ministry and of course whatever God see fit to give us.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, looking into this verse, I discovered something even more interesting, lets throw out both views and start from zero. I was looking through commentries after commentries and surprisingly, most of them, gladly left out the part of "and all these things shall be added unto you." I felt very puzzled about this, and I was able to find writtings that support both stand points, of basic needs and everything, than this point strucked me, sometimes its not that we are unable to find the answer we're just looking at the wrong place.&lt;br /&gt;Lets look at the whole verse "Matthew 6:33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you." Noticed this "BUT seek ye first" and the line ended with a ";". What my take on this would be, its is NOT a matter about what the "all" here means, that is not the important thing in this verse, and it sure isn't the guiding principle of this verse. I would say, don't even bother about what will God give us, don't care about it, God will give what God sees fits to give, let Him decide the giving, what is our part here, "Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness" don't bother about what God will give or what is it that He will give, just seek Him, just know Him, just focus on Him. That's it....as simple as that focus on Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are much more and yes I would like to continue on Hebrews 12:1-3 for the benefit of some of my friends back in Singapore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Hebrews 12:1-3 lets just skip the verse...and get to the question HOW??? How do actually do what that verse says?&lt;br /&gt;"let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us" - Hmm 2 things were mentioned in here, "every weight" and "the sin". Have anyone ever wondered? If it is sin, why mention it twice, so its obvious the first section "every weight" would not refer to sin, now lets not focus on the sin part, that part is easy to know and look into, lets focus on "every weight" if this is not refering to sin, than what is it refering to?&lt;br /&gt;Life? the daily things we do? material things? BUT can it also refer to our ministry? Our ministry in church? can it? Lets zero in on this fact, well we do our ministry for God so our focus is God, so thus it can't be, but think again....You know the 35 parables told by Jesus, You know the 35 miracles done by Jesus, You know the 7 "I AM"s that address Jesus or You can even know that there are 77 generations from Adam to Jesus......but do you know Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it is possible after all...how many times have we been so or rather overly concerned about doctrine, about truth, about that "experiancial feeling" that we seem to forget the basis of it, knowing so much about God, that we do not know God....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess running the race does not always mean doing....its about being. Doing can be so easy to measure, but what about being? Is it even possible to measure being? So it just leads back to seeking God all this time. Why is it does so many things lead back here....Why Why Why? Why is it so important to seek God, to know God, rather than just doing??? John 17:3  And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do you know why doing is important, BUT even more so being...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-114208036199639764?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/114208036199639764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=114208036199639764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/114208036199639764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/114208036199639764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2006/03/ocf.html' title='OCF'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-114157199914725587</id><published>2006-03-05T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:19:59.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends Happenings</title><content type='html'>Ok, this was by far one of the most interesting weekends that has heppened....well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly back to OCF....We actually had this introduction video....and Guess What...!?!?!?!?! I saw LiWei and Jing Jing in it, yes its a combine OCF video, wished OCF Brisbane was big enough to have a video of its own though....&lt;br /&gt;So yah I am officially an OCF CGL, sometimes I guess, you're like feeling how muched God has taught you over these years that, well the only way to reply is to teach others. Seriously Nothing beats the feeling of seeing someone grow in their own Christian walk, helping them making a difference in their lives, and thats even a greater feeling when you see them rise up to one day teach others.....(making disciples....)&lt;br /&gt;Gathering at OCF was really fun, and yah to Jasmine and Debbie, if you're reading this, to tell you girls the truth, I didn't confirm if there really was an OCF meeting that day, in fact I didn't even know what the program for that day would be and not to mentioned I forgot the usual meeting time. I was like praying damn hard that there was something on, well walking by faith I guess. That again I was worried thou, so yah I guess God saved my ass again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was friday, now saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was one hack of a day, visit to Chinatown, South Bank, Goodwill Bridge, Brisbane Central. We travelled to so many places in just one day. Chinatown was great I found my cooking ingredients and yes Chillie paste. Had lunch there too, and for the first time in my life we saw a life protest, so we just joined in....hahahahaha, I am seriously hoping they have a student riot for VSU(maybe I can burn down a VSU sign or something...with naplam of course)&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3617/417/1600/IMG_2768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3617/417/1600/IMG_2768.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Protest we saw in Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; South Bank, now for those back in Singapore, well, south bank has a manmade beach, so we just go there and look at the beach and ..."WOW!?!?....ok..now what?" yah thats basically it. We sat there for some ice cream though, so you guys can see my housemates, and yah we're called "the gang".&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3617/417/1600/trip%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3617/417/1600/trip%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is one of the dumbest signs I've ever seen, do you think blind people can see this sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3617/417/1600/trip%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3617/417/1600/trip%20030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3617/417/1600/trip%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3617/417/1600/trip%20031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3617/417/1600/trip%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3617/417/1600/trip%20028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3617/417/1600/trip%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3617/417/1600/trip%20032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shaun and Debbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3617/417/1600/trip%20034.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3617/417/1600/trip%20034.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sondre and Debbie(again..girls like to take photo lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Highlight of the day, this damn group of australians came driving by in their car and shouted racsit remarks at us...yes I was pissed and disappointed with such human behaviour, but I was more disappointed with my reply. What they say was "You guys are stupid, Go home, fucking chinks...blah blah blah..." these guys didn't even have the balls to stay and listen to my reply, so what did I say "Your mother didn't really loved you in the first place!"....way to go Mr smarty pants....Some of you may be asking but why am I disappointed, its sounds really witty and its not vulgal as well, well here is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 6:33-35(KJV) And if ye do good to them which do good to you, what thank have ye? for sinners also do even the same. And if ye lend to them of whom ye hope to receive, what thank have ye? for sinners also lend to sinners, to receive as much again. But love ye your enemies, and do good, and lend, hoping for nothing again; and your reward shall be great, and ye shall be the children of the Highest: for he is kind unto the unthankful and to the evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell did I even reply in the first place, what was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much wraps up Saturday, now for sunday...&lt;br /&gt;For the goodness knows how many timeth in my life....why do I keep on getting mistaken as a Japanese or Korean, I can speak English perfectly fine. This time it happened in church, I was mistaken for a Japanese....oh man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one hack of a weekend....Now its back to school...lets see what other magic can I conjour with my assignments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-114157199914725587?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/114157199914725587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=114157199914725587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/114157199914725587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/114157199914725587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekends-happenings.html' title='Weekends Happenings'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-114105815114597191</id><published>2006-02-28T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:35:51.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't sleep</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it, I can't sleep, I seriously can't sleep....why?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the first day of school, and it as though I have assignments due next week(which I don't). I'm already thinking of design concepts, methods of doing my assignments, inprovement methods...etc I received my assignments sheets like less than 12 hours ago, and their due only like in 2 months and I'm worrying about them now...!!!!! WHAT THE FREAK is happening to me...!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why I'm so stressed up about my assignments, well, for those of you who have an idea of the videos I've done, well, just picture, this look at all those nice and amazing visual effects which you see from MingDao's and my videos, yah ok. Now imagine doing those effects, but not still images, moving videos. Think something like the effect from the "Initial D" cartoons. That's what is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just odd...hmmm not let me think, how did I manage to over come this last year? Was I like really that blur? I don't know....I find myself in this endless loop again of not knowing....however I do know that the answer to this not about knowing, but rather about the process of finding out, but sometimes, just as a human being, we so often tend to fall back into old habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When you walk through a storm,&lt;br /&gt; Hold your head up high,&lt;br /&gt; And don't be afraid of the dark,&lt;br /&gt; At the end of the storm is a golden sky.&lt;br /&gt; And the sweet silver song of a lark.&lt;br /&gt; Walk on through the wind,&lt;br /&gt; Walk on through the rain,&lt;br /&gt; Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown,&lt;br /&gt; Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,&lt;br /&gt; And you'll never walk alone.&lt;br /&gt; You'll never walk alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-114105815114597191?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/114105815114597191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=114105815114597191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/114105815114597191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/114105815114597191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-114065937637749210</id><published>2006-02-23T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T09:49:36.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that I'm back...</title><content type='html'>OK this is not an out-burst of doctrine that my past few posts, for those of you who knew who/what I was bursting at, good for you, for those who don't, well, I don't care either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm back in Brisbane, back in UQ, back in OCF, natural question is.....Now what???&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Singapore I can't help but feel the pressure of the commendation I received last year, I felt so what pressured to keep it up as for the first time in my life I saw my Dad was happy with my results.(considering the fact I was a 'N' level student)&lt;br /&gt;However, I've begin to notice now...what pressure...isn't it just dumb to actually think about what has already past? Thats that, and lets just leave it, right now I can start a again, and work, after all I already know the pace and the level which I have to work at, why not just carry on.&lt;br /&gt;Its not about getting another award, its about doing you personal best in everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;God gave us the best and it is only rightful if we give our best, thus the Father be glorified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts about being back, well, new housemates, which I must say, I am surprised that this time round I not only have christians housemates, but they are methodist, and they are from ACJC(by stating this it does not mean that I changed my stand, I'm still not supportive of the AC/MG thing, its becuase their from SCGS, so its not so bad) Why is ACJC, cause I've been showing them my church photos, and they happen to know certain people...Crystal Soh, I am official living with people who know you. Tang ShangWei a.k.a the pingpong captain, yes they know you as well. We seem to be over flooded with Singaporeans this time round there are like a total of 5 of us out of 19, so yah 1/4 of us are Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing left now would be to go for OCF and see what new stuff is there, lets see how this CGL can continue ministering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is the 1st sem, I'm attending all the orientation events for the 1st years(cheap skip right? 2nd year already still go collect free stuff). So I guess its rather fun here right now, I wonder how much more fun will there be once school offifcally starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-114065937637749210?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/114065937637749210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=114065937637749210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/114065937637749210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/114065937637749210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2006/02/now-that-im-back.html' title='Now that I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-113889173498602000</id><published>2006-02-02T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T22:48:55.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do we seek?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We can seek wealth, we can seek love, or we can just seek to be smart. However on the Christian stand we are suppose to seek God, but truly truly, do we seek God?&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;What is seeking God, Does it mean, “I want to be a better guitarist to that I can play better for God?”, “I want a better Amplifier to that my music sounds better for God?” or how about “I wish I could do bible study better for God?”. The question here is more rather not who we are serving, but “Why are we serving?”.&lt;br /&gt;Truly truly why do we serve? How is it possible to serve without joy? Is serving simply a command?&lt;br /&gt;I do not think so, serving more rather should be a response, a response to God, to His greatness; shouldn’t it be? If it is so yet why do some serve do some force themselves to serve? For if we are responding to God in the form of service than shouldn’t we be more than happy to serve Him, after all He is the Lord God almighty….&lt;br /&gt;If we are serving God in response to His greatness, than why do we still want more? Shouldn’t our main focus be God and God only? Yet why do we seek so much to play better, why do we seek better equipment?&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t it written “Matthew 6:33 But seek ye first the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;kingdom&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;God&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.”?&lt;br /&gt;Seek ye first…seek ye FRIST… It has been stated very clearly what we should seek, and yet we seek to use other methods for God? Why is this so? Does it matter if I am a lousy guitarist? Does it matter if I play without an amplifier? Does it matter if I am a boring study leader? Does it really matter?&lt;br /&gt;I tell you the truth, there will always be a better guitarist, there will always be a better amplifier, there will always be a more interesting study leader, but there will never ever be a better &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;kingdom&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;God&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For it is written “Matthew 13:44-48 The kingdom of heaven is like unto a treasure hidden in the field; which a man found, and hid; and in his joy he goeth and selleth all that he hath, and buyeth that field. Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls: Who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it. Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a net, that was cast into the sea, and gathered of every kind: Which, when it was full, they drew to shore, and sat down, and gathered the good into vessels, but cast the bad away.”&lt;br /&gt;Can this be compared to anything we seek in this world? I tell you no, for the kingdom of heaven is not of this world.&lt;br /&gt;Yet if we are seeking something not of this world, how can we seek something of this world at the same time? How is it possible to serve 2 masters at the same time?&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So now I ask truly what do we seek?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On to whom do we focus?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we know this yet why so we not do it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-113889173498602000?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/113889173498602000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=113889173498602000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113889173498602000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113889173498602000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-do-we-seek.html' title='What do we seek?'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-113626648434393623</id><published>2006-01-03T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:35:45.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sporting Activities...memories...</title><content type='html'>Church Soccer, this was one crazy event.... I can't believe, ok, conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;"a bunch of soccer deprived teens are willing to bath in mud in order to play the game they haven't played for like 3 months."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was madness, I must stick to this point that our church team is lacking of commited defenders, is there really that much glory in going up to score the goal? Is glori seeking that fun? Errmmm oops, I meant "glory seeking"(side track: Glori seeking is joyful). Playing as a right wing back my natural position, yes I was able to cover the right wing rather well, but than I saw a traffic rush from the middle, which moved me to the role of sweeper and thats were the fun starts....all in all, games states, 2 corners concided, 8 goal saving tackles, 0 fouls commited, 3 fouls won, 7 successful crosses, 2 assist.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe, 2 assist, have the midfielders over commited themselves in trying to score that even a sweeper(last man) have to send the long balls in for the stirkers? Final score my side lost 2-3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was sunday, now for today's post, having felt a bit better from flu I decided to do something I did ever so often when I was in Australia. Get out into the open and sit there read or draw something, pray and admire the things around you....I see cars....girls...pretty girls in JC uniform, more pretty girls...*bish*....Ok fine! I see students walking home from school...than something caught my eye...this boy, will not in uniform, carrying a sling bag, with a jacket hang over the top of the bag...than I started to think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy sitting in a room reading a book, listening to hyms played from his laptop, having a slight flu, using a green packet of tissue paper, feeling hungry and munching away a bar of kitkat, feeling lonely and looking up once in a while at a jigsaw puzzle of Winnie the pooh and friends, looking around the room, he sees a frame filled with writings one of the lines wrote "not so much to seek to be loved, but to love", his digital watch happens to beep and he picks up he blue sling bag, grabs his jacket which was hang beside his beret, puts it over the top of the sling bag and leaves for class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange isn't it? how the slightest things remind us of other things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-113626648434393623?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/113626648434393623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=113626648434393623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113626648434393623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113626648434393623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2006/01/sporting-activitiesmemories.html' title='Sporting Activities...memories...'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9608181.post-113621567105318093</id><published>2006-01-02T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:27:51.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year. A new Dan?</title><content type='html'>Ok its new year again, well whats going on now? Have I have new thoughts in my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know, well, I'm typing this after reading several other people's blogs, and I've noticed how the people around have grown during this time when I wasn't around, it almost seem amazing, and also to find out how many of my friends are getting married.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I hope my mom isn't reading this, please don't burden me with another person to take care of in my life when I'm not ready....its a really sucky feeling, and trust me the ego boost is NOT worth it. Seriously. A more biblical way of saying it would be "How on earth is God going to entrust me, a relationship with another person when I can't even keep up this relationship with Him?" Made any sense? So come chinese new year please don't ask me that irritating question I get every year "Got girlfriend or not?" you'll just be replied with a COLD look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having come this far, I guess its time get down to things, be a bit more serious about things, play a little less, drop that loud egomanica for the "chlo" I am , sounds like I should let that part of me which I'm so afraid of to exist again, I just pray it doesn't cause me stumble again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year resolutions....am I making any...NO....&lt;br /&gt;How about a new year prayer? I know this is from a book mark, but the prayer of St. Paul wasn't originally from me either. And after know God's reply when we pray and really mean it...well, here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change,&lt;br /&gt;The Courage to change the things I can, and&lt;br /&gt;the Wisdom to know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven...&lt;br /&gt;Amen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets look back at last year as well, learning so much, praying for the special people in my life, stepping down as CGL for further studies, and I still can't forget that emotional day at the airport(yes ladies, the fact is out, I'm a guy that will cry). My first sem in Australia, my hunt for a church, hunt for a CG to go to, talking and learning from Tai Kok through MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Of course not to forget, calling Lijun's handphone to wish Glorijoy happy birthday...yes yes I know Lijun you feel like kicking me for that. Giving Josh that surprise phone call when I heard how troubled he was, staying over at Tiffany's and playing mole as well...(next time don't want to play already, Shawn please take over)&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, maybe this time, I'll call Jane's hnadphone to wish Esther happy birthday amd give Jeremy a surprise phone call hehehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;Coming back, seeing my family again, going to FMC again, knowing my results, winning a youth camp hat-trick, doing PA alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say, 2005 was a blast, lets see what God has install for me in 2006. More trials? More knowledge? I do not know, but what do I know?&lt;br /&gt;I know that it is written "But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you." Therefore I need not fear....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-113621567105318093?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/113621567105318093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=113621567105318093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113621567105318093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113621567105318093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-new-dan.html' title='A new year. A new Dan?'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-113559847142950543</id><published>2005-12-26T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T01:46:56.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Sunday</title><content type='html'>Ok, its that time of the year again, I think this pretty much is the one year mark on my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened today? Well, a lot of things...first lets start the day off from the morning....WELL, yes I was supose to do Sound for the 8am and 945am service and as usual I woke up late...to make matters worse it was raining and vehicles were moving very slowly on the road...talk about a double blow...furthermore the worship leader was waiting for my guitar...I guess its 3 strikes(and out) for me this time...talk about really waking up to a bad day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However thanks to my trusty PA counterparts(Ziteng and Esther), by the time I got to church the sound system was all up and ready. Time for shocker number 2, Esther was doing a skit which leave Ziteng to do the powerpoint and me to do sound alone(Lijun is of course happily enjoy herself on holiday), and trust my doing sound alone with a total of 20 channels to control is not fun, in fact with the number of last munite changes, lack of battires(for cordless mics) and the need to add more channels during the service, this is the frist time I got scared of doing sound.&lt;br /&gt;But frist let me address a few issues: &lt;br /&gt;1. Elroi! When we ask you to turn the mic, you flick the switch that says "power" on it, its not the switch which says "mute".&lt;br /&gt;2. If you guys want to hide when off stage, please don't hide beside a monitor speaker, espacially when your handsfree mic is still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to sit back a think for awhile, if I had Esther and Lijun around, things would not have been as chaotic as it sounds. Point here is; have I been taking certain people around me for granted? How did I think of this, it was not because I couldn't handle doing sound alone, but have I gotten too used to having people around me that I'm not used to putting in an extra inche of work? I used to call them my PA crew, I guess its only fair now that they are addressed as my PA counterparts(co-workers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next the activities on YM, the games were fun, and I don't care even if it was a backup game, as far as I'm concerned, Angie and Ai did a great job, my only regret is that I had to rush off half way for a meeting and was unable to finish the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening of the letter, for some reason christmas sunday happened to be the last sunday of the year, or maybe not for just some reason, a reason we are unable to understand. And being the last sunday of the year, we had to open up our letter we wrote to God on the first sunday of the year. I've completely forgot what I wrote in it or even how I wrote it, but one thing is for sure, if you had faith and truely mean what you write, God will make it happen. After reading what I wrote in the begining of the year, I finally understood why I was give the prayer of St. Paul before I left for Australia, why I kept on learning new things throughout the year, why was there so much grace given to me, why a significant change happened to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess sometimes its not about knowing there and then, its about walking my faith following and thinking and obeying things we do not understand why it happen and at the end, we will finally know why it turned out that way in the begining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-113559847142950543?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/113559847142950543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=113559847142950543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113559847142950543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113559847142950543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-sunday.html' title='Christmas Sunday'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9608181.post-113453869278118973</id><published>2005-12-14T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T13:38:12.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some over due stuff.....</title><content type='html'>These are all over due stuff I happen to stumble upon when I was checking my notes I took in australia, need not be bible study stuff, but some are school stuff and mostly thought pen down during my free time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinds of funny now, I look back at all these things and I still can relate to them, and yet it seems that I was a totally different person when I was in Australia. More controled, living in a slower pace, admiering creation...a more down to earth person, a simpler person....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back here in Singapore, I seem to more in the thick of things, getting involved here and there, more complicated, more things to do, more stuff to learn, more pressure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espacially after I know my results, its amazing, their not results I could have gotton on my own, but I guess God has given them to me for a reason, going for church camp, even thought I'm no longer part of the planing, but I still feel a sense of responsiblity over the younger ones, and feeling of having to ensure their safty and take care of them while the comm is busy...&lt;br /&gt;So I guess its a cross between and active person and a reserved person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, here's something interesting I wrote while sitting under a tree in school one day, yes, I was free enough to actually sit under trees and read books when I was in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished you were here,&lt;br /&gt;but you're not here,&lt;br /&gt;I wished you could see,&lt;br /&gt;but you're not here to see,&lt;br /&gt;I wished you could feel,&lt;br /&gt;but you're not here to feel,&lt;br /&gt;How I wished, how I wished,&lt;br /&gt;That you could be here right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand why great ideas and discoveries are mostly found in the most quiet and lonely of places, as these places are also very beautiful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-113453869278118973?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/113453869278118973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=113453869278118973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113453869278118973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113453869278118973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-over-due-stuff.html' title='Some over due stuff.....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-113440220455389682</id><published>2005-12-12T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:43:27.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Took me long enough....</title><content type='html'>Ok Ok I've actually been back to more than 2 weeks and took me till now to update my blog, yes I know its boring with no new post to read so here, this is sometrhing new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok church camp just ended...and what did I learn, well, in terms of a "great" sudden influx of knowledge, well, I would say I've learnt notinhg...kinda sad arh...but in terms of small everyday things I guessed I did learn something at least...guess I'll have to be contented with what I got out of it, some times the smallest of things can be like a snowball that starts aa avaluanche...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are my thoughts on the camp that just ended? Well, the highlight for me was in fact the leading of singspration, strange isn't it, something which most people dread to do, turned out to be my highlight of this camp...(weird people got weird taste). I though of how I was doing it, reading the verses, putting in more verses than songs, making it more important for the meaning of the verses to get throught, and after thinking about how it was done, and watching the video evaluation that was done 4 months ago, I relised something very scary, my style of leading is becoming increasingly similar to somebody's style....my singspration is becoming a teaching session....HOW?!?!?!?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the other highlight would be the night walk on Sentosa, somehow I wished it was darker...hmmm maybe I just happen to like dark places...hmm I don't know, or maybe I enjoy the trill of being in the midst of danger, I don't know that either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing puzzles me, why do so many of us get scare once we put on the blind fold, why did so many people conclude that we would be walking throught the area blind folded? Have we gotten too used to the ability of sight that we forgotten how to use our other senses to make up for it? Have we lost faith in the people around us that they will always be protecting us? Why are we contented to sit there and cry and be scare when we can spend that time praying? Just after learning that God's hand is never too short to help have we forgotten that the minute we are faced with a difficult task? I think this just reminds us how easily it is we can get shaken or even fall away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking the talk, walking by faith, walking with Jesus....looks like its not as easy as what everybody thinks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-113440220455389682?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/113440220455389682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=113440220455389682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113440220455389682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113440220455389682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/12/took-me-long-enough.html' title='Took me long enough....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-113198175725231354</id><published>2005-11-14T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T23:29:33.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent thoughts...</title><content type='html'>Arh... its been a long time since I've updated this blog, ok truth is I was free since 7th November, just been playing too much to updated my blog, or more rather nothing happening....but when nothing happens I will start thinking of a lot of things, and sooooo....here are the a lot of things I've been thinking about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, have any of you noticed if you have totally no idea or no understanding of something and start commenting on it what will you look like.....well, you look like a Fool....it is rather a pity as well, come to think of it, how are you able to tell a Fool that he/she is really a Fool? Hmm...its just like trying to tell a Schizophrenic that he/she is mad...of course Schizophrenics are not really mad, but yah you get my idea.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, doing things to please others, sound very unfair right? Doing things to please your parents, even though it might make you unhappy; unfair? Before anybody even think if it is unfair, why not think how many things have our parents done to please us. Seriously if you can't be bothered with serving others, why should others be bothered with serving you, if you serve expecting returns; why do you serve in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok these are things just pop-ed up into my mind when I was pissing, as you can really see, sometimes, I just have too much time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for something more relevent, I find it strange though that it is at this time now, that I suddenly start to "regain" contact with all my past poly friends...strange isn't it, when I'm back in Singapore I can't really contact them, or at least most of them, no matter how hard I try, but when I'm not in the country, they just keep poping up non-stop...&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think I'll answer their question in a more direct way(incase any of you are reading my blog), I'll be typing in a 1st person view on it.&lt;br /&gt;The common thing most of you said/asked me was "You've matured a lot all these times..", "I can see you've changed a lot." "What made you change?", the answer I gave all of you was the same, chrisitan life, some believed, some don't because I've been a chrisitan for a rather long time, so why change now?. For those of you who believed well, you can just read on, for those who don't I hope you'll understand after reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question which I post back is "What makes a chrisitan?" or "What does it mean to be a christian?" The common understanding of a chrisitan is well, goes to church on sunday, read the bible, prays a lot, puts faith in something invisible, or some people will even call chrisitans weirdos. This can be food for thought for chrisitnas as well, going to church, reading the bible, praying, all these are things that even non-christians can do, so what makes us as christians different?&lt;br /&gt;I would say this now, I was never really a chrisitan until, I started to seek God, things like putting God as the main focus, focusing on Godlyness, christ likeness...and it wasn't until like 2 years ago that this started to happen. You see the logic here is "the faith that bring about you salvation should be the same faith the brings about your transformation." otherwise its like saying "I want God/Jesus in my life, but I still want full control over it.", its like saying you want somebody to change your life and you still want things to be the same, which of course pretty much just dosen't add up. So well, as the song goes "Seek ye first the Kingdom of God and His rightousness and all these things shall be added unto you..."&lt;br /&gt;Hmm of course the logic presented above was a bit more towards the calvinistic stand point and does point to the trinity as well, feel free to clear these 2 points with me as I do feel blogs are not a very good place to lay out doctrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's a lot more to explain and some things I cannot explain as well, but yah this is pretty much it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-113198175725231354?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/113198175725231354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=113198175725231354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113198175725231354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113198175725231354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/11/recent-thoughts.html' title='Recent thoughts...'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9608181.post-113091760070572910</id><published>2005-11-02T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:46:40.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>This is a story, of course not be me lah, I've not reached the stage where I'm so brillent yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is walking along a very long road,&lt;br /&gt;this road is very uneven and some times can be very very narrow.&lt;br /&gt;So he finally came along this narrow parth, suddenly he slips and falls...&lt;br /&gt;He knocks onto rocks try despiritly to grab hold of something to hold on to...&lt;br /&gt;Half way through he finally manages to catch hold of a branch, a very strong brunch in fact.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, holding on to the branch is a lot better than falling into something that he dosne't know,&lt;br /&gt;But the man knows that he cannot remain there forever...&lt;br /&gt;So he started to shout for help "Is there anybody UP there?"&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough a voice  from above replied..."Yes?" "Is sombody down there?"&lt;br /&gt;The man replied : "Yes, I need help, can you help me?"&lt;br /&gt;The voice : "I can help you, but you must trust me."&lt;br /&gt;The man : "Ok, I'll do Anything, just help me. Tell me what I must do."&lt;br /&gt;The voice : "Let go..."&lt;br /&gt;The man paused for a minute and continued to shout : "Is there anybody else up there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok end of story, any thoughts, anybody learnt anthing? I'm not turning this into an online discussion, anything send me email or ask me when I get back.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-113091760070572910?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/113091760070572910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=113091760070572910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113091760070572910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113091760070572910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/11/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-113056342590839868</id><published>2005-10-29T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T13:23:45.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Sem post....</title><content type='html'>Its the end of sem...I've made it so far...yet not I alone....for I know who watches over me all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am now, crossed between comfort of the house and the air condition of the school, for those of you who don't know why, well its summer now in australia, and its just getting hotter. I guess I choose the school in the end, here I am now sitting here alone in the Mac Lab, listening to my iPod(Rebecca St. James).&lt;br /&gt;I'm not free yet, I still have 4 more assignments to go, I'm just taking a break to allow my parents to feel at ease so they know I'm getting enough rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time spent here in Uni(and in Australia) was and is and will always be time well spent, by saying this phrase I also say it depends on self to know what your here for and to set the objective. Sometimes, its just a matter of going, doing without know the purpose behind the big picture and have faith in whoever is guiding you.&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten to know more people, more friends from not just 1 country. Yes, YES, hot chicks as well....(looks at Jeremy and Joshua), ok lah I know some really cool guys as well lah. Know so much more about multimedia now, learnt so much more about other things, deep down inside me I do wish I could learn evenmore but I'm starting to get home sick, and soon will be the time for me be back in SG. So as much as I am looking forward to go back to Singapore, I am looking forward to come back next sem as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of my tutorial group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/IMG_0765_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/IMG_0765_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure a lot of people will want to know what I'm thinking or how I'm feeling now, I not used to saying things from my point of view, however there is always somewhere that I can find something that expresses my feelings, so read on and find what I have to say now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy is the man that findeth wisdom, and the man that getteth          &lt;br /&gt;understanding. For the merchandise of it is better than the merchandise of silver, and the gain thereof than fine gold. - Proverbs 3:13-14(KJV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-113056342590839868?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/113056342590839868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=113056342590839868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113056342590839868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/113056342590839868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/10/end-of-sem-post.html' title='End of Sem post....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9608181.post-112890642767471613</id><published>2005-10-10T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:07:07.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't expect anything....</title><content type='html'>Oi I'm too busy lah, no mood and no time to update my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is as much as an update you guys will get for this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy....very busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big problem, not my problem&lt;br /&gt;Small problem, solve it yourself&lt;br /&gt;Anything within my scope, look for my group leader or project partner&lt;br /&gt;Anything not within my scope, don't bother me&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot find me don't bother finding...&lt;br /&gt;If you found my don't bother me....&lt;br /&gt;If you bother to, tell others not to bother me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll have the time and mood to update this sometime during the week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets keep each other in prayer, I'm sure I'm not the only busy person now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112890642767471613?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112890642767471613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112890642767471613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112890642767471613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112890642767471613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-expect-anything.html' title='Don&apos;t expect anything....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-112831871331078787</id><published>2005-10-03T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T13:51:53.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday is over...</title><content type='html'>Ok, the holidays are over....Finally...or was I hoping that it would never end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause here comes the projects...I hate to admit it, but deep down inside me I know there is only one way I can work now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Seng....Hello Chol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has came and left already...I look back now and remember the day when I left the airport in Singapore, crying, praying, looking at the people around, sad to leave yet happy as a new chapter of my life starts, now how much longer before I'm back....just slightly more than a months time....so what have I learnt here, what have I done here...seriously I have no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it" Palms 139:6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess going to for camps and talks has really changed me again, mixing with christians and remembering how I became what I am today...I won't say its bad at all, in fact I just notice more things get done or I just more comfortable with my dominent character....&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I'm living like that would be due to the fact that I'm in a new place, but getting used to it, I guess I've just made it one of my natural environments as well...&lt;br /&gt;And yet now that I've gotten here I can't say I did it all on my own..it must be whats inside me...once again He working, He pretty much didn't stop working, just that I was too busy caught up with my owe life to notice His works.&lt;br /&gt;"But by the grace of God I am what I am..."1 Cor 15:10....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it strange now that I'm quoting the same verses that I quoted before I left...have I fallen that much that I needed such a reminder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112831871331078787?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112831871331078787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112831871331078787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112831871331078787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112831871331078787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/10/holiday-is-over.html' title='Holiday is over...'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-112792333129941006</id><published>2005-09-28T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T00:02:11.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days of enlightening madness...</title><content type='html'>Hmm...5 days, just 5 days and so much has happened...lets list down that has happened...(be prepared this is a very long blog entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Genesis talk about refuting Evolution at Cooper's plain&lt;br /&gt;2. First contact with OCF&lt;br /&gt;3. Tiff's car is now officially called the Tiff Mobile&lt;br /&gt;4. Crashed the weekend at Tiff house&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to Tiff's church&lt;br /&gt;6. Went for OCF camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say..the logic like this, IF everything written in the bible is true including Genesis, than all the the0ries that evolution is based upon will not be true...right? So than the question here is how can we prove that what the world believed in all these years is false?&lt;br /&gt;Well, cause if we can't than we cannot prove that Genesis is true and which means the bible is not true, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I can really picture a lot of you question yourselfs now, looking left and right...I'm sure most of us will be able to prove part of Genesis to be true, but we can prove the whole of it? We can say things like there was no missing link by quoting Gen 1:26, but can we prove there is no missing link?&lt;br /&gt;And what about the million of years theories? is that true as well? What if it is not? What is the mid-atlantic ridge took just 40 days to form, what if the grand canyon took just 1 year to form and not this million of years...Hmmm What could happen within 40 days or 1 year that could create something like that it has to be some major global catastrophe won't it?&lt;br /&gt;You see we can try to quote as much as we like about creation from the bible, but as long as we cannot prove the world's point of view about things happening over millions of years, we cannot prove the bible to be true which also means whatever we quote will be useless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is there a way to prove wrong this "millions of years" theory that scientists have come up with?&lt;br /&gt;(I'm very tempted to tell you all everything, but I'll just leave my blog like that and let you all guess, But do rest assured I do have some answers that I'll share when I get back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing, crashing at Tiff's house ok crashing its not like fun fun fun lah, it is fun lah abd "happening" arh...right Tiff...? But thanks anyway lah, for the food, the chillie, and enduring the trouble I've caused...for taking me to all those places, your birthday dinner, Mount Graviat, talking cock with you, talking to your brother. Yah Shawn hope to see you in FMC towards the end of the year. And of course for intorducing me to so many OCFers, Judy, Benny, Jonathan, Evelyn, Sue-ann...Jassica..Oops thats MingDao's other name....hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it feel amazing when God has answered your prayer and you see the change in your life, but I can tell you it feel just as good, when you start to discover bits and pieces of God's plain and your guess all this time is becoming more obvious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mixing with the OCFers at the camp I've finally seen how ways and pathes can be made with one has lost all hope, I never thought of going for an OCF camp, but Thanks to Judy for this invitation I enjoyed myself at this camp, it was refreshing, and the messages were really good, my only regret would be being unable to stay for more of the activities, I hope you learnt as much as well, and yah contiune to grow, I believe you'll be a good BS leader one day.&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. I believe when I start off I was more in-adequate than you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as all of you can see, a fair bit of things happened to me this holiday, and believe it or not I think I've grown even more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of his good pleasure - Philippians 2:13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112792333129941006?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112792333129941006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112792333129941006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112792333129941006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112792333129941006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/09/5-days-of-enlightening-madness.html' title='5 days of enlightening madness...'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-112735593095355149</id><published>2005-09-22T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T10:25:30.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a good question...</title><content type='html'>Ok ok I got this question during one of my BS lessons I was having in Uni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who like looking into you'll enjoy finding the answer for this....For those who think you're "Up there already" this question will bring you back to earth...For all my non-Christian friends, you'll cheer at this question(don't be too happy too fast).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my CG, coming up with a good argument means another dinner treat, CGLs NOT applicable so to all the my CGMs, try getting together to come up with answer, of course there is no definite answer to it, I'm just looking for a good argument...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the question..."Who is Jesus Christ?"...No no no, not so simple lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the real question YES its an apologetic..."If God is that great to create everything, did He create evil as well?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....I wonder...ok CGMs, you've got 2 months to claim your treat... all the best..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112735593095355149?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112735593095355149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112735593095355149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112735593095355149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112735593095355149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-got-good-question.html' title='I&apos;ve got a good question...'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9608181.post-112730804156333662</id><published>2005-09-21T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:07:21.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've been up to lately</title><content type='html'>Ok, its the time of the day when I update my blog again, as usual....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, after reading my tags, I found something very interesting....Jeremy I got a proposal for you...I'll stake my PS2 on the bet, than you choose another flavour, other than triple berry, and Joshua will loose which means he has to buy me another Ps2, which I will give to you, which means Josh will be the only one without a Ps2... so how about that? hahahahahhaha thats why they call me *beep*.....arghhh...*beep* that *beep *beep* censorship blogger you suck...and so do you Plato!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my first sem is comign to an end and I got NO exams, which means, my assignments are getting really big right now, which means I got less free time(sorry ladies), which means I'm going to be more stressed, which also means I'm doing all sorts of funny reading like stuff from Plato which I don't understand and make me hate him more... and of course which also means I've got a whole new bag of tricks(multimedia skills)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the midst of all this projects assginments, exams.....it is ok to compromise our walk with God? Is it ok to study the bible ONLY when we have free time? Is it ok to "mug" the bible ONLY when there is something in it for us? Is it even ok to store things up to a boiling point when WE finally can't take anymore before talking to God?&lt;br /&gt;Most of us will be temped to the the "textbook" of "No" for all the question...some would even jump to the defence and say "no" is not a textbook answer...but here is the deal I'm not one bit interested in anybody's answer....I don't care even if its yes to all of the questions...&lt;br /&gt;I think the more important question here is "Does it please God to live like this?" "Are we glorifying God living this way?"&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thinking aloud here, its not that anything happened or something, but yah just something to think about for some of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here are some of my latest works, enjoy, try looking at them from a it further away, 3 of them where submitted as my projects, the rest was just done for fun...the last image I think all of you would know who it is for, its for someone special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Camp%20Com%202004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Camp%20Com%202004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Joy_Esther_Jun_Evangeline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Joy_Esther_Jun_Evangeline.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Jem_Josh_Dan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Jem_Josh_Dan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/Youth%20Sunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/Youth%20Sunday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/IMG_0287%20Mosaic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/IMG_0287%20Mosaic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112730804156333662?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112730804156333662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112730804156333662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112730804156333662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112730804156333662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-ive-been-up-to-lately.html' title='What I&apos;ve been up to lately'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9608181.post-112650271465432165</id><published>2005-09-11T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:25:14.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Josh...</title><content type='html'>assuming some of you read my blog most of the time, you'll proberly see this, Happy Birthday Joshua. I miss you guys back there, hope you're coping well in SMU, no doubt I believe UQ have Hotter chick than SMU....hahahahaha, I hope the eye candy there is enoug hto cope with the stress...yah dude see you in 2 month's time, which also means I want my PS2 back by then, *smile smile* but yah I've got you b-day present here with me I can't send it back cause it like 242g and it will cost me about AUD$20 to send it back, I hope you understand this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Jeremy please choose a flavour, 1. Apricot, 2. Apple and Cranberry 3. Triple Berry, please tell me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah I've been very busy, but I got a gut feeling you guys as in all of you will be hearing from me very soon, I hope...Ok off to do some other stuff...damn my lanudry is outside and it raining now...nopw its a STORM.....yikes.... ok ok I'll update you guys if I'm still alive after the storm...see you all in 2 months time...&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/9608181-112650271465432165?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112650271465432165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112650271465432165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112650271465432165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112650271465432165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-josh.html' title='Happy Birthday Josh...'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9608181.post-112588844727659519</id><published>2005-09-05T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T10:47:27.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All my belated post...</title><content type='html'>Ok when was the last time I posted to my blog.....very long ago right? don't know when also I bet soe of you thought my hand dropped off or my brain suddenly stopped working right?...arh...don't think I don't know ok....&lt;br /&gt;(That was Daniel just being "bo liao" and adding some of his madness to his blog....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok update newflash....or whatever you guy want to call it....and Yes I'm still alive if any of you think I'm "bo liao" at this point of time at least I'm better than some pay and pay gahmen who has nothing better to do than to think of ways to suck their people's money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get back to what I wanted to type all along...I've been busy with assignments, yes just for the record, Daniel is actually studying and getting some work done.(not something you would see everyday) Coping well lah, assignments are interesting, sound designing, essays on narrative analysis, sound map drafts...blah blah blah...practially all the interesting stuff that busniess management and information systems students don't get to do hahahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;Been making a lot of videos lately..., but here is the catch, everytime I make a video, I suppose to think of the story, the foreshadow of the story, who I'm telling the story to, who is telling the story, who is the narrative in the story, how many stories am I telling in 1 video...the list goes one....as you can see I've improved in this area but it is no longer as fun as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I've been learning at school most of the time...been to seaworld lately just to let you guys know, I went to seaworld on 27/08/2005 hmmm...that date seems very close to some people's birthday right? Just so some of you have an idea of what you are getting....the photos can be found at this site &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/user/elementium"&gt;http://community.webshots.com/user/elementium&lt;/a&gt; the photos are not digitally enhanced, because seriously I don't have the time to do anything now a day, except eat, sleep ,shit , play WE8,  study,  go church...sounds a bit sad right, but don't worry I intend to make up for lost time.... ; - P&lt;br /&gt;In those photos are of course my long awaited photos of my first few days here and the Ekka fair I went to in Brisbane. You guys can check out the rides in seaworld(espaically the "Corkscrew" I took that ride and was never the same again), check out the animals at the Ekka, check out my Uni for those of you who have not seen it and of course you can check out my house mates as well(their all girls and I have their numbers if any of you want them... ; D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be about it for now...since its all said and done I guess I'll go attempt to crash another Mac, lets trying using photoshop this time to crash it...wish me luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel out...(man I always wanted to say that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112588844727659519?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112588844727659519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112588844727659519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112588844727659519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112588844727659519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-my-belated-post.html' title='All my belated post...'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-112467270417427172</id><published>2005-08-19T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T09:05:04.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I crashed a Mac</title><content type='html'>Read the title, I bet some of you thought it was not possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am living proof, it IS possible to crashed Mac, althought I have to admint it is far more stable than our stupid Microsoft Windows, and of course the Mac OS X has sooo much more features with a completely new integrated design aspect ot the look and feel of the OS, it sometimes pretty much makes Windows look like cheap ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my project partner and I where doing some heavy sound editing on the Mac, noise removal, tempo shift, normalization, pitch/tone modification, amplitude control and of course my personal favourite EQ....&lt;br /&gt;After like altering 20 frequency channels on the EQ panel, the Mac seem to slightly slow down a little, of course Windows would have crashed by then... and with all that editing the raw sound file would have been a few hundred MB, and we decided to save it on our network drives(note: we forgot to close the sound editing program) and started to transfer the files...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cool part, suddenly the screen faded out, and a transparent black background started to slide down from the top of the screen, and in the center of that background was a white box saying "OS X has experianced some errors, please press the power buttom and ....blah blah blah...." can you guys imagine it, Macs actually have transition when it crashes, Windows just gives you this stupid blue screen. This is so cool, I think I'll go crash a few more Macs....seems fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112467270417427172?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112467270417427172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112467270417427172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112467270417427172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112467270417427172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-i-crashed-mac.html' title='The day I crashed a Mac'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-112406879766013006</id><published>2005-08-12T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T09:19:57.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One night in Brisbane....</title><content type='html'>Hmm...what have I been up to lately....&lt;br /&gt;Read on and find out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 11/8/2005, Time: 10pm, Place: Mercury(club), Event: Singapore Students' Celebration(National Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the one crappest thing I did since coming here, and really I'll never do it again....cause it SUCKS!!! big time....&lt;br /&gt;Damn I thought it was going to be fun, BUT...it was not fun at all...&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I had to wait for 2hrs for my housemates to arrive(Dosen't mean that guy always have to wait for girl, and even if it is waiting, its not suppose to be that long....)&lt;br /&gt;Than we walked to the club, just for the record, Mercury is nothing compared to Zouk, and the DJ sucks man, there was only like 2 retro songs the whole night..WAH LAU...the dance floor was smaller than Zouk...and the first few people dancing where a bunch of "ah liens" in short skirts and tubes.....GIVE ME A BREAK....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vodka Cocktails were going at AUD$5 per bottle...some how or rather I think I downed more than 6 and what a let down, I didn't even feel "high" enough to start dancing...played a few games of pool and thanks to one of my housemates who...tried all means to distract me everytime I took a shot(let just say I felt the way she was behaving is VERY unGodly for a christian and I am stopping short at using harsher language on her), despite of that I still won, try harder next time ladies, touching and showing skin does not mean a guy will loose his concentration....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the best part.. its 2am we missed the last train home....which means we have totally no form of transport home until the next day...hmm what is the most logical thing to do when you are stuck in a forgien country with no transport home for the next 4hours...&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop whining and start thinking.&lt;br /&gt;2. Look for somewhere safe to sit around, prefablely a 24hr foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't wonder off alone, in other words stick together.&lt;br /&gt;4. Like it or not, we're all on the same boat so shut up already......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of you would be able to guess that I was very pissed off with something, just wasen't showing it at that time... we spent the whole night/morning wondering around Brisbane, sitting at the train station looking for toilets and doing NOTHING...great just great....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story, Australia really dosen't have a night life, its either pubs, sex or go home...I think I'll stick to choice number 3 for now....&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah also plan before you leave for somewhere and having a rough idea of what the place might turn out to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112406879766013006?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112406879766013006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112406879766013006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112406879766013006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112406879766013006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-night-in-brisbane.html' title='One night in Brisbane....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9608181.post-112294934943932510</id><published>2005-08-02T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T10:22:29.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>p9930938 -&gt; CPL Daniel -&gt; s4084487</title><content type='html'>Time flies and thing happen and things go by, life moves on without waiting for us....&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes too fast, sometimes too slow, sometimes faster than we know....&lt;br /&gt;We try to move with it but are often caught too busy, and we feel as if we have no time...&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is sometimes we are just wasting time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life and time will not delay...&lt;br /&gt;Time is running fast away...&lt;br /&gt;Life is now today today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just to let you guys know...p9930928 was my student number back in Singapore Poly, CPL Daniel was my final rank obtained in the Armed Forces, and finally now, s4084487 is my student ID number in UQ(University of Queensland)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it strange as each and every stage and point of time, it is the same person, just that the time is different and at all 3 stages the same person will have different needs, different objectives and different goals, which makes it look as though, it is a totally different person, but in fact the same...&lt;br /&gt;So what do we call this than? the Growing up process? Evolution? Adaptation? Conforming to time? hmmm....the same and yet different person....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112294934943932510?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112294934943932510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112294934943932510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112294934943932510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112294934943932510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/08/p9930938-cpl-daniel-s4084487.html' title='p9930938 -&gt; CPL Daniel -&gt; s4084487'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-112244103132916765</id><published>2005-07-27T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T13:10:31.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few days have past</title><content type='html'>Its been a few days, I hope you guys enjoy the pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school has started I'm not very busy YET...yes yes some of you know I only get 3 subject tihs semister...blah blah blah...but I can see from the course mater that I only have 3 for a reason, try having to create 4 movies, a major proramming project and doing some sound designing at the same time...guess I'm not so free after all ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm posting this but let me just say when your overseas alone, there are a few things that you're very easy to fall into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Loosing the guard on your heart...why&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes you just feel alone and you really want company, and the first girl/guy that come along is like, BAM, she's a good target and will be great for this time... Well think again, getting into a wrong relationship dosen't just affect your life, it affects 2 lives...so people don't ever loose guard, the heart, more like our hearts, can REALLY tell us the wrong things at times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Removing/Forgetting God from our lives&lt;br /&gt;If you where online this afternoon, you would have seen my msn nick as "Overwhelmed with fustration" yes, I was very fed up, for the first time in 5 years I slamed a door, and houses in aussie are made out of wood, so the bang was really loud. Why was I fustrated, I did not get the class timings I wanted for 2 subjuects in a role, and I couldn't find a project partner because I didn't know anyone, and I started to say "How I wished I was back in Singapore, this won't happen..." Notice one thing in my entire tought process.....Well, for those who have yet to figured it out, I forgot to pray, I've totally forgotten about God in the mist of all this fustration, when I was walking to class, I just said "God please help me, I hate it when this happens...", it was more of a complaint in life than a prayer to God....Thank God He didn't decide to strike me dead.....&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say...God answers prayers, even though it sounds more like a complain... someone just happen to approach me during pratical session, and I've now got a project partner, I didn't get my time slots though, but it dosen't matter, life is defiantelly NOT about what I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people I leave you with this for today...Tune in next time for the story of a boy, direct from Australia...same time all the time same blog....hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112244103132916765?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112244103132916765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112244103132916765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112244103132916765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112244103132916765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/07/few-days-have-past.html' title='A few days have past'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-112244023802527383</id><published>2005-07-25T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T12:57:18.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 fine sunday....</title><content type='html'>Today is sunday..hahahaha, and guess what....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a church in Ipswich Central, wow sounds good arh, Daniel attending church and all walking to church...blah blah blah, until I found out, the "methodist church" that I attending well, its a uniting church, and there are ONLY female pastor, and they believe in the catholic church and practices....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house mate was like out of the church the minute she heard their paryer, I stayed for the sermon, they seem to have all the thing of a standard methodist church, singspration, scripture reading, sermon, benediction.... but their teachings seem very ritualized and YES they believe in the catholic church, which mean....I so NOT going there again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon, I went to sunny bank a.k.a mini-chiantown....with my tursty little tour guide, yes, I really mean it trusty and little...she's non other than Tiffany, I'm sure some of you and imagine the amount of noise the 2 of us are capable of making....good thing sunny bank is still in one piece...ok it was really an eye opener to see another suburb of Queensland, and it looks just like china town, the first time I see more chinese than aussies here in Australia. The food was GREST, the shops were great, the prices were rather low, girls(Koreans and Japs) were great, and of course the whole place was great, looks like it's gonna be a place I visit on long weekends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit of food for thought...&lt;br /&gt;When I was at sunny bank, I saw Koreans, Japs, Hongkees, Taiwaniese guys, and their dressing was really ermm...lets just say it beats SG guys flat, we can dress up just as nice as them, but we just not doing it.....I don't know why but I seem to asked myself this question..."Does it please God, if I were to try and dress like them?" "Does it please God if I try to confirm to their &lt;em&gt;style?"&lt;/em&gt; How I wished that everytime before I do something in life I'm able to ask this question, "By doing this....does it please God...?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112244023802527383?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112244023802527383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112244023802527383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112244023802527383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112244023802527383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/07/1-fine-sunday.html' title='1 fine sunday....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-112212176076949499</id><published>2005-07-23T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T20:29:20.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos...of my room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/IMG_0583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/IMG_0583.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, see something new??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/IMG_0585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/IMG_0585.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supply of food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/IMG_0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/IMG_0584.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that make me feel at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/IMG_0582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/IMG_0582.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dressing table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/IMG_0581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/IMG_0581.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My study table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/IMG_0577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/IMG_0577.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed, yes yes, its an S.H.E. pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/IMG_0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/IMG_0579.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another angle of my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/IMG_0580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/IMG_0580.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I placed the jigsaw...you can actually see it from the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/IMG_0578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/IMG_0578.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind that door are all my clothes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112212176076949499?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112212176076949499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112212176076949499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112212176076949499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112212176076949499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/07/photosof-my-room.html' title='Photos...of my room'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-112194374704738530</id><published>2005-07-21T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T19:37:20.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/IMG_04981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/IMG_04981.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place I live in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/IMG_0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/IMG_0511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place I study in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/IMG_0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/IMG_0517.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The building I study in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/IMG_0519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/IMG_0519.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually a library...(inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/1600/IMG_0522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/707/320/IMG_0522.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from my uni...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112194374704738530?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112194374704738530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112194374704738530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112194374704738530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112194374704738530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/07/photos.html' title='Photos...'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-112168473643023267</id><published>2005-07-18T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:05:36.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation Day 1</title><content type='html'>In a flash things has started... its orientation day 1...&lt;br /&gt;And I actually know this Swedish guy thats says its hot here in aussie...oh man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok for all you SMU, NUS, NTU people, guess what...I've only got to take 3 modules this semister, and for the rest of my semister, I don't have to take more than 4 modules, so it either 4 or 3 modules per semister...and I only like got to school 3 days a week...its like WOW....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some people will say, I'm going to be very bored, others will say I will be wondering around aussie, sorry to disappoint, but you've all got it wrong, Dennis once asked me why do I want to loan away my PS2 when I'm in aussie, won't I get bored?...&lt;br /&gt;Here is something new(maybe not so new), you guys can try...Have you even tried talking to God when you're bored? If not, why not try, you never know what He might teach you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so whats new, my entire family is here already, Dad and Sis, just came today...(spending power up by 100%)hahahahaha.....but I won't really have time to spend with them these few days, I'll be in school and all and this and that and getting my Uni admin stuff settled...blah blah... so hopefully one of these days I'll be able to do some late night shopping...HOPEFULLY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy I still remember one of your request, before I left maybe I'll be able to forfill it soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112168473643023267?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112168473643023267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112168473643023267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112168473643023267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112168473643023267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/07/orientation-day-1.html' title='Orientation Day 1'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-112147558837339374</id><published>2005-07-16T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T08:59:48.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>Where is the church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I prayed : "Dear LORD, I am lost now, I don't know what to do and I need some help, I know You have a purpose for me here, but I just can't see it now. LORD I can't find a church, I can't even see one on my way here from the airport, please show me just one building? just one building with a cross on it, not something as nice as FMC, but just a simple building with a cross, I feel so far from You now, show me where I can serve You. I just feel so far now LORD, please guide me, I can't carry on by my own, LORD....this I pray is Jesus name..Amen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for God to show me just 1 build with a cross on it....&lt;br /&gt;HE SHOWED ME 3...and more...I took a bus to Ipswich central it made a wrong turn(which usually dosen't happen) and during the process of making that wrong turn and getting back on the correct route I saw 3 churches and a building named "Wesley Mission Ipswich", I not only found a chruch I found a methodist church and a missions center...UQ also has a chapel service and one of my house mates is in OCF, it dosen't stop there, God showed me more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Cor 3:16 - Don't you know that you are a temple of God, and that God's Spirit lives in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So why do I feel far from God? Do you need a "church" to know that God is around? Do you need a "church" to start a cell group? Do you need a "church" to worship God? Not at all.. God is EVERYWHERE...you don't need a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already with that much heart knowledge I can drift away and start having doubts, what more if I only had head knowledge, I would have forgotten about God and it would be really sad...so I eurge all of you to work in heart knowledge, cause if you're not well gorunded, it is realy VERY easy to drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINNER: it dosen't matter who won this round, all Glory goes to God.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112147558837339374?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112147558837339374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112147558837339374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112147558837339374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112147558837339374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-3.html' title='Chapter 3'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-112147440920386391</id><published>2005-07-16T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T08:40:09.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>Chap2: Daniel V.S. the Weahter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore you complain about the heat...here you complain about the cold...its hard to please a human being..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, remember all those wooden frames you guys have me, they almost got quarinteen at the airport, its considered wooden articles...(yes Jeremy go ahead and say it : "What the COCK!!")yah but its ok they are all with me now.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I got off the plane out into the open and got a shock, the wind was like freash and COLD....man it was COLD, Ipswich is like -2 degrees from the temp of Brisbane. To make things worse, my lips already cracked on the plane and now that is even colder, my lips are worse... :(&lt;br /&gt;And well, whats that problem that I have when there is dry weather and extreme change in climate? Yes, continous nose bleeding....(its still happening every now and then today).&lt;br /&gt;Things are SLOWER... but the country is beautiful, and the houses are a bit shorter, you don't get flats here, you get HOUSES, short houses...landed property anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Well, with a set of cracked lips(no kissing for at least 1 month, not that I've got anybody to kiss), and a nose that feels like bleeding every once in awhile...&lt;br /&gt;Winner: the WEATHER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glori, the Oakleys here are about $100 cheaper than in SG...hahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112147440920386391?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112147440920386391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112147440920386391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112147440920386391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112147440920386391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-2.html' title='Chapter 2'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-112142987377189096</id><published>2005-07-12T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:17:53.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>Daniel V.S. the Air Plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I 've gotton off the plane, but I'm yet to get an internet access, not this is really a belated messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussie is a nice country but slow, very slow, things really move slowly. ok now more about Daniel V.S. the Air Plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know I have motion sickness, so it was a bit hard on that "stupid plane" and about a month ago I had dreams of the plane crashing or something, so that added to me being more scared of the plane. Thanks to all your prayers, and all, I don't have to update my blog from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;I hate plane rides, I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, and worse of all the air corn was so cold my lips started to crack. I tried to watch a movie but there was really nothing nice and believe me, when you're feeling that sick you really don't feel like watching anything. So it just went on for 8 hrs, lucky no babies cried on board otherwise that would have been my braking point. Landing was the worst, my motion sickness took full effect and I was like grabing my air sickness bag, but thanks fully again, I didn't have to use it, was more or less busy chewing my gum and trying to "pre-occupied" looking to "things" to look at....although there was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Fianlly the time comes, 11th july 9.25am, touch down in brisbane, 1 one piece,  have not vormited, but a bit hungry and tired of course. Therefore Winner is DANIEL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats it just to let you guy know I'm safe, and I miss all of you back there, looking for a church now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to Esther, Glorijoy and Lijun, I placed that jiggsaw puzzle in a position that if I where to leave my room door opened, anybody that walks in to the house and take a small peek into my room, they will be able to see it. And Joshua for goodness sick pick up the phone when I call you the next time, Jeremy thanks for answering the call, really needed to talk to someone at that time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tunes for chapter Daniel V.S. the Weather...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112142987377189096?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112142987377189096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112142987377189096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112142987377189096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112142987377189096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/07/chapter-1.html' title='Chapter 1'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-112062687243341387</id><published>2005-07-06T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T13:14:32.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commentry on video (sermon on the blog)</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know some of you will be looking out for this, so here goes, but first I'll just say a few things(as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not the biggest production I've ever made, the biggest one was for "Sink or Swim", BUT back then, my focus was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by no means&lt;/span&gt; right, it was more to show off and I was to young a Christian to know what it means to actually do thing for God, or in view of God. So yah, this video, I had to make sure I was walking right all the time, otherwise the focus would go off and nothing will be right, so I eurge all of you guys, be it whatever you ar doing, singing, playing, organising something...etc set your spiritual formation correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here goes, i didn't even notice I had 8 chunks of verses in that video, didn't bother counting them, just kept on adding them as long as the mean was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I quote all the verses in KJV, I won't answer this question but if you really want to know please ask Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 1, the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LORD's Prayer&lt;/span&gt; why start with the LORD's prayer, I was actually sturggle with this, as the origianl intend was to start with something else, but yah, I ended the video with 1 Cor 15:10, and it points back to God, so I decided to start with the LORD's Prayer, because as much I want to do this video for you guys, I want to do it for God as well and dedicate it to Him, so why only show that at the end, why not let everybody know that from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 2, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acts 2 46:47&lt;/span&gt;, ok this one is pretty simple, but its the start of the journey, notice before this I show pictures of the old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MYF, &lt;/span&gt;because we were really that smalland if you ask me to use 1 word to summrise these 2 verses, I would say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fellowship &lt;/span&gt;because that is what fellowship really is(as stated in the verse) coming together to not only spent time with each other but with God, as God did add to our numbers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 3, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaiah 40:30-31, &lt;/span&gt;as God added to our numbers I'm sure some will feel tired and some will feel faint, will cause thats how I felt at that time, it was around that time when I enter into the YM comm, and after like just 1 year serving in it I really felt tired, but look, what does this verse say, by no means we should run by our own strength, but every step we should wait upon the LORD. Look at what Christ said in Matt 11:28-30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 4, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romans 12:1-2,&lt;/span&gt; this verse actually ties down with the song("2 hands 1 heart by Don Moen") the first line goes "What can I give, What can I bring?" now let me ask all of us this question, What do we have that is not given to us by God, What do we know that de does not already know? the answer is pretty easy....NOTHING... so what does this verse say, offer your body, in other words give everything, what does the song say "2 hands, 1 heart, 1 life, I offer you", "I'll give you my heart, not just a part, I'm giving you my everything." So in the midst of serveing and all lets not forget, what we must be prepared to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 5, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalms 139:1-6&lt;/span&gt;, the words scrolled too fast here, because the song here is also Psalms 139, so if you missed the words, listen to the song. In the midst of all our ministry and serving, lets not forget that God know who we are, and this psalms pretty much tells us how much God know us, He know our tought even before we act, He know our words even before we speak, He know our rights and or wrongs, He know how sinfull we have all became, and He will always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; us even though He knows. This my friends I consider it Grace, something we don't even deserve. Knowing that God knows us so well, should't we all make an extra effort to know God, to walk right with God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 6, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proverbs 27:17, &lt;/span&gt;this is a very out of the blue thing, cause it was meant more for Joshua and Jeremy, I think this verse pretty much sums up how the 3 of us really compliments one another, how close we are to each other and how much we have all grown, and of course, I'm sure this goes for the 2 of them as well, we all thank God that we always have each other around to depend on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verse 7, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Chornicles 29:14, &lt;/span&gt;another verse that ties in with the song("Who am I" by casting crowns), because really who am I, or who are we? because all things come from God, and we are only giving back to God what He has already given us. Listen to the song, "Who am I, that the LORD of all the earth, would care to know my name, would care to feel my hurt?", "Not because of who I am, but because of what You've done. Not because of what I've done, but because of who You are. I am the flower quickly fading, here today and gone tomrrow, a wave tossed in the ocean, a vapour in the air, still You hear me when I'm calling, LORD you catch me when I'm falling and You tld me who I am...I am Your's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 8, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Corinthians 15:10, &lt;/span&gt;the main gist of this verse is actually humility, but I take it as dedicating everything possible in my life back to God, thats why before all this I actually type out what so many people have said to me, written in cards and books, in emails...as 2 things, i wanted to thanks all these people for encouraging me along the way, and I also want to tell them this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Thank me, Thank God for making me me, for what I have done was only made possible through God and God alone, NOT that I deserve to be able to do all these, but it was His Grace that allowed me to do so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112062687243341387?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112062687243341387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112062687243341387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112062687243341387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112062687243341387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/07/commentry-on-video-sermon-on-blog.html' title='Commentry on video (sermon on the blog)'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-112049589281989000</id><published>2005-07-05T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T01:07:32.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a few more days....</title><content type='html'>WOW, its just like 6 more days before I finally fly off to aussie for studies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe, I'm actually really leaving, what turned out first as only a dream is now Real...&lt;br /&gt;Finally I'm gonna wake up one day and poof....I'm in Australia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been spending time with most of my friends now a days, going here, going there...going everywhere...looking at this, looking at that, looking at almost everywhere... and everything...&lt;br /&gt;buying this buying that....trying to think of things that I will need there and cost cheaper over here...but really I can't think of much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad because I'm leaving, I feel happy because its going to be a whole new experiance, and I just don't know how to feel about this...OH MAN!!!!!! ARHHHHHH!!!!! WHY!!!!!!! I hate having mixed feelings, feels as though you're a guy having PMS, one minute you're happy, one minute you're sad....this sucks man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really gonna miss you guys back here, and I'm not even sure of what ahead of e now, and for some of you, don't bother trying to make me stay, cause its now a matter of too little too late..so yah thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished a had a little more time to spend time with you guys, but it just seems like time is never enough,and truely it IS never enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-112049589281989000?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/112049589281989000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=112049589281989000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112049589281989000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/112049589281989000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/07/only-few-more-days.html' title='Only a few more days....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-111944476128610269</id><published>2005-06-22T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T20:52:41.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one of those weird days.....</title><content type='html'>ermm....today was pretty weird....yah ermm weird....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing happened as usual, went out, went jogging learnt how to cook more food today's lesson was fried kue toew...I can't believe I'm actually learning how to cook...what is the world coming to...yah thats it I'm training to be a house husband...yah thats right if my future wife want to be the head of the family, I've got no complains, I'm happy staying at home everyday....YAH!!!hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today just feels funny, thats why I'm adding an entry for nothing...ok ok I'll just type some questions for reader to pounder upon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One must learn to obey before he can command."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To love is to obey, to obey is to believe..than how can be love someone we do not know? or how can we believe someone we do not know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To evngalise is easy, but what does it take to really make a deciple?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does is mean to worship in spirit and in truth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is Salvation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does it mean to be useful for God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does it mean to carry your cross daily and follow him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A New commandment &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; give unto you that you love(agape) one another as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;have&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;loved(agape) you" - Is this do-able?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually these are just some of the questions going through my head the past few days...and now as I looked back...wow a lot has happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fianlly last but not least "Why do girls have to go to toilets in groups??!?!?!" can somebody please tag me with an answer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-111944476128610269?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/111944476128610269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=111944476128610269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111944476128610269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111944476128610269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-one-of-those-weird-days.html' title='Another one of those weird days.....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-111944356802748847</id><published>2005-06-19T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T20:32:48.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best service ever experianced</title><content type='html'>WOWWEEEEEEEE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the best service I've ever experianced, we did service this morning  for our church(8.00am and 9.45am) and it was great.&lt;br /&gt;Never felt that way before, maybe its becuase we all got of on the same focus as our worship leader Jeremy(God). Well, Jem tell you the truth I was actrually looking forward to you doing a "Don Moen" playing the keyboard and singing at the same time, actually thought it would be cool and different as well, but that again I do get your point of getting carried away and not focusing on God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just something different about this morning's service, the musicians: Paul(Drums), Joel(Base), Glorijoy(Volin), Syn min(Keyboard), Shangjun(A/Guiter), Dorarity(Piano), the backup singers: Adeline, Joshua, Derek and Angie(She really sound like Sun Yan Zi), the Sound Crew: Lijun, Esther, Ziteng and me(Daniel) and of course our fearless leader Jeremy....for some reason or so we were all together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The repackageing of hyms was amazing, the hyms sounds new, but the meaning is still there...and for the first time someone told me the sound was good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, good as things may be...&lt;br /&gt;ALL GLORY GOES TO GOD!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-111944356802748847?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/111944356802748847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=111944356802748847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111944356802748847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111944356802748847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/06/best-service-ever-experianced.html' title='Best service ever experianced'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-111944257651093140</id><published>2005-06-17T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T20:16:16.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 and 1/2 days of peace....followed....</title><content type='html'>Wow...the past 3 days was really peaceful, nobody to disturbe me, I could play "ROME: Total War" for the whole day and get to absorbed in it..fighting spartans...trying to crusade to Jerusalem..etc. Its like I have so much time to spend with myself that I don't know how to spend it sometimes, went jogging everyday, swimming on alternate nights...(thank God I'm still single otherwise I won't have time for all these...hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;This free time not only enables me to spend time with myself, but I do find myself praying more often, not as in praying and asking for something, but rather just praying and talking..yah sounds wired right? But to all my Christians friends, have you guys tried doing it? I'm sure its gonna be a very refreashing experiance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the 3 1/2 days have ended, its like I've been thrown with a lot of home work out of a sudden....I'm not saying I hate doing verse study, but let me be prepared when you ask me..you, don't do it out of a blue, I'll get shocked myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to why, I was doing verse study on all those verses...well its another story for another time, for those who want to know, their Genesis 11:7 and Revelations 3:16, I do have notes on them rather detailed ones in fact and I'll be glade to explain them to anyone seeking an explaination....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ends another chapter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-111944257651093140?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/111944257651093140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=111944257651093140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111944257651093140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111944257651093140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/06/3-and-12-days-of-peacefollowed.html' title='3 and 1/2 days of peace....followed....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-111824719698291659</id><published>2005-06-08T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T00:13:16.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question, Question, Question, Questions</title><content type='html'>The following are a list of questions pertaining to how wired, both men and women are.&lt;br /&gt;(guys please answer the men part, girls please answer the women part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women:&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do girl go to the toilet in groups?&lt;br /&gt;2. If there is the bra why invent the nipple tape?&lt;br /&gt;3. Are cramp really THAT painful?&lt;br /&gt;4. Is it impossible to survive with just 1 pair of slippers?&lt;br /&gt;5. Do all your footware need to match your clothes?&lt;br /&gt;6. Why do women take so long just to get dressed?&lt;br /&gt;7. Is it really that difficult to read a road map?&lt;br /&gt;8. If you move from point A to point B, you move from A to B, NOT A to C than to somewhere else....&lt;br /&gt;9. Why are you constantly trying to prove that women are the greater sex? Cause if you really are, there won't be a need to.&lt;br /&gt;10. Dose SIZE really matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men:&lt;br /&gt;1. How many of you does it take to just change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;2. Why can't you talk while shaving?&lt;br /&gt;3. Is male ego really THAT important?&lt;br /&gt;4. If you even counted the number of people you listened to in life, minus your girlfriend, the number will always be ZERO...&lt;br /&gt;5. If men need time alone, why do you aspect women to be around on demand?&lt;br /&gt;6. Is it that diffucult to sit down a just LISTEN without giving comments?&lt;br /&gt;7. Why do men always assume that bad drivers are women?(even though it is a fact)&lt;br /&gt;8. Is it really that hard to use both sides of your brain to think?&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm not saying men are the greater sex, I'm saying we are equal, can't you get this point right?&lt;br /&gt;10. Does SIZE really matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I guess, whats left is "Why did the chicken cross the road?"&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please do not report me to some faminist accociation and neither am I gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-111824719698291659?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/111824719698291659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=111824719698291659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111824719698291659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111824719698291659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/06/question-question-question-questions.html' title='Question, Question, Question, Questions'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-111531602934535640</id><published>2005-05-06T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T02:00:29.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a very good time...</title><content type='html'>It not a good time now...Well, how would I know its not like I wanted it or anything, but having a ear infection when sound and music is something you love, can really get to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine, you enjoy doing sound/mixer, playing music and when you get a ear infection its like your hearing sensitivity is down by like 10 to 20% you just can't hear as clearly as you can before... this feeling sucks...its just like a panist with a fractured finger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried play the guiter yesterday, and I can't hear that slight sound difference in between the changing of chords, it really sucks, and to make matter worse I'm going for a musical tomorrow, how the hell am I going to enjoy when I'm in this state...this is really not a very good time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-111531602934535640?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/111531602934535640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=111531602934535640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111531602934535640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111531602934535640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/05/not-very-good-time.html' title='Not a very good time...'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-111476133802808807</id><published>2005-04-29T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T15:55:38.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dispute against Evolution</title><content type='html'>As some of you can see I happen to be rather free today and I'm also sick and tired of going through session ans session of apologetics with people who dispute the bible. SO, I'll take my turn at disputing evolution...COME ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly how was the world created? A big bang? Within an insteant? Than let me ask WHAT create this big bang? OR was it a mear coincidence? Cause if it is a coincidence and life would be nothing be a coincidence than what is the purpose of living, why not we just all go and die now because there will be no purpose in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolution is said to happen billions of years ago, so how old is earth? Or as a matter of fact how old is the universe? If earth was created by a big bang, than how was the sun created? how the the moon create? how was mars created? All through big bangs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If man evolved from apes. Why are there no apes turning into humans today? So instead of hair we comb our monkey far every morning? What is the link? Where is the link? Even Charles Darwin can't prove the link between man and apes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about human feelings? Are our feelings part of a "package plan" in evolution? If it is than explain the difference between humans, why do some feel more than others? What about the speaking of different languages different races was this all part of evolution as well? or is it again another BIG conincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the heart beat? Has science managed to prove why the heart beats? What about spirits? Did evolution mention anything about spirits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolutionary theory predicts that related organisms will share similarities that are derived from common ancestors. So far evolution ask only predicted what things where and how things used to be, but has evolution managed to predict what will man or earth evolve to become in the furture? So, then is evolution happening today when we look into the furture? or does evolution only exist only when we look into the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time somebody questions the existance of my God, please answer all the above question first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-111476133802808807?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/111476133802808807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=111476133802808807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111476133802808807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111476133802808807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/04/dispute-against-evolution.html' title='Dispute against Evolution'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-111459123253737968</id><published>2005-04-27T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T16:40:32.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometime its can get really bored....</title><content type='html'>Ok...I've got people telling me to post something on my blog...but really...what is there to post, I mean like nothing interesting is happening, what am I suppose to post???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ermmm...finally ot down to writing my book on what ever knowledge I'm going to leave behind, playing my old PS2 games for a change(retro ley)... other than that, its been a bit boring everynow and then, although I'm enjoying the rest and still considering my offer from SMU and of course UQ has yet to send me the confirmation of emrollment, but thats pretty much it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else do you guys want tme to write, my dating stories? Thats history and its boring enough already. Thanks josh you really did make me a lot more boring, yah right...6 out of 10 quailites are boring, dude I was about the say the same for you man..so lets address the following list to all my firends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh you're just as boring as I am, Jem don't laugh you're somewhere around there too, James you're the most "hugable" I've even known, Weiwei press on the day is approaching(second coming), Shangjun thanks man the new guit rocks(but I'm still broke though), Lijun you can't sing loud but you can really whine, Esther did anyone ever tell you you have very good skin?, Glori! What the hack did you do to your hair its pink?, Tiff you're always loud, Tee you're the only girl who I know hates herself, Tng you're also becoming wired welcome to the club, Amos m&amp;amp;m now come in DARK chocolate flavour. And for the last time whats wrong with liking S.H.E. their not "xiao mei mei" thier at least 23 years old!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-111459123253737968?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/111459123253737968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=111459123253737968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111459123253737968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111459123253737968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/04/sometime-its-can-get-really-bored.html' title='Sometime its can get really bored....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-111331710851439289</id><published>2005-04-12T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T22:45:08.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The decision is made....</title><content type='html'>Finally I've decided to go, go where? Well go to UQ for my studies its been such a struggle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who is able to hold me back is on longer with me(that person was Daphne), will there be another such person...well I'm not sure about it myself either....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gonna be for 2 years, is it a long time or will it just past with the blink of an eye? Noboy knows, whats going to happen when I get there? Will everything be ok, smooth running? Nobody knows, just too many questions in the air now, but never the less I've decided to go to UQ. Sometimes you just have to take this step of faith and left God do the rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it such a struggle when nothing is holding me back anymore? That is a mystery to even myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I do take back the phrase of "There is nothing left for me to stay behind for." because there is something for me to return to after all, my friends, my church, my family and lastly my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once asked me "Daniel do you really have to go?", I'm not going to answer that question, but look to the future and ask me "Daniel will you becoming back?" the answer is definatelly a "YES!!"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-111331710851439289?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/111331710851439289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=111331710851439289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111331710851439289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111331710851439289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/04/decision-is-made.html' title='The decision is made....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-111219730193429251</id><published>2005-03-30T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T23:44:42.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fairy tale...</title><content type='html'>Just a song I like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cired and said fairy tales are not true..&lt;br /&gt;That it was impossible that I am your prince..&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't know that from the day I fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;My sky has been lited up by stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will become the angle you loved in the story...&lt;br /&gt;Opening my arms as wings to protect you from all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must believe...&lt;br /&gt;Believe that we will be like a fairy tale...&lt;br /&gt;Living happliy ever after...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-111219730193429251?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/111219730193429251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=111219730193429251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111219730193429251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111219730193429251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/03/fairy-tale.html' title='A fairy tale...'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-111200563001201668</id><published>2005-03-27T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T22:35:11.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday was a blast...</title><content type='html'>Today was great..sometimes I hope that I can feel like this everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just because it was easter sunday, but because I finally played a part in it and this is really one of the best anniversarys I've ever had with God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly thanks to my sound crew, Esther, Lijun and Ziteng(names placed in ascending order according to height..hahahah)i not only see 3 people who have help me today, but I see 3 people who can replace me and carry one what I have been doing here.&lt;br /&gt;It is true that you cannot find a second Daniel in FMC, for a simple reason God made each and everyone of us different, but you can find several people who are able to serve God the same way I did in church or even better. So YM listen up, all your multimedia and sound stuff will not be lost even when I leave for my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big thanks to ShangJun and Favian as well, for teaching me so much and whatever knowledge I am missing from my experiance of doing PA during NDP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course how can I forget my 2 talk cock buddies Joshua(a.k.a Ah Shua)and Jeremy, you guys have been a huge mental help to me, encouragment, stress relieve...etc. Yah I know I'm heavy, so I need 2 good friends to "carry" me though tough times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems a bit bias to just thank certain people, yah to thanks to everyone else for just being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm now how sbould I end this....."keep shining for God"?, "In his name"?, nahhhh I think I'll just leave it as it is... :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-111200563001201668?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/111200563001201668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=111200563001201668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111200563001201668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111200563001201668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/03/easter-sunday-was-blast.html' title='Easter Sunday was a blast...'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-111184779222216831</id><published>2005-03-26T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T22:36:32.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday coming...</title><content type='html'>Hei Hei hei....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while again as usual....what have I done so far...other than work of course...attened a music camp and had my first church friendly match(soccer)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well other than my guiter skill really improving so far and having won that friendly match(got a yellow card though).Life has been rather messy., stressed at work, and sometimes I just hate going to work the environment and feeling of being attached out to another company really sucks. I hate their culture there, its like totally different and the people there have no life..they just stone at their computer and work the whole day, their so....so....work orientated...if I can work at some where, I must be able to call it me third home and I want to feel comfortable there, not like this sucky place..sometimes I can't wait for my last day at work...that all of this will end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Easter Sunday is just like a few hours away...as usual I will be doing another thing I do best, that is being a sound man for the church service. And this time round the band is really huge, 10 instruments and 4 vocals, plue 2 CD channels...Easter Sunday has always been special to me...since the day I became a Christian, as it was on Easter itself that I became a Christian, and this one is no excpetion, in fact it is even more special this time round. This is my 10th anniversary, I look back and see the past 10 years of my life and boy have I changed a lot...from student to leader to soldier and now working life...but my spritual life has changed as well...how have I gorwn...Well...only God knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-111184779222216831?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/111184779222216831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=111184779222216831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111184779222216831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111184779222216831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/03/easter-sunday-coming.html' title='Easter Sunday coming...'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-111038301805146313</id><published>2005-03-09T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T22:21:10.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The man with the silver boots....</title><content type='html'>Wow Wow Wee....I've got a new toy again....hahahhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;I new pair of soccer boots and its sliver in colour... that is sooooo cool, or should I say cooool.ness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the last pair on the shelf so I got it for a discount, and its a pair of Adidas, can be bent 90 degrees and only weights 200g per side, and it cost less than $60 bucks...man..I can't wait to play with it. What happened to my old boots? Well, when your pair of boots started with 12 studs and after 5 years later its left with 7, I think its really time to change it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think of it, its sliver, it matches my other toy; my iPod... hahahaha...this is really cool man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok enough of the boot and sliver thingy...what have I been doing these few days, I've finally found sometime to slow down my life and go back to doing the things I like to do, chil out, have fun and do some programming...YES, one of the things I love to do it programming, sound wired, but its really true..&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that for now, glad I can have this time to relax and got back to normal life for now...enjoy it my friends I'm sure we all will enjoy life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-111038301805146313?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/111038301805146313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=111038301805146313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111038301805146313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111038301805146313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/03/man-with-silver-boots.html' title='The man with the silver boots....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-111029848271191906</id><published>2005-03-09T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T00:14:42.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was just thinking....</title><content type='html'>hmm look like I finally have some time to do a proper post here... I was just thinking someimes it really hard to say things, I mean looking at the way things are in this world, it not easy to tell someone, you love him/her, fire someone, or sometimes just a simple "no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is easy to say "I hate you" or "Get lost" or "I don't ever want to see you again". Why is sometimes easier to say things that hurt rather than say things that can confort or brihten someone's day? Are things in this world just the way it is? Maybe yes maybe no...but the truth is who really knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a walk down the street and there isn't a single sole walking around who doesen't have something inside him/she waiting to be said....it can be always the same thing or it can be different.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to have something in you, something that you can't say or find it difficult to say. To a friend, to a parent or to a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I speaking in riddles or do I really have something inside of me waiting to burst? Who really knows?.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-111029848271191906?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/111029848271191906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=111029848271191906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111029848271191906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111029848271191906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-was-just-thinking.html' title='I was just thinking....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-111021540421138095</id><published>2005-03-08T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:10:04.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Stressed out..but still going on....</title><content type='html'>ARHHH!!! this is bad man, do you know too much stress make you grow old faster, I mean like you get wrinkles more easily...now I must look for somewhere to get a facial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people don't read instructions and ask all sorts of questions, whats wrong with the world now a days...&lt;br /&gt;Do your job, don't aspect me to do it for you. If you don't know read up, thats your job.... I can't some people just get this logic right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still going on, will just for the fun or it, here my very own 10  list on coping with stress...&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. Do some sports, something that makes you sweat it out...&lt;br /&gt;3. Do something you like, go out with your girlfriend/boyfirend or something....&lt;br /&gt;4. Look into space and start stoning&lt;br /&gt;5. Watch "Happy Tree Friends"&lt;br /&gt;6. Watch "Da Ali G show"&lt;br /&gt;7. Get lost somewhere&lt;br /&gt;8. Do something stupid, like think of punishments for suicide bomber&lt;br /&gt;9. Go shopping for useless things e.g. Guys shopping for female jeans&lt;br /&gt;10. Update your blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above list is mentioned just for fun, I will not be held responsible for anybody who does those things and end up in woodbridge or something..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-111021540421138095?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/111021540421138095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=111021540421138095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111021540421138095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/111021540421138095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/03/totally-stressed-outbut-still-going-on.html' title='Totally Stressed out..but still going on....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-110961206361856038</id><published>2005-03-01T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T01:34:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a long time....</title><content type='html'>Wow, itts been a long time since I've posted anything...so what have I been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm been dating a lot recently...going out with this girl, that girl, most of them girls really, but I don't mind dating guys...REALLY...I won't mind, you know, like they always say..."something new for a change"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...gotcha..!!! It not ture...hahaha, fooling of you didn't I. (The above section is just for those "bah guah" people who read my blog trying to find juicy things about me....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been dating anybody, in fact I don't even have the time to date now a days. I'm actually working; spending so much time work that sometimes I don't even have anytime to do the things I want to do... this my friends can be really sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been working as? Well, consultant and server administrator, 2 job for the pay of 1, thanks to some mad person who is totally useless at the organisation...*ass*... I mean like why can't the server stay right for once? I've just fixed it can it be left alone? Why is it going wrong all the time?!?! ARGH damn idiots!! I'm like always left with a pile of work everytime I go there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OIII!!! can I have a break for once? Is it possible for those idiots to know what to do and how to do it, rather than wait for me or call me? Enough is enough man, why why why...argh...I'm starting to think I really need to go a date sometimes just to get a beather....ermmm any takers? Ladies? ermmm Guy???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110961206361856038?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110961206361856038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110961206361856038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110961206361856038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110961206361856038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-been-long-time.html' title='Its been a long time....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-110769650538167573</id><published>2005-02-06T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T21:28:25.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Climbing and Soccer.....phew....</title><content type='html'>This was a crazy weekend rock climbing yesterday and 3hrs of soccer today....and all this under the sun which happends to be crazily hot these couple of days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...Rock climbing was a blast, however doing it with a flu, has caused me to be un-able to make it pass more that half of the wall...this is sad man, it fustrating you're climbing and yet in your mind you know, under normal conditions you can make it to the top, but your stupid sickness just won't allow you the wee bit more of strenght to do it....and the feeling really sucks...&lt;br /&gt;Further more we where unable to use more than half the handles on the rock wall, not because we couldn't reach them, but they where just too freaking damn hot to hold on to...OUCH!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was soccer, again playing with a flu, but since my position is a goal keeper, so it rather ok, than came the sun again... it felt like a human BBQ, at least the player are running around, but I was like standing there getting fried/baked...&lt;br /&gt;It's really a long time since our church got together to start a youth team once again, and its not going to be just today, there will be much more to come.&lt;br /&gt;HAha, all the guys from SA preformed and most of us scored at least 1 goal, haha all the ACS guys did not even score.... = P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110769650538167573?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110769650538167573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110769650538167573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110769650538167573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110769650538167573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/02/rock-climbing-and-soccerphew.html' title='Rock Climbing and Soccer.....phew....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-110715513333474931</id><published>2005-01-31T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T15:05:33.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun, The sand, the babes, Youth ministry and me.</title><content type='html'>This is a late post, but I can't help it, I was too tired yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was one of those Youth Ministry outing we had again, this time it was at Sentosa, I've always tought of having bible study on the beach, but it seems like after all our games, we're just too tired to anything after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just sat around talking, eat, look at guys, look at girls, play beach soccer...&lt;br /&gt;The games where fun, but most of the time I was just trying to get myself wet to have an excuse to take my shirt off(for a better tanning effect). And Why is it always me, why am I always the Toupok victim?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach soccer lesson number 1, don't ever try to curl a ball covered with sand, it hurts man, the effect looks good, a ball spinning around with sand all over it, but hitting it with that much force and sliding your feet along the side of it, can cut your own feet, never ever do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last lets end with a question.. WHY WHY WHY can somebody please tell me WHY, girls can look at guys and give comments, when guys can't look at girls and give comments, guys can't even look at guys and give comments.... WHATS wrong with women now a days....? Tell me! = P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110715513333474931?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110715513333474931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110715513333474931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110715513333474931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110715513333474931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/01/sun-sand-babes-youth-ministry-and-me.html' title='The sun, The sand, the babes, Youth ministry and me.'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-110684936550740241</id><published>2005-01-27T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T02:09:25.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work Work....</title><content type='html'>ARHHH!!!! 1 whole day of work and still another to come, why why why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always seem to be an endless list of problems when you're working with servers, why can't they just stay up and don't go down or have any problems after 1 configuration. Its always, website not up, email getting lost, files not on backup, directories missing through transfer of data, or the champion of all problems, server just won't start for no reason....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah Lau A!!!!! PMS also not so bad right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is auotmation really better for mankind??? Sometimes I just don't seem to get why, machines just refuse to work properly and of course same goes for people who just simply can't understand situations before blasting off...&lt;br /&gt;I really can't help it cause its my job, this world is really lack of love, even machines are taking it out on us, this is sad man....I just hope life can be a bit more loving and peaceful... = (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110684936550740241?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110684936550740241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110684936550740241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110684936550740241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110684936550740241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/01/work-work-work.html' title='Work Work Work....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-110650990446506818</id><published>2005-01-24T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T03:51:44.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template</title><content type='html'>Ok its finally up and done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new template, yes the colour theme and everything is still the same, but the layout has totally changed...&lt;br /&gt;How is it done? Well, in my previous post I did mention, that I was reading into the code and trying to figure out every single line of it, well thats what I did.&lt;br /&gt;Read the code, isolated lines which I don't need and rearranging the whole layout, fitting in the required code to maintaine the colour theme and there, you get this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok so who's layout and template was this inspired from, well go to the friends of mind section and you'll know, Michelle Tng, Joshua Chew(old template) and LiJun. And yes, I did read and understand their template codes as well. So thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110650990446506818?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110650990446506818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110650990446506818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110650990446506818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110650990446506818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-template.html' title='New Template'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-110615275161735933</id><published>2005-01-20T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T00:41:30.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still at work....= (</title><content type='html'>JUST LOOK AT THE BLOODY TIME...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am still at work...$%$#%^%#@^&amp;&amp;amp;^**%.....just becuase some stupid person crashed the server at Simei Care Center I am here with a friend of mine working so that the server can be up later today....we've here for 4 hours!!! And no !@$%^&amp;*() is happening, we are cleaning up somebody's @#$%^&amp;amp;*( stupid mess!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definatelly going into their account for this man, its work past 12 midnight, transport charge, supper charge, time wasted...hack !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm deifnatelly not in the mood now, if I have to comeback here later in the day and that idiot dosen't say at least a word of "Thank you" I'll kick his !@#$%^&amp;*() and his &lt;&gt;?:"{};'[] for good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110615275161735933?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110615275161735933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110615275161735933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110615275161735933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110615275161735933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/01/still-at-work.html' title='Still at work....= ('/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-110605778791911101</id><published>2005-01-18T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T22:16:27.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big mistake, will never do it again...</title><content type='html'>Today was a warm sunning and bright, and humit, and warm(I think I said that already), and a great day for jogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just that I made a mistake though...I decided to try jogging with music for a change(maybe its becuase I've been surfing too much on the Apple website, which show most of its phoros with people doing sports with the iPod). So I decided to do my usual 10 round round a stadium which will be about 4km non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;But the problem was when I reached the stadium and turned on the music,  the first song was Vertigo by U2, followed by Clocks by Cold play, the songs where going fast and slow and in no time I lost my own pace...it was like hell man doing 10 rounds round the stadium, when you have already ran out of pace in the 5th round...(crap man this sucks)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I did finish the 10 rounds, but I'm now aching all over...shit i'm never going to do this ever again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110605778791911101?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110605778791911101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110605778791911101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110605778791911101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110605778791911101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/01/big-mistake-will-never-do-it-again.html' title='Big mistake, will never do it again...'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-110569478883752226</id><published>2005-01-14T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:13:59.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring cleaning... = (</title><content type='html'>Why  why why, why must we do spring cleaning....it can be such a bother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok just did mine today, 3 hours of solid cleaning and S.H.E. music, now my room is finally what I wanted sine the day I moved in...although it does look a bit gay after all the stuffed toys and electrical appliences (e.g. Computer, PS2..etc) blends in with this pink room of mine, however as the saying goes, I'm as "gay" as it gets and and yet I'm straight, hahaha... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New additions to my room, all the chrisitan stationary that I dared not use, whats the point of keeping them, I should just use them, after all the verses on it reminds me of God's words, all the more I should display them and use them. A time capsule, in it are my, sceondary school name tag, secondary school bag, CCA bage, RSAF crest, a neo print with my friends dated 10/9/99, and a friendship band. (maybe I should put my S.H.E concert ticket in it as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now its a peaceful little room with minimal forgien objects in it....its time to sit back and enjoy more S.H.E. music....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you guys know, previously I only pack up my room if my girlfriend is coming to my place, however this time, I just some how or rather take a change of environment, its not about a new girlfriend or something, I still want to enjoy my single life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110569478883752226?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110569478883752226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110569478883752226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110569478883752226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110569478883752226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/01/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring cleaning... = ('/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9608181.post-110520355897910611</id><published>2005-01-09T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T00:59:18.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.H.E. Concert</title><content type='html'>Just can back from the S.H.E concert, well, the concert was good, but the sound pretty much sucked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed every part of it and video about 15seconds of every song, and will be making a small how video with it. But the sound can be improved, or should I say it had better be improved, imagine you buy the most expensive tickets and sit near you favrioute stars, and when they are singing half way, the mic can die and you can hear feedback coming from the speakers...what is this....Unusual Productions please wake up your idea, cause the sound did not do justice to the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the whole place was pretty much electrifiying, light sticks, posters, spoung hands, were everywhere, and S.H.E was great would have enjoyed it a lot more if not for the sound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110520355897910611?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110520355897910611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110520355897910611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110520355897910611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110520355897910611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/01/she-concert.html' title='S.H.E. Concert'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-110520312707269929</id><published>2005-01-07T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T00:52:07.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learnt</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, and I don't know how, Somehow or rather God's has taught me another lesson through life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I serve him the more I learn, that why I will not stop serving him, for he is my God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was do a sort video for presentation in my church and and the film I was editing to put in was "The Passion of the Christ." It is as sad as it can get, but among all that sadness, there are lseeon to be learnt, and they apply a lot to our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I shall just skip my story and go to the lesson learnt.&lt;br /&gt;A quote from what Jesus said in the film:&lt;br /&gt;"You have heard it said, you shall love your neighbour and hate your enemy. But I say to you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you. For if you love only those who love you, what reward is there in that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110520312707269929?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110520312707269929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110520312707269929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110520312707269929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110520312707269929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/01/lesson-learnt.html' title='Lesson Learnt'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-110476440704155345</id><published>2005-01-02T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T23:00:07.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice cream and pizza and babes..party...</title><content type='html'>Wow...today was a blast, just as the title says, its pizza for lunch, ice cream for dessert and ermm yah lunch with a few babes around you....(just incase nobody knows what babes are, their girls there are either really cute or pretty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had four extra large pizzas, 3 tubs of ice cream, and a whole afternoon of games and movies..it just can't get any better, hei its the last day of the holidays..not that I have to go to school or something, but lets just waste it playing and slacking..&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all those people who came, had a really great time, I hope everybody will able to sleep tonight, and not overwhelmed by fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fun was fun, tomorrow will be another day of work for me, just hope I can finish doing my programming, its a big project and really don't want to let expectations down. More and more projects will be coming and well time management will be more important now...looks like this is what life is really like after I've completed NS.&lt;br /&gt;It is of course more freedom, but somehow or rather seems a bit more stressed, of course fun will always come after stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hei, with a bunch of friends and babes like this, I've got all the fun and happiness I need. Thanks people knowing me and being my friends all this while...hope we remain the same in the years to come..(minus the growing up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110476440704155345?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110476440704155345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110476440704155345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110476440704155345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110476440704155345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/01/ice-cream-and-pizza-and-babesparty.html' title='ice cream and pizza and babes..party...'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-110459547409551974</id><published>2005-01-01T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T00:06:09.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year FUN!!!! and a new chain...=D</title><content type='html'>New year's eve was great man, spent most of the morning working though, I had to program this count down timer for a dinner function held at Equinox, althought it was a rather last minute thing, but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those who don't know me well, now you know I love programming, and its my Job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the day didn't just end like that, I mean working and resting on new year's eve would be raher "sad", so I went to a party at night, yes it was a count down party as well, at Tiff's place, take a rather empty house, fill it with people, good food, a majong set, a PS2, a couple of Vodka shots and lots of DVDs, you get one hell of a party....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And goodness we played and talked crap till 6am...and only woke up the next day at 1pm(thanks Josh for helping me test out the new WE11 formation), and this only half the story....the next day was shopping day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the NEW YEAR SALE!!!, I bought more new clothes, and yes of course...a new chain to go with my jeans, that makes 2 now, but I think its enough...this new year was one of the most fun ones, wished things in live could always be this fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110459547409551974?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110459547409551974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110459547409551974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110459547409551974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110459547409551974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-fun-and-new-chaind.html' title='New Year FUN!!!! and a new chain...=D'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-110433634819287546</id><published>2004-12-29T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T00:05:48.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another day....</title><content type='html'>Another cold day in a rather warm country...however was rather fun thought...&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of my time doing programming work, something that I like, figuring out everyline of code used to create this blog. I wished I knew what was look at sometimes; sometimes the answer is just right in front of me, sometimes its just not what I think.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like its time I really stil down and my changing this blog a project and really spent some time on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else was so enjoyable about today? Well, I ran 6km again, something I haven't done in a very long time, rather amazed to know that I can still keep up running that far, or was I more concrened about running the distance just to "show off" my newly coloured hair?&lt;br /&gt;Its been 4 months sinced I really got down to some execreise, glad I still have some of my old fitness let.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help thinking about how to help those earthquake victims, everytime you turn on the news, you see waves coming in, people crying, people look for their loved ones...maybe we just can't help but care for them...ironic isn't it, just the other day I was just hoping someone was dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110433634819287546?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110433634819287546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110433634819287546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110433634819287546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110433634819287546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2004/12/yet-another-day.html' title='Yet another day....'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-110416721556097941</id><published>2004-12-28T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:06:55.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we hate, yet we love</title><content type='html'>Why do we just hate certain people or things?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really impossible to find a why to forget about those times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet there are some who we can never find the heart to hate, for we love them too much,&lt;br /&gt;is there an answer? does love really help us sub-press hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live can really be very fustrating, I don't have a choice, I had to go for this function, and now I ended up regretting going for it, can there be more of a choice in life? Sometimes I really wonder what are we living for? Ourselves? The people around us? God? What do we REALLY live for inside us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anybody be so negative? If the world is really that bad, when will it end? Not everybody won't care about you or me, there will be someone that cares and notice what is happening, but somehow fairness just isn't in some people's diction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are too many question to be answered, when will all these question be answered, is there an answer in the first place? Or do we have to be in eternal rest before we can get the answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one likes what is going on to their lives not, neither do I, can't there be more love in this world? What have I even done to derserve this? Why is it contraintly tormenting, can it be stopped, can it JUST DIE.!!! I WISHED IT WAS REALLY DEAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110416721556097941?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110416721556097941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110416721556097941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110416721556097941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110416721556097941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2004/12/we-hate-yet-we-love.html' title='we hate, yet we love'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-110416638517068748</id><published>2004-12-27T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T00:53:05.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year, A new begining</title><content type='html'>What was the start of all this,&lt;br /&gt;When did the cog offate begin to turn?&lt;br /&gt;Perpahs it is impossible to grasp that answer now,&lt;br /&gt;From deep within the flow of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for a certainty, back then,&lt;br /&gt;we loved so many, yet hated so much,&lt;br /&gt;we hurt others and where hurt ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet even then, we ran like wind&lt;br /&gt;whilst our laughter echoed, under the cerulean skys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110416638517068748?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110416638517068748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110416638517068748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110416638517068748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110416638517068748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-year-new-begining.html' title='A new year, A new begining'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-110381469915102038</id><published>2004-12-21T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T23:11:39.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afriad or just not sure</title><content type='html'>Why is it when people inspire to do great things, and when they are given a chance to do it, they want to turn it down considering the risk involved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans seem to be like that...I just want to know why? Everyone inspires to "make it" big, but almost all of the same people turn down these oppotunity and "slap themselves".&lt;br /&gt;Is it the fear of taking that one big step or is it just a matter of being ready, if the latter than when is ready?&lt;br /&gt;Are we all really that afriad of changes? even if it is for the better? or is it just the nature of humans to want to do little and gain lots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has definately been a very unproductive day in my story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110381469915102038?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110381469915102038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110381469915102038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110381469915102038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110381469915102038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2004/12/afriad-or-just-not-sure.html' title='Afriad or just not sure'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-110356162782837550</id><published>2004-12-21T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:54:08.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to a civilian</title><content type='html'>2 years have past simce, I am now back to being a civilian, no more a soilder, no more in the army(air force). The thought of being civilian again, why is it when things start to end, you hope they never did, and when new things start to happen, you wished they never started? Are humans really that resistant to changes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again this chapter of the story has ended, how will the next chapter start, when will it start? How will it end? This may be a story in another land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on from here, no asking why for me now, I know my purpose, I know what I have to do for now, I just hope I live and do it correctly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110356162782837550?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110356162782837550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110356162782837550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110356162782837550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110356162782837550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2004/12/back-to-civilian.html' title='Back to a civilian'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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-9608181.post-110303471042675165</id><published>2004-12-14T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:42:27.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just came back</title><content type='html'>Wow, just had a great time from church camp, didn't know it would be that much work, when you are one of the organisers.&lt;br /&gt;But organisers must have fun too.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of thoughts throught the mind, of why things turned out the way they did, why I chose those choices, why I made those decisions, what made me think that way...&lt;br /&gt;Did I manage to do what I set off to do in the camp? Or did it not happen? Life seems to be full of questions sometime, some can be answered, some can't, and for some the answer is right in front of us but we can't see it.&lt;br /&gt;So what is my answer this time round? I think only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9608181-110303471042675165?l=tmask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/feeds/110303471042675165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9608181&amp;postID=110303471042675165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110303471042675165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9608181/posts/default/110303471042675165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmask.blogspot.com/2004/12/just-came-back.html' title='Just came back'/><author><name>T-Mask</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13730959175079375134</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>
