<?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-7570347</id><updated>2011-07-08T19:56:28.779+08:00</updated><category term='o'/><title type='text'>*+[[UnDeNiED eNtRy]]*++</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>663</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-1756153066690971368</id><published>2009-10-11T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:57:43.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you Brother Greg for showing this video today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yW759z7HsTw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yW759z7HsTw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried watching this today!!&lt;br /&gt;I just teared especially when that guy wrote the word "Father I forgive you".&lt;br /&gt;How many a times we bore grievances and store up hurts in our hearts when others just inflict pain on us through just mere strings of words?&lt;br /&gt;Well, these are kind of ant issues compared to the guy in the video being abandoned by the dearest person in his life.&lt;br /&gt;He confronted his dad and said I forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;That is so difficult, even to go to prison to visit his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really touched by his willingness to forgive and decisiveness in action to show such grace and mercy towards his dad. &lt;br /&gt;It speaks a lot about attitude doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;Often we think we are hurt the most, but there are in fact many out there who are hurt more. &lt;br /&gt;Often we think its normal to be angry with somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Its starts with a misunderstanding, and later further evolving into becoming enemies.&lt;br /&gt;And we don't really know why we hate the person so much, but we just get so tensed and uptight when we see that person when the person may not have done anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;See, when this happens, we have by our own actions drove the wedge between ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture of forgiving paints a much inspiring and maturity of a person compared to the ruin picture of hatred and scorn.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hurtful one feels towards another, it is advisable to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;To forgive not because you demand forgiveness from that person, but to forgive so that the hurts in our hearts will be free.&lt;br /&gt;We will then be free of these negativity in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;With forgiveness, we will not allow the hurts we bore to eat our lives away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconciliation or raging war?&lt;br /&gt;I rather choose the picture where tears comes out and you see people hugging each other and saying sorry to each other. The picture where you know the future will be brighter and happier. The picture where you know you have added another genuine friend into your social circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When deep injury happens to us, we never recover until we forgive.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness does not change the past, BUT it does enlarge the future."&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-1756153066690971368?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/1756153066690971368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=1756153066690971368' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/1756153066690971368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/1756153066690971368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-brother-greg-for-showing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-4633425805497828251</id><published>2009-08-08T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:44:14.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AUFQ1Icfcps&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AUFQ1Icfcps&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SUMMONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Will you come and follow me&lt;br /&gt;If I but call your name?&lt;br /&gt;Will you go where you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;And never be the same?&lt;br /&gt;Will you let my love be shown,&lt;br /&gt;Will you let my name be known,&lt;br /&gt;Will you let my life be grown&lt;br /&gt;In you and you in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will you leave yourself behind&lt;br /&gt;If I but call your name?&lt;br /&gt;Will you care for cruel and kind&lt;br /&gt;And never be the same?&lt;br /&gt;Will you risk the hostile stare&lt;br /&gt;Should your life attract or scare?&lt;br /&gt;Will you let me answer prayer&lt;br /&gt;In you and you in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Will you let the blinded see&lt;br /&gt;If I but call your name?&lt;br /&gt;Will you set the pris’ners free&lt;br /&gt;And never be the same?&lt;br /&gt;Will you kiss the leper clean,&lt;br /&gt;And do such as this unseen,&lt;br /&gt;And admit to what I mean&lt;br /&gt;In you and you in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Will you love the ‘you’ you hide&lt;br /&gt;If I but call your name?&lt;br /&gt;Will you quell the fear inside&lt;br /&gt;And never be the same?&lt;br /&gt;Will you use the faith you’ve found&lt;br /&gt;To reshape the world around,&lt;br /&gt;Through my sight and touch and sound&lt;br /&gt;In you and you in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lord, your summons echoes true&lt;br /&gt;When you but call my name.&lt;br /&gt;Let me turn and follow you&lt;br /&gt;And never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;In your company I’ll go&lt;br /&gt;Where your love and footsteps show.&lt;br /&gt;Thus I’ll move and live and grow&lt;br /&gt;In you and you in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-4633425805497828251?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/4633425805497828251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=4633425805497828251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4633425805497828251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4633425805497828251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-4250324329426429367</id><published>2009-07-26T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:44:36.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jodi picoult&lt;br /&gt;-vanishing act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It took me a lifetime to realised things don't get lost if they do not have a value"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-4250324329426429367?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/4250324329426429367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=4250324329426429367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4250324329426429367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4250324329426429367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/07/jodi-picoult-vanishing-act-it-took-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-8575424449040158684</id><published>2009-07-23T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:14:57.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"...i can almost see your holiness, as i look around this place..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the craziest week so far in the year 2009, i am greatly consoled by the fact that my mind just played this song spirit of God, Lift me up. It went on and on for 4 hrs, and it was really the source of strength for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never expect myself to have understood much. I'm totally amazed and awe by how God challenges me to rely in His strength each and everyday. And i am equally amazed by how He has blessed me each and everyday as He enlightens my mind to see the greater picture of the situation I am facing each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is hard balancing school, church and leisure. And this time round, I am really determined to find something i like to do as leisure. I have made up my mind to step out of the sheltered time schedule, and try to source time to grow in leisure and passion. Well, church and stuff. Been praying and will continue to pray about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, on this side of the story, I guess to say, I am pretty blessed by Him. He has given me His blessings through the people i encounter everyday. Building closer relationship, motivating people, trying to grow in holiness, I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise Him for the wonders of His hands which He uses to protect me day and night. I really hope to journey with Him in faith, strong and unshaken faith. Thank you for granting me a whole new perspective of life through my course, through my family, and through the friends you have brought to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you loads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-8575424449040158684?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/8575424449040158684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=8575424449040158684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8575424449040158684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8575424449040158684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-4118061878265995933</id><published>2009-07-18T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:30:58.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want to share this article with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanford Report, June 14, 2005 &lt;br /&gt;'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first story is about connecting the dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second story is about love and loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third story is about death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-4118061878265995933?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/4118061878265995933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=4118061878265995933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4118061878265995933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4118061878265995933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-want-to-share-this-article-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-3832700000998587331</id><published>2009-06-29T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:58:05.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MESSAGE OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;Saints Peter and Paul, Apostles&lt;br /&gt;Courage! You... can! Don't you see what God's grace did with sleepy-headed Peter, the coward who had denied him..., and with Paul, his fierce and relentless persecutor? (The Way, 483)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Peter who speaks: Lord, do You wash my feet? Jesus answers: You do not understand what I am doing now; you will understand it later. Peter insists: You will never wash my feet. And Jesus explains: If I do not wash your feet, you will have no part with me. Simon Peter surrenders: Lord, not only my feet, but also my hands and my head. Faced by the call to total self-giving, complete and without any hesitation, we often oppose it with false modesty like Peter's ... May we also be men with a heart like the Apostle's! Peter allows no one to love Jesus more than he does. That love leads us to reply thus: Here I am! Wash me, head, hands and feet! Purify me completely, for I want to give myself to You without holding anything back. (Furrow, 266)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And, apart from other things, there is the daily pressure upon me of my anxiety for all the churches'', Saint Paul wrote. This sigh of the Apostle is a reminder for all Christians ‑‑ for you, too ‑‑ of our duty to place at the feet of the Spouse of Christ, of the Holy Church, all that we are and all that we can be; loving her faithfully, even at the cost of livelihood, of honor, of life itself. (The Forge, 584)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-3832700000998587331?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/3832700000998587331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=3832700000998587331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3832700000998587331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3832700000998587331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/06/message-of-day-saints-peter-and-paul.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-7190188804390925142</id><published>2009-06-29T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:05:40.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find this message really cool. Like it really spoke the lauguage of my heart for the readings today (13th ordinary sunday of the year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MESSAGE OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;“Learn how to do good”&lt;br /&gt;When you are with someone, you have to see a soul: a soul who has to be helped, who has to be understood, with whom you have to live in harmony, and who has to be saved. (The Forge, 573)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to repeat what the Holy Spirit tells us through the prophet Isaiah, discite benefacere, learn how to do good…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charity towards our neighbor is an expression of our love of God. Accordingly, when we strive to grow in this virtue, we cannot fix any limits to our growth. The only possible measure for the love of God is to love without measure; on the one hand, because we will never be able to thank him enough for what he has done for us; and on the other, because this is exactly what God’s own love for us, his creatures, is like: it overflows without calculation or limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercy is more than simply being compassionate. Mercy is the overflow of charity, which brings with it also an overflow of justice. Mercy means keeping one’s heart totally alive, throbbing in a way that is both human and divine, with a love that is strong, self‑sacrificing and generous. (Friends of God, 232)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-7190188804390925142?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/7190188804390925142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=7190188804390925142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7190188804390925142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7190188804390925142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-find-this-message-really-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-8165976499548450052</id><published>2009-06-06T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:58:24.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Your work too must become a personal prayer”&lt;br /&gt;Before you start working, place a crucifix on your desk or beside the tools you work with. From time to time glance at it... When tiredness creeps in, your eyes will go towards Jesus, and you will find new strength to continue with your task. For that crucifix is more than a picture of someone you love —parents, children, wife, sweetheart... He is everything: your Father, your Brother, your Friend, your God, the very Love of your loves. (The Way of the Cross, Eleventh Station, 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 24, 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often said that we must not allow these periods of conversation with Jesus, who sees us and hears us from the Tabernacle, to degenerate into an impersonal type of prayer. If we want our meditation to develop right away into a personal dialogue with Our Lord (for which the sound of words is not necessary), we must shed the cloak of anonymity and put ourselves in his presence, just as we are. We must avoid hiding ourselves in the crowd that fills the church, or diluting our prayer into a meaningless patter that does not come from the heart and is little better than a reflex habit, empty of any real content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this I now add that your work too must become a personal prayer, that it must become a real conversation with Our Father in heaven. If you seek sanctity in and through your work, you will necessarily have to strive to turn it into personal prayer. You cannot allow your cares and concerns to become impersonal and routine, because if you were to do so, the divine incentive that inspires your daily tasks will straightaway wither and die. (Friends of God, 64)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-8165976499548450052?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/8165976499548450052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=8165976499548450052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8165976499548450052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8165976499548450052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-work-too-must-become-personal.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-6912487054735691195</id><published>2009-06-03T02:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T02:18:50.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kutless-Promise Of A Lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen to my knees&lt;br /&gt;As I sing a lullaby of pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling broken in my melody&lt;br /&gt;As I sing to help the tears go away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember the pledge you made to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;I know you're always there&lt;br /&gt;To hear my every prayer inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm clinging to the promise of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;I hear the words you say &lt;br /&gt;To never walk away from me and leave behind&lt;br /&gt;The promise of a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you help me, I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Pick me up, take me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Find my way back from the storm&lt;br /&gt;And you show me how to grow&lt;br /&gt;Through the change &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the pledge you made to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE:]&lt;br /&gt;I am holding on to the hope I have inside&lt;br /&gt;With you I will stay through every day&lt;br /&gt;Putting my understanding aside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am comforted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-6912487054735691195?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/6912487054735691195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=6912487054735691195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6912487054735691195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6912487054735691195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/06/kutless-promise-of-lifetime-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-2270592453480266033</id><published>2009-06-03T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:28:34.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MESSAGE OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;“There are poor who are really rich”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget it: he has most who needs least. Don't create needs for yourself. (The Way, 630)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detach yourself from the goods of the world. Love and practise poverty of spirit: be content with what enables you to live a simple and sober life. Otherwise, you will never be an apostle. (The Way, 631)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than in not having, true poverty consists in being detached, in voluntarily renouncing one's dominion over things. That is why there are poor who are really rich. And vice-versa. (The Way, 632)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't got the spirit of poverty if, when you are able to choose in such a way that your choice is not noticed, you do not select for yourself what is worst. (The Way, 635)&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way to part?&lt;br /&gt;Seeing two sides of the stories&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to find security in you Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-2270592453480266033?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/2270592453480266033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=2270592453480266033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2270592453480266033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2270592453480266033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/06/message-of-day-there-are-poor-who-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-6843672019755292856</id><published>2009-05-27T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T01:06:15.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.rosary-center.org/fatimams.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-6843672019755292856?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/6843672019755292856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=6843672019755292856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6843672019755292856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6843672019755292856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/05/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-112611025147484381</id><published>2009-05-25T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:47:55.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From Opus Dei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MESSAGE OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;“Jesus has gone to the Father”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What an extraordinary lesson each one of the teachings of the New Testament contains. The Master, before ascending to the right hand of the Father, told the disciples: ``Go and preach to all nations'', and they had remained full of peace. But they still had doubts: they did not know what to do, and they gathered around Mary, Queen of Apostles, so as to become zealous preachers of the Truth which will save the world. (Furrow, 232)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Master is teach­ing His disciples: He has enlightened their minds that they may know the Scriptures, and He takes them as witnesses of His life and His miracles, of His passion and death, and of the glory of His resurrection (Luke 24:45 and 48).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, He leads them out along the road to Bethany, He lifts up His hands and blesses them. —And, as He does so, He slowly departs from them and ascends to heaven (Luke 24:51) until a cloud receives Him out of their sight (Acts 1:9).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus has gone to the Father. —Two Angels in white garments approach us and say: Men of Galilee, why stand you looking up to heaven? (Acts 1:11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and the others go back to Jerusalem —cum gaudio magno— with great joy (Luke 24:52). —It is fitting that the Sacred Humanity of Christ should receive the homage, the praise and adoration of all the hierarchies of the Angels and of all the legions of the blessed in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you and I feel like orphans: we are sad, and we go to Mary for consolation. (Holy Rosary, Second Glorious Mystery)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-112611025147484381?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/112611025147484381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=112611025147484381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/112611025147484381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/112611025147484381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-opus-dei-message-of-day-jesus-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-8814175507013644020</id><published>2009-05-23T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:07:48.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Deny yourself, take up the cross and follow me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, following Christ is never easy, and even when we read the stories of saints, their lives as they consecrate themselves to Jesus, was never easy too. Some in fact had more demanding, challenging life. A life which they lift up their suffering to Jesus, though filled with suffering, humility, and hardship, they set their eyes upon Him and followed Him. Never once did they looked back. Never once did they regret. Never once did they filled with self pity. They never, they only looked at Jesus, they modelled after the one who had died for the sins of all mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, deciding where to go have been the current issue now. Whether to stay or to leave. There is really alot of factors to considers, factors which i have to give up or which i will gain if i leave, factors which i will not get or gain if i stay. This issue has spiralled me through a multitudes of weather. It has caused many different emotions to be manifested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the beautiful thing is that, no matter how many times i tried to source for answers through people i meet, God has been there in that silent voice. My heart have been hearing these words:" It is only through seeking me, where you will be able to find peace to make a decision." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i really want to be able to make a firm decision this time round. And after that, i dont want to look back. NO. I want to move forward in my journey with God, in this journey He has planned for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in hope, an Occupational Therapist dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-8814175507013644020?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/8814175507013644020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=8814175507013644020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8814175507013644020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8814175507013644020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/05/deny-yourself-take-up-cross-and-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-2180726964758161739</id><published>2009-05-21T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:46:25.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes God breaks our spirit to save our Souls. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, He breaks our hearts to make us feel whole. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he sends us failure so we can be humble. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, He sends us illness so we can take better care of ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes He takes Everything away from us so we can learn the value of everything we have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God help me to make a firm decision. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-2180726964758161739?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/2180726964758161739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=2180726964758161739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2180726964758161739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2180726964758161739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-god-breaks-our-spirit-to-save.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-1315010680359739308</id><published>2009-05-14T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:22:51.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Superman (It's Not Easy) lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Songwriters: Ondrasik, John; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that naive&lt;br /&gt;I'm just out to find&lt;br /&gt;The better part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than some pretty face beside a train&lt;br /&gt;And it's not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could cry&lt;br /&gt;Fall upon my knees&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to lie&lt;br /&gt;Bout a home I'll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound absurd but don't be naive&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to bleed&lt;br /&gt;I may be disturbed but won't you concede&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes have the right to dream?&lt;br /&gt;And it's not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up up and away away from me&lt;br /&gt;Well it's all right&lt;br /&gt;You can all sleep sound tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy or anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that naive&lt;br /&gt;Men weren't meant to ride&lt;br /&gt;With clouds between their knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Digging for kryptonite on this one way street&lt;br /&gt;Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;Looking for special things inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me, inside of me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me, inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a man looking for a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br /&gt;And it's not easy, it's not easy to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© FIVE FOR FIGHTING MUSIC; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-1315010680359739308?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/1315010680359739308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=1315010680359739308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/1315010680359739308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/1315010680359739308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/05/superman-its-not-easy-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-1090284064074895820</id><published>2009-05-08T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:25:04.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. Where is your Humerus. How about cranium and femur. There is still Tibia and Fibula. I really love Human Anatomy. It is challenging, but it is really fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Was browsing through the song pages of my head, and out came the song "I have a dream". I really want to be a warm and loving OT in the years to come, and I too pray this dream for my current aspiring to be OTs classmates. It is passion, and i know we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the song, and find your dreams if you haven found one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Have A Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream, a song to sing&lt;br /&gt;To help me cope with anything&lt;br /&gt;If you see the wonder of a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;You can take the future even if you fail&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels&lt;br /&gt;Something good in everything I see&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels&lt;br /&gt;When I know the time is right for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream, a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;To help me through reality&lt;br /&gt;And my destination makes it worth the while&lt;br /&gt;Pushing through the darkness still another mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels&lt;br /&gt;Something good in everything I see&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels&lt;br /&gt;When I know the time is right for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream, a song to sing&lt;br /&gt;To help me cope with anything&lt;br /&gt;If you see the wonder of a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;You can take the future even if you fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels&lt;br /&gt;Something good in everything I see&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels&lt;br /&gt;When I know the time is right for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the stream - I have a dream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-1090284064074895820?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/1090284064074895820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=1090284064074895820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/1090284064074895820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/1090284064074895820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/05/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-4619951649641608175</id><published>2009-05-06T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:27:23.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I grant you the grace of devotion, give thanks to God, not because you deserve to enjoy it, but because I have had mercy on you. And if you feel no devotion, but suffer dryness of soul, persevere in prayer, sigh, and knock (Matt. 7: 7; Luke 11: 9); persist until you merit to receive some crumb or drop of saving grace. You have need of Me; I have no need of you (2 Macc 14: 35.). You do not come to sanctify Me, but I come to sanctify and raise you. You come in order to be hallowed and united to Me; that you may receive fresh grace, and be inspired anew to amendment of life. Do not neglect this grace (I Tim 4: 14), but prepare yourself with all care, and invite your Beloved into your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only must you make a devout preparation before Holy Communion, but also carefully foster your devotion after receiving the Sacrament. No less vigilance is required after Communion than devout preparation beforehand. For a constant vigilance after Communion is the best preparation for receiving richer graces; and a man will be entirely undisposed to do this if he straightway turns to outward pleasures. Beware of much talk (Prov 10: 19.): remain in some quiet place, and savour the presence of God; for you possess Him whom the whole world cannot take away from you. I am He to whom you should offer your whole self, that, set free from care, you may no longer live in yourself, but in Me (John15: 4: Gal 2:20).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of Christ, from The Imitation of Christ&lt;br /&gt;Thomas A Kempis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-4619951649641608175?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/4619951649641608175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=4619951649641608175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4619951649641608175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4619951649641608175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-grant-you-grace-of-devotion-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-8262260106274570897</id><published>2009-05-04T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:31:09.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The patient in the first case was a man in Lisbon, Portugal, who suffered from Parkinson's disease. As the creeping paralysis rose from his lower limbs, advancing closer and closer to the heart, the patient was plunged into deep melancholy. His wife pleaded with him repeatedly to go to another Marian Shrine like Lourdes which was only ninety miles away. One day, in mockery, because he knew that, like himself, his attending physician did not believe in miracles, he said to his wife in the doctor's presence: "I'll go if he does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to the doctor that a trip to the church at Fatima might cheer his patient, or at least it would be a temporary distraction, so he surprised the ill man by saying: "All right, let's go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day they arrived at the shrine was the 13th of the month* so there was a large crowd of pilgrims. The non-believing doctor and his non-believing patient were among the first in the rows of invalids. I (the writer of this book) was just about as close to them as possible, carrying the canopy over the Holy Eucharist as It was raised by the priest to bless the patient...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man suddenly pushed himself up in his wheel chair. Tremblingly he began to move and feel his legs. Then, over and over he pleaded to those around him: "I am not dreaming, am I? I am not dreaming?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor's mouth fell open in amazement and he slowly sank to his knees. Tears began to roll down his cheeks. "This was not for you," he exclaimed through his sobs. "This was for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World's Greatest Secret&lt;br /&gt;John M. Haffert&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-8262260106274570897?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/8262260106274570897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=8262260106274570897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8262260106274570897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8262260106274570897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/05/patient-in-first-case-was-man-in-lisbon.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-970880627907813189</id><published>2009-04-29T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:51:57.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Daily Eucharist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor is the sacrament itself diminished by being divided, any more than is fire, to take an example. If you had a burning lamp and all the world came to you for light, the light of your lamp would not be diminished by the sharing, yet each person who shared it would have the whole light. True, each one's light would be more or less intense depending on what sort of material each brought to receive the fire. I give you this example so that you may better understand me. Imagine that many people brought candles, and one person's candle weighed one ounce, another's more than that, and they all came to your lamp to light their candles. Each candle, the smallest as well as the largest, would have the whole light with all its heat and color and brightness. Still, you would think that the person who carried the one-ounce candle would have less than the one whose candle weighed a pound. Well, this is how it goes with those who receive this sacrament. Each one of you brings your own candle, that is, the holy desire with which you receive and eat this sacrament. Your candle by itself is unlit, and it is lighted when you receive this sacrament. I say it is unlit because by yourselves you are nothing at all. It is I who have given you the candle with which you can receive this light and nourish it within you. And your candle is love, because it is for love that I created you, so without love you cannot have life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-970880627907813189?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/970880627907813189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=970880627907813189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/970880627907813189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/970880627907813189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-daily-eucharist-nor-is-sacrament.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-7233038299263684326</id><published>2009-04-28T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:04:06.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pray for swine flu virus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to combat fatigue??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First make sure you are sleeping enough.&lt;br /&gt;Is your nutrition sufficient? In general women need at least 1200&lt;br /&gt;calories per day and men 1500.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid monotony: a varied diet will be more likely to provide the&lt;br /&gt;nutritive elements you need to conserve your energy.&lt;br /&gt;The sensation of fatigue may be stress-related, especially when&lt;br /&gt;you experience emotional stress. Do you feel tense at work or at&lt;br /&gt;home?&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, don’t neglect physical exercise. Tired or not, get out in the&lt;br /&gt;fresh air every day. Walking is the minimum effort necessary for&lt;br /&gt;staying in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Iron strong health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without iron, there would be no hemoglobin in the blood.&lt;br /&gt;Hemoglobin gives red corpuscles their color. And it is the&lt;br /&gt;hemoglobin that carries oxygen to all parts of the body.&lt;br /&gt;If you lack iron, an insufficient supply of oxygen in your&lt;br /&gt;hemoglobin will produce sensations of fatigue, headaches and&lt;br /&gt;shortness of breath.&lt;br /&gt;Men don’t have to worry too much: most men have a reserve of&lt;br /&gt;iron stored in their body that could last 3 years !&lt;br /&gt;But women, because of the menstrual cycle, need twice as much&lt;br /&gt;iron as men.&lt;br /&gt;And the amount is even higher for pregnant women. Vitamin C&lt;br /&gt;doubles the amount of iron the body absorbs: so it is a good idea to&lt;br /&gt;add a glass of tomato or orange or grapefruit juice to every meal.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, tea reduces the amount of iron absorbed by&lt;br /&gt;50% and coffee by about 39%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to take calcium, vitamins (C, B6, E)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-7233038299263684326?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/7233038299263684326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=7233038299263684326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7233038299263684326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7233038299263684326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/pray-for-swine-flu-virus.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-3506923869776680805</id><published>2009-04-26T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:17:39.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Opus Dei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 26, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;“Know yourself to be nothing before God” &lt;br /&gt;It is a great thing to know oneself to be nothing before God, because that is how things are. (Furrow, 260) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to remind you that among other evident signs of a lack of humility are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Thinking that what you do or say is better than what others do or say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Always wanting to get your own way;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Arguing when you are not right or -- when you are -- insisting stubbornly or with bad manners;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Giving your opinion without being asked for it, when charity does not demand you to do so;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Despising the point of view of others;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Not being aware that all the gifts and qualities you have are on loan;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Not acknowledging that you are unworthy of all honour or esteem, even the ground you are treading on or the things you own;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Mentioning yourself as an example in conversation;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Speaking badly about yourself, so that they may form a good opinion of you, or contradict you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Making excuses when rebuked;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Hiding some humiliating faults from your director, so that he may not lose the good opinion he has of you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Hearing praise with satisfaction, or being glad that others have spoken well of you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Being hurt that others are held in greater esteem than you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Refusing to carry out menial tasks;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Seeking or wanting to be singled out;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Letting drop words of self-praise in conversation, or words that might show your honesty, your wit or skill, your professional prestige ... ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Being ashamed of not having certain possessions ... (Furrow, 263)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-3506923869776680805?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/3506923869776680805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=3506923869776680805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3506923869776680805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3506923869776680805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/opus-dei-april-26-2009-know-yourself-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-4540164964140936660</id><published>2009-04-25T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:23:41.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the daily eucharist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we had the humility to realize that He alone is Goodness and makes us good. As soon as we come into His Presence in the Eucharist, our souls respond to the power before them like a sunflower turning toward the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His silent Presence, hidden in the tabernacle, says to each one of us, "I love you. Come to me all you who labor and are burdened and I will refresh you. Come to the fountain of life and drink. Tell Me your problems. Listen to My voice. I tug at your heart, guiding your way and smoothing your path."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is between the Eucharistic Heart of Jesus and the soul, a silent exchange of love, a sharing of pain, an inaudible dialogue between two who know each other perfectly and love each other deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as if the soul sees itself in a perfect Mirror and knows clearly its faults and imperfections. A strange phenomenon occurs as the soul gazes at Jesus. Its own reflection becomes brighter. Its faults fade away and one day that "soul is turned–transformed into the image it reflected." (2 Cor 3:18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being true, why do we permit our souls to die of thirst when the Fountain of Living water is just around the corner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-4540164964140936660?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/4540164964140936660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=4540164964140936660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4540164964140936660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4540164964140936660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/daily-eucharist-if-only-we-had-humility.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-2734291476176683765</id><published>2009-04-25T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:27:30.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Just pull me to wherever you want me to go. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-2734291476176683765?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/2734291476176683765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=2734291476176683765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2734291476176683765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2734291476176683765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-3836333125239636978</id><published>2009-04-23T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:15:33.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pope John Paul II said that "Our essential commitment in life is to persevere and advance constantly in Eucharistic life and Eucharistic piety and to grow spiritually in the climate of the Holy Eucharist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 1, 1981 Pope John Paul II began perpetual adoration in a chapel at St. Peter's and appealed with these encouraging words for all parishes to do the same: "...every member of the Church must be vigilant in seeing that this sacrament of love shall be at the center of the life of the people of God so that through all the manifestations of worship due to it, Christ shall be given back 'love for love', and truly become the life of our souls." (Redeemer of Man )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what perpetual adoration is: centering the life of the people of God in this Sacrament of love so that Christ is given back 'love for love' and truly becomes the life of our soul, our parish, and the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-3836333125239636978?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/3836333125239636978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=3836333125239636978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3836333125239636978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3836333125239636978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/pope-john-paul-ii-said-that-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-1317377489790631450</id><published>2009-04-22T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:48:13.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-1317377489790631450?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/1317377489790631450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=1317377489790631450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/1317377489790631450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/1317377489790631450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/super-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-187987401831099924</id><published>2009-04-22T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:13:25.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the great apparitions of Our Lady was in the Irish village of Knock. On August 21, 1879, surrounded by light, wearing a brilliant golden crown, and a long white gown covered by a dazzling white cloak, she appeared. On her right appeared St. Joseph inclining reverently towards her; on her left St. John the Evangelist, attired as a bishop and holding a book, his hand raised as if preaching. To St. John's left was an altar on which stood a lamb, surrounded by angels' wings, a symbol of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. This wondrous spectacle lasted two hours in the rain. No word was spoken to the fifteen persons of different ages, occupations and intelligence who knelt while witnessing the apparition. Since nothing was spoken, it was to become known as "The Silent Apparition," to bring to our attention the importance of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, and that Christ is truly present in the Blessed Sacrament which we should venerate in silence, awe and reverence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever approved apparitions of our Blessed Lady have taken place, churches or chapels have been erected in order that the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass may be offered for the greater honor and glory of God, and as places to keep the Blessed Sacrament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden Treasure, The Riches of the Eucharist&lt;br /&gt;Louis Kaczmarek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-187987401831099924?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/187987401831099924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=187987401831099924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/187987401831099924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/187987401831099924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-great-apparitions-of-our-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-7757615100068288738</id><published>2009-04-20T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:21:32.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Daily Eucharist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Emmerich herself speaks as follows:– "I very often saw blood flowing from the cross on the Sacred Host; I saw it distinctly. Sometimes Our Lord, in the form of an Infant, appeared like a lightning-flash in the Sacred Host. At the moment of communicating, I used to see my Saviour like a bridegroom standing by me and, when I had received He disappeared, leaving me filled with the sweet sense of His presence. He pervades the whole soul of the communicant just as sugar is dissolved in water, and the union between the soul and Jesus is always in proportion to the soul's desire to receive Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Of Anne Catherine Emmerich&lt;br /&gt;Very Rev. K. E. Schmoger, C.SS.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-7757615100068288738?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/7757615100068288738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=7757615100068288738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7757615100068288738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7757615100068288738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-daily-eucharist-sister-emmerich.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-7437990574267642061</id><published>2009-04-19T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:23:51.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;From my daily Eucharist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If there is one mystery of faith around which revolves the whole Catholic liturgy, it is the Eucharist. Christian piety has been lavish in the titles it gives to this mystery, believing it is impossible to exhaust its depth of meaning. The name "Eucharist," or thanksgiving, is to be explained either by the fact that at its institution Christ "gave thanks," or by the fact that this is the supreme act of Christian gratitude to God. Early instances of this title occur in the Teaching of the Twelve Apostles, in the letters of St. Ignatius of Antioch, and in the Apologies of St. Justin. Other familiar names are the Lord's Supper, the Table of the Lord, the Holy Sacrifice, the Holy of Holies, the Blessed Sacrament, or simply the Liturgy. Each of these and similar names concentrate on one or another of the three main aspects of the Eucharistic mystery, as Real Presence, as the Sacrifice of the Altar, or as the sacrament of Holy Communion.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;In the New Testament there are four accounts of its institution, one by St. Paul in his letter to the Corinthians and three in the Synoptic Gospels of Matthew, Mark, and Luke. We have already seen how it was celebrated by the early Christian communities and from the beginning was a regular part of Christian worship.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;While there is no institution narrative in John's Gospel, this is explainable by the fact that John wrote his Gospel to supplement what the other evangelists had already told. Moreover, his account of Christ's promise of the Eucharist is our most telling witness to the real bodily presence of Christ in the Blessed Sacrament.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="source"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Catholic Catechism&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fr. John A. Hardon, S.J.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-7437990574267642061?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/7437990574267642061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=7437990574267642061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7437990574267642061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7437990574267642061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-my-daily-eucharist.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-1548171093078157754</id><published>2009-04-18T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:57:29.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to visit Sr Francisca in the Carmelite Monastry with my folks today.&lt;br /&gt;Went to visit my foster grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am really happy to be able to visit my foster grandparents today, and I hope we will do it more often. Both getting old on age, I want to do more in visiting them, walking together with them as they start to walk their nearer each day to their final stage of life. To do my part as a grand-daughter which I have not really did all these years. My grandma's passing taught me to treasure the old folks more, instead of making some stupid excuses like "I'm too busy studying" or "There is just not enough time". Treasure them now, before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, seeing sister was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to know that God is ever present in our lives even though it is hard sometimes. We can never be 100% sure of our decisions, as there is always a few percent which consist of our faith. And we need to believe that God will lead us on the right path. Even if we suffer now, it is only 100 years. This is nothing compared to the eternal life in heaven after our death. I guess we need to trust the Lord in His ways, and it is only through Him that we can be on the eagle's wings. It is only Him that can carry us up. It is only him that can enable us to soar like the eagles. No matter what, we've got to trust. Marion..you got to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience and obedience. Faith Hope and Love in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, the key to life is to learn to be a child of God. As we grow older, our innocence is lost. We need to find them back, need to learn how to be a child. As a child, we can trust God. As a child, we don't put on masks when practising our faith. As a child, we cling and rely on Him. And only as a child we are able to receive what He wants to give us as our hearts are not harden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Learn how to be a child each day. Yesterday, today, forever. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-1548171093078157754?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/1548171093078157754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=1548171093078157754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/1548171093078157754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/1548171093078157754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/went-to-visit-sr-francisca-in-carmelite.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-6418405843466844558</id><published>2009-04-17T19:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:05:48.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So seek ye first the kingdom of God&lt;br /&gt;And the wealth of His righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;For wherever your treasure lies&lt;br /&gt;There will you find your heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I thank God for letting our paths cross&lt;br /&gt;Each day as I walk past the gates of CSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the smile of the kids&lt;br /&gt;For the innocent of their happiness rings in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the hearing aids&lt;br /&gt;As i know they can hear me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the disappointments&lt;br /&gt;For as a teacher i strive to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for blessing me with younger siblings at CSH&lt;br /&gt;As they always remind me that I am still a child of his no matter how much I try to act tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for paving the way&lt;br /&gt;The opportunity to learn and to be able to help Him fulfill the plans He has for others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-6418405843466844558?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/6418405843466844558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=6418405843466844558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6418405843466844558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6418405843466844558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-426185089186020080</id><published>2009-04-16T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:27:28.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously, i hope that i will trust in the will of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to stay longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. Will you allow me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-426185089186020080?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/426185089186020080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=426185089186020080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/426185089186020080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/426185089186020080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously-i-hope-that-i-will-trust-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-2298129134665622179</id><published>2009-04-12T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:08:31.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Easter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-2298129134665622179?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/2298129134665622179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=2298129134665622179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2298129134665622179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2298129134665622179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-8824460425447460688</id><published>2009-04-12T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:46:33.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today I learn that we should save the lift maintenance's number.&lt;br /&gt;You never know when you will be riding up a crazy lift. &lt;br /&gt;It was fun and scary at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun as the lift went up and down in its own accord.&lt;br /&gt;Scary as there was a point of time it just dropped and dropped till i got stuck in the middle of no where. Also note that riding in a crazy lift means that its buttons ARE NOT going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes is enough to be weary of the lift.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it happened in the afternoon, and that my neighbour was near the lift.&lt;br /&gt;He heard me shouting, and he informed my mother who called the maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;The other floors neighbours was also there because of the perpetually lift bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, but I hope never to be stuck in the lift alone again!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-8824460425447460688?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/8824460425447460688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=8824460425447460688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8824460425447460688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8824460425447460688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-today-i-learn-that-we-should-save.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-6845490081924176323</id><published>2009-04-12T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:40:30.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take note of the last sentence!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The founder of the Order of the Congregation of the Most Holy Redeemer (Redemptorists), St. Alphonsus Liguori (d. 1787), was often rapt in ecstasy before the Blessed Sacrament and was frequently heard to exclaim, "O my God, my Love, O everlasting Love, I love Thee!" It is said that no other saint visited Jesus in the Eucharist as often as did St. Alphonsus. He encouraged frequent visits to the Blessed Sacrament and even wrote a treatise called Visits to the Most Holy Sacrament of the Altar, which has been translated into numerous languages, to the welfare of countless souls. When he became unable to offer the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass because of his advanced years, he would ask to be carried into church, where he heard five or six Masses and spent from five to six hours in prayer before the Blessed Sacrament. The saint was often heard to remark: One thing is certain, that next to Holy Communion no act of worship is so pleasing to God, and none is so useful, as the daily visit to our Lord Jesus Christ in the Blessed Sacrament dwelling upon our altars. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Know that in one quarter of an hour which you spend before Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament you attain more than in all the good works of the rest of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-6845490081924176323?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/6845490081924176323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=6845490081924176323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6845490081924176323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6845490081924176323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-note-of-last-sentence-founder-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-6000733012582057277</id><published>2009-04-11T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:10:09.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lifeteen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard the term 'excruciating pain'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They stripped off his clothes...weaving a crown out of thorns, they placed it on his head, and kneeling before him, they mocked him...They spat upon him...and kept striking him on the head...and then led him off to crucify him". - Matthew 27:28-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SITUATION EXPLAINED&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard the term 'excruciating pain'? Do you know where it comes from? The word actually had to be invented...they couldn't find a word to describe a pain as intense as a crucifixion, so a 'new word' was created...the word EXCRUCIATING, literally means, 'out of the cross'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLUTION OFFERED&lt;br /&gt;In today's society, it's not popular to tell the truth. Talking about what 'REALLY' happened on that hill 2000 years ago, makes people uncomfortable. That's NOT what Jesus would want. He didn't go through what He went through...to have it sugar-coated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What REALLY happened? If you can take it, read on...because Good Friday isn't about what's 'comfortable'. You don't HAVE to, but it couldn't hurt...not like it hurt Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* He was so overcome with stress and anxiety that He SWEAT BLOOD...it's called hematidrosis, chemicals break down the capillaries in the sweat glands, releasing blood...ever been THAT stressed?&lt;br /&gt;* He was stripped in public...can you imagine the humiliation?&lt;br /&gt;* He was whipped and beaten...each whip, made of braided leather with metal balls and hooks woven into each strap, imbed in and tear the flesh...at least 39 times from each soldier.&lt;br /&gt;* Thorns were placed upon His head, piercing His scalp...ever cut your head?&lt;br /&gt;* He was struck on the head by a heavy reed, several times...&lt;br /&gt;* He was suffering from intense dehydration. His heart is racing to pump blood that isn't there. His blood pressure drops causing fainting and collapsing. His kidneys stop working, and His body cannot produce fluids...there's wasn't exactly a doctor around.&lt;br /&gt;* His intense blood loss causes Him to go into 'Hypovolemic shock'...basically shutting His body down.&lt;br /&gt;* His muscles and nerve endings exposed, every movement sends intense pain throughout His body, as He is strapped to a Cross beam...it probably weighed more than He did.&lt;br /&gt;* His every movement, every jolt agitated and re-opened His wounds...on narrow city streets...He couldn't move an inch and not feel it.&lt;br /&gt;* He had Nine-inch spikes driven through His wrists, piercing the Median nerves...take the pain of hitting your 'funny bone' and multiply it by a thousand.&lt;br /&gt;* His arms were stretched at least six inches, dislocating both of His shoulders...I've dislocated my shoulder...the worst pain I've ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;* Raised up by ropes, His flesh tears...words cannot express...&lt;br /&gt;* His feet were nailed to the Cross beam...pain shoots throughout His body.&lt;br /&gt;* He went into 'respiratory acidosis'...meaning carbon dioxide in the blood is dissolved as carbonic acid, and the acidity of the blood increases, leading to a very irregular, erratic heartbeat...death is very near.&lt;br /&gt;* Fluid begins to gather around the heart in the membrane, called pericardial effusion. Around the lungs, plural effusion occurs, because of the sustained rapid heart rate...slowly destroying the entire internal system...His body shuts down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Unable to lift Himself to breathe anymore, intensely de-hydrated, muscles failing, blood pressure falling...He breathes His last, handing over His Spirit, finishing Passover, and eventually suffocating, dying of asphyxiation. He dies.&lt;br /&gt;* He has a lance (large sword) thrust through His side, piercing His lung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Jesus, it wasn't about His own needs or will...it was about His Father's Will, and the needs of the many (you and me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, right now in your life, this week, WHO is it about? Is it about your will, your needs...or His?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered that it's about 'you'...what would it take for you to 'change'? What else would God Himself...Jesus Christ...what else, beyond the Crucifixion would He need to endure, for you to put Him first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered that it's about 'Him'...what are you doing differently this weekend...this HOLY Weekend, to show Him that you appreciate what He did for you...to make this weekend different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALVATION GIVEN&lt;br /&gt;"They stripped off his clothes...weaving a crown out of thorns, they placed it on his head, and kneeling before him, they mocked him...They spat upon him...and kept striking him on the head...and then led him off to crucify him". - Matthew 27:28-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called the Passion, because that's HOW He loves you...passionately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-6000733012582057277?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/6000733012582057277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=6000733012582057277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6000733012582057277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6000733012582057277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/lifeteen.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-317121395997013358</id><published>2009-04-11T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:23:22.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How beautiful to have Jesus to die for my iniquities and my sins.&lt;br /&gt;The pierced hands and legs.&lt;br /&gt;The scourging, the thorns.&lt;br /&gt;If not for him, I will not be here.&lt;br /&gt;The world will still be waiting for a Messiah, in need of a Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the song!!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How Beautiful - Twila Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Beautiful the hands that served&lt;br /&gt;The Wine and the Bread and the sons of the earth&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful the feet that walked&lt;br /&gt;The long dusty road and the hill to the cross&lt;br /&gt;How Beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful is the body of Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Beautiful the heart that bled&lt;br /&gt;That took all my sins and bore it instead&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful the tender eyes&lt;br /&gt;That choose to forgive and never despise&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful is the body of Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as He lay down His life&lt;br /&gt;We offer this sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;That we will live just as He died&lt;br /&gt;Willing to pay the price&lt;br /&gt;Willing to pay the price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Beautiful the radiant bride&lt;br /&gt;Who waits for her Groom with His light in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;How Beautiful when humble hearts give&lt;br /&gt;The fruit of pure love so that others may live&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful is the body of Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful the feet that bring&lt;br /&gt;The sound of good news and the love of the King&lt;br /&gt;How Beautiful the hands that serve&lt;br /&gt;The wine and the bread and the sons of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;How Beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful is the body of Christ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-317121395997013358?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/317121395997013358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=317121395997013358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/317121395997013358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/317121395997013358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-beautiful-to-have-jesus-to-die-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-7824086069621618402</id><published>2009-04-08T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:57:45.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your Grace Is Enough!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-7824086069621618402?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/7824086069621618402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=7824086069621618402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7824086069621618402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7824086069621618402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-grace-is-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-6906530271749879321</id><published>2009-04-07T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:25:28.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taken from Lifeteen.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard it all before?&lt;br /&gt;“Therefore, I will always remind you of these things, even though you already know them and are established in the truth you have.” - 2 Peter 1:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation Explained &lt;br /&gt;How good is your Biblical memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution Offered&lt;br /&gt;Well, Holy Week is upon us…so, before we enter into the most important week of the year, let’s take a quick quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a passionate love to die for you. It takes a passionate love to live for Him.1. What miracle did Jesus work just prior to entering into Jerusalem (on Palm Sunday)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What did the people say as they laid their palms down in front of Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How does Scripture say that Jesus spent the time between Palm Sunday and Holy Thursday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How were the apostles to find the upper room for the Last Supper to take place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Which is the only gospel to mention the washing of the apostles’ feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How far away were Peter, James and John from Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was the name of the man who had his ear cut off by Peter’s sword?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What crime was Jesus charged with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who had a dream telling Pilate not to get involved with Jesus’ charges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What languages were used on the sign on Christ’s cross?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What time of day was Jesus crucified?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What women (besides the Blessed Virgin Mary) were standing at the foot of the cross?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Following the crucifixion, who was the first person to proclaim Jesus the Son of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who asked for Christ’s body to be taken off of the cross before sundown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How many guards were stationed outside of the tomb? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How well did you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn’t do too well, don’t beat yourself up. If you did well, congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the thing. When it comes to Palm Sunday and Holy Week, in general, most people operate from memory when it comes to the Passion. That is to say that many people “know the gist” of the story, but fail to really enter into it, spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you reading this have heard the Passion account dozens of times (if not more). But when was the last time you sat down and read it? Normally, for most of us, we hear it proclaimed (which is very important) but we don’t really read it as part of our own prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, try something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and read through the different Passion accounts from the different evangelists. Note the differences. Pay attention to the verb choices, adjectives, characters and details of each gospel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is there by accident. Every word you read and every verse you pray was inspired by the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you that if you do this your Holy Week will be blessed and your Easter will be far more joy-filled. Take a chance on the Scriptures; they won’t let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation Given&lt;br /&gt;“Therefore, I will always remind you of these things, even though you already know them and are established in the truth you have.” - 2 Peter 1:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a passionate love to die for you. &lt;br /&gt;It takes a passionate love to live for Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-6906530271749879321?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/6906530271749879321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=6906530271749879321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6906530271749879321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6906530271749879321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/taken-from-lifeteen.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-230898186423451713</id><published>2009-04-07T07:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:36:23.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Q: Where are the Prophecies of Christ's Passion in the Old Testament?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re in between a bunch of really hard to pronounce names of Old Testament places you’ll never visit and O.T. people you’d never name your children after…but the prophecies, they’re there, you just have to know where to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many prophecies that point to Jesus being the Christ (the Anointed One) and Messiah. Over a span of a few thousand years, there is a virtual “laundry list” of specifications, signals, clues and qualifications that the Messiah would have had to “fulfill” in accordance with the Scriptures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I’m really proud of you for asking this question and for putting in so much effort to grow closer to God through His Word. The Old Testament points ahead to Christ in the New Testament, and the NT unpacks the Old in beautiful and intricate ways. The Old Testament is usually considered too boring or confusing to read, but it really isn’t. Knowing where in the Old Testament to read and study is an important piece of knowledge. The Old Testament has the power to change your life and faith, if you let it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...know Jesus not only like the back of our hand, but the front of your heartIn the interest of time, however, I’m only going to answer the ones you specifically asked about, regarding the O.T. prophecies about His Passion and not all the rest. Here are a bunch to get you thinking and praying…I hope they help you in your study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen 3:15 – seed of woman, strike his heel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex 12:1-11 – lamb slain for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex 12:46 – no bone broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps 22:2 – “Why hast thou forsaken me…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps 22:7-8 - mocked and insulted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps 22:16 – thirst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps 22:17 – pierced my hands and feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps 22:19 – soldiers cast lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps 34:21 – no bone broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps 35:19 – hated without cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps 41:10 – betrayed by a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps 69:22 – gave me vinegar to drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa 7:14 – virgin will conceive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa 50:6 – scourged and spat upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa 53:3 – despised and rejected of men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa 53:4-5 – suffered for others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa 53:7 – lamb led to slaughter, silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa 53:11-12 – bear their iniquities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zech 9:9 – triumphant entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zech 11:12-13 – thirty pieces of silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zech 12:10 – body pierced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prophecies are fact – written hundreds upon hundreds of years before Christ’s birth.&lt;br /&gt;The crucifixion is fact – foretold hundreds of years before that day He bore the wood.&lt;br /&gt;Way back in Genesis, we were promised a Redeemer that would set things straight.&lt;br /&gt;And even with all those prophecies and warnings, even the wisest ones who knew the Old Testament Scriptures like the backs of their hands, sought to hang Love on a tree and leave Him for dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing we can do, as modern day Bible Catholics, is to know Jesus not only like the back of our hand, but the front of your heart. Keep cracking open the Word, every single day – and keep getting to the Sacraments throughout the week, not just on Sundays – that is how you will know more than the words…but the Author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves you. If you don’t believe me, read the above verses again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-230898186423451713?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/230898186423451713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=230898186423451713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/230898186423451713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/230898186423451713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/q-where-are-prophecies-of-christs.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-8706447723373213745</id><published>2009-04-06T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:49:06.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Challenge: What does God wants me to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but aint my action minute compared to his?-&gt; do not overspiritualise Jesus' death. He is the word made flesh. He took upon the form of a human, in being feeling thinking. Do you not suppose he knows what you feel? Every bit of emotion, is not too small or big for Him to handle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-8706447723373213745?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/8706447723373213745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=8706447723373213745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8706447723373213745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8706447723373213745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/challenge-what-does-god-wants-me-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-7061239027727839592</id><published>2009-04-06T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:14:58.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It took me 40 days to realised that I've been heading the wrong route.&lt;br /&gt;U-turning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-7061239027727839592?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/7061239027727839592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=7061239027727839592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7061239027727839592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7061239027727839592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-took-me-40-days-to-realised-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-3209765292316993792</id><published>2009-04-06T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:07:59.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to make amendments for this lent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if i had thread on your toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will smile more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-3209765292316993792?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/3209765292316993792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=3209765292316993792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3209765292316993792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3209765292316993792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-to-make-amendments-for-this-lent.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-5470797609652250084</id><published>2009-04-06T08:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:56:39.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Simply Live- Hillsongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='505' height='396'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.videopile.com//videoPlayers.swf?id=vuVb66mFgHESf&amp;auto_start=0'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowfullscreen' value='true'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.videopile.com//videoPlayers.swf?id=vuVb66mFgHESf&amp;auto_start=0' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' allowfullscreen='true' wmode='transparent' width='505' height='396'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-5470797609652250084?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/5470797609652250084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=5470797609652250084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/5470797609652250084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/5470797609652250084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-8590821125211095946</id><published>2009-04-05T22:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:59:09.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fear has its place. But too much of it can mean distrusting His providence. Come what may. He stands by us, always. Nothing to fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to fear!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-8590821125211095946?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/8590821125211095946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=8590821125211095946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8590821125211095946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8590821125211095946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/fear-has-its-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-7454148411180249148</id><published>2009-04-05T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:57:02.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will run to you- Hillsongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=d1bae766f837c9adda84" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-7454148411180249148?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/7454148411180249148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=7454148411180249148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7454148411180249148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7454148411180249148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-will-run-to-you-hillsongs.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-6016040039702529280</id><published>2009-04-05T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:01:12.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its another 2 weeks. But i really pray God can extend my stay.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna go so soon.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna leave.&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay, not just hasty go away.&lt;br /&gt;I have never found something in my life that i am really satisfied in doing.&lt;br /&gt;None but this.&lt;br /&gt;If i have all the time in the world, i will work for as long. Give me 6 months as least please... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-6016040039702529280?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/6016040039702529280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=6016040039702529280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6016040039702529280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6016040039702529280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-another-2-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-2914353120932763950</id><published>2009-04-02T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:48:05.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=d2c2e712fa32a8de1454" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE RAINBOW CONNECTION&lt;br /&gt;Kermit the Frog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there so many songs about rainbows,&lt;br /&gt;And what's on the other side?&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,&lt;br /&gt;And rainbows have nothing to hide.&lt;br /&gt;So we've been told and some choose to believe it,&lt;br /&gt;I know they're wrong, wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,&lt;br /&gt;The lovers, the dreamers and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said that every wish would be heard and answered,&lt;br /&gt;When wished on the morning star?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it,&lt;br /&gt;And look what it's done so far.&lt;br /&gt;What's so amazing that keeps us star gazing&lt;br /&gt;And what do we think we might see?&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,&lt;br /&gt;The lovers, the dreamers, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us under its spell,&lt;br /&gt;We know that it's probably magic ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been half asleep? And have you heard voices?&lt;br /&gt;I've heard them calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?&lt;br /&gt;The voice might be one and the same.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it too many times to ignore it,&lt;br /&gt;It's something that I'm supposed to be .......&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovers, the dreamers, and me .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;Its a pretty old song, but i guess its for those who want to revive their childhood memories. Through song, there is like an innocent soul trying to find out what a rainbow is? Well, the rainbow is like our dreams, our soul, our heart, our love. I guess even though being nearly 2 decades old, i guess i really still feel like i am a kid deep down in my heart. Sometimes i feel as though i am like my youngest 3 years old brother running around, making funny faces, speaking stuff that makes you go WOW!! I guess being older doesn't mean we need to be our age all the time. Well, i guess the paradox of it is that the older we are, the more lost we may be in life. Unlike those young innocent one, having the purpose of living life happily as nothing in life weigh them down. Innocent soul, purity of heart, happy, cheerful... We need to revive this, and inculcate them in our very being no matter how old we are. Living like a kid, being like a kid. We will be happier and worry less than. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The muppets!! Kermit the frog.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I will be able to touch the rainbow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-2914353120932763950?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/2914353120932763950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=2914353120932763950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2914353120932763950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2914353120932763950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/rainbow-connection-kermit-frog-why-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-8478292391828127637</id><published>2009-04-02T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:56:44.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When Elizabeth Seton returned to New York she attended her own church as usual, but chose a side pew which faced the Catholic church opposite. She records that she constantly found herself speaking to the Blessed Sacrament there "instead of looking at the naked altar where I was, or minding the routine of prayers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after she had become a Catholic, she burned with faith at no time more strongly than when she was about to receive Communion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote: "God is everywhere, in the very air I breathe, yes everywhere, but in His Sacrament of the Altar He is as present actually and really as my soul within my body; in His Sacrifice daily offered as really as once offered on the Cross."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's Day, 1821, Mother Seton was near death. To receive communion in those days one had to abstain from food and drink from midnight, and when a nurse requested the dying saint to take a beverage she said: "Never mind the drink. One Communion more and then eternity." Thus in the face of death she reminded us that only on this earth is Eucharistic union with Christ possible... an honor even the angels cannot enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World's Greatest Secret&lt;br /&gt;John M. Haffert&lt;br /&gt;(My Daily Eucharist)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-8478292391828127637?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/8478292391828127637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=8478292391828127637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8478292391828127637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8478292391828127637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-elizabeth-seton-returned-to-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-7192294891026802928</id><published>2009-04-01T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:49:11.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The thoughts that wondered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fluff of the shadows makes a maiden wonder&lt;br /&gt;To whom it seems impossible let out a low loud cry&lt;br /&gt;The specks of dust from the road seems to makes one howl&lt;br /&gt;To whom it may be address to seem so sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonders the thoughts of someones mind i would like to peep&lt;br /&gt;Its another world of reality&lt;br /&gt;Better than the new arrivals off the shelves&lt;br /&gt;A thrill, an excitement make us wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The selfish world, the unselfish God&lt;br /&gt;The worldly thoughts, the realm of spirtuality&lt;br /&gt;Though are opposite, yet we need&lt;br /&gt;The faith to believe, to please the king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy a thought or two&lt;br /&gt;As i try to make my words flow&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of someone yet to be&lt;br /&gt;Now make it an opportunity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-7192294891026802928?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/7192294891026802928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=7192294891026802928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7192294891026802928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7192294891026802928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts-that-wondered-fluff-of-shadows.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-4069079642681750264</id><published>2009-04-01T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:22:39.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: SOMAT MOS BYDEI [UnDeNiED_eNtRy]“In the world you will have trouble, but take courage, I have conquered the world.”- John 16:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-4069079642681750264?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/4069079642681750264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=4069079642681750264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4069079642681750264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4069079642681750264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/04/somat-mos-bydei-undeniedentryin-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-5211060354732568523</id><published>2009-03-31T08:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:15:00.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=deb5221abe91fe7fc2e6" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="tangle" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Captivate Us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;Your face is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And Your eyes are like the stars&lt;br /&gt;Your gentle hands have healing&lt;br /&gt;There inside the scars&lt;br /&gt;Your loving arms they draw me near&lt;br /&gt;And Your smile it brings me peace&lt;br /&gt;Draw me closer oh my Lord&lt;br /&gt;Draw me closer Lord to Thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;And captivate us Lord Jesus set our eyes on You&lt;br /&gt;Devastate us with Your presence falling down&lt;br /&gt;And rushing river draw us nearer&lt;br /&gt;Holy fountain consume us with You&lt;br /&gt;Captivate us Lord Jesus with You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;Your voice is powerful&lt;br /&gt;And Your words are radiant bright&lt;br /&gt;In Your breath and shadow&lt;br /&gt;I will come close and abide&lt;br /&gt;You whisper love and life divine&lt;br /&gt;And Your fellowship is free&lt;br /&gt;Draw us closer oh my Lord&lt;br /&gt;Draw me closer Lord to Thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;And let ev'rything be lost in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Of the light of Your face&lt;br /&gt;And let ev'ry chain be broken from me&lt;br /&gt;As I'm bound in Your grace&lt;br /&gt;For Your yoke is easy Your burden is light&lt;br /&gt;You're full of wisdom pow'r and might&lt;br /&gt;And ev'ry eye will see You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending&lt;br /&gt;Captivate us&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus&lt;br /&gt;With You&lt;br /&gt;Captivate us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 Word Music, LLC (a div. of Word Music Group, Inc.) worshiptogether.com songs (Admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing) sixsteps Music (Admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-5211060354732568523?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/5211060354732568523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=5211060354732568523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-4068169391993706476?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/4068169391993706476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=4068169391993706476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4068169391993706476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4068169391993706476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/03/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-2273744166926923734</id><published>2009-03-29T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:45:36.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. crafting out lesson plan is challenging&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-2273744166926923734?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/2273744166926923734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=2273744166926923734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2273744166926923734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2273744166926923734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-1363115429293969921</id><published>2009-03-26T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:50:18.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I came upon this online and i feel that it is really awed with wonders of God's grace and power..&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Father Leloir was interned at Buchenwald, where at 6 p.m. each day the prisoners and deportees were lined up for inspection by the S.S. troops. On the evening of August 23, 1944, Father Leloir had carefully concealed on his person a small white envelope containing six consecrated Hosts, which he intended to distribute secretly among his comrades. The presence of the Blessed Sacrament on the person of the priest was known to several fellow-prisoners.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Consternation filled all when the soldiers began to search the prisoners one by one. What would be the fate of the priest when the envelope containing the Hosts was found? Too well they knew what punishment would be given him. And what unspeakable irreverence would be done to the Sacred Hosts!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Down the line the S.S. troops contemptuously searched each man, and finally came Father Lelior's turn. Into his pockets one after another the Nazi soldiers pried, and found the "evidence." Father Leloir stood erect, a trifle pale, but silently praying to the Lord whose Precious Body was within the folds of the white envelope. His companions trembled and grew faint.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;With an insolent air the S.S. guard tore open the envelope. Several prisoners gasped. Father Leloir stared in open amazement–as the Nazi soldiers threw the envelope scornfully to the ground saying: "Just an empty envelope."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Just an empty envelope! The Hosts had disappeared! To prevent the desecration of the Sacred Hosts and to save the priest and his fellow Catholics from certain punishment, perhaps death, Our Lord had worked this "little miracle!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="source"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Immaculata Magazine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-1363115429293969921?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/1363115429293969921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=1363115429293969921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/1363115429293969921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/1363115429293969921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-came-upon-this-online-and-i-feel-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-3619670708479777853</id><published>2009-03-24T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:45:26.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Truly, its super duper hard to make that decision&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-3619670708479777853?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/3619670708479777853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=3619670708479777853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3619670708479777853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3619670708479777853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/03/truly-its-super-duper-hard-to-make-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-5411823852549389791</id><published>2009-03-23T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:28:17.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PSALMS 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Blessed is he&lt;br /&gt;      whose transgressions are forgiven,&lt;br /&gt;      whose sins are covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Blessed is the man&lt;br /&gt;      whose sin the LORD does not count against him&lt;br /&gt;      and in whose spirit is no deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 When I kept silent,&lt;br /&gt;      my bones wasted away&lt;br /&gt;      through my groaning all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 For day and night&lt;br /&gt;      your hand was heavy upon me;&lt;br /&gt;      my strength was sapped&lt;br /&gt;      as in the heat of summer.&lt;br /&gt;      Selah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Then I acknowledged my sin to you&lt;br /&gt;      and did not cover up my iniquity.&lt;br /&gt;      I said, "I will confess&lt;br /&gt;      my transgressions to the LORD "—&lt;br /&gt;      and you forgave&lt;br /&gt;      the guilt of my sin.&lt;br /&gt;      Selah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Therefore let everyone who is godly pray to you&lt;br /&gt;      while you may be found;&lt;br /&gt;      surely when the mighty waters rise,&lt;br /&gt;      they will not reach him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;7 You are my hiding place;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;       you will protect me from trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;       and surround me with songs of deliverance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;       Selah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; 8 I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;       I will counsel you and watch over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Do not be like the horse or the mule,&lt;br /&gt;      which have no understanding&lt;br /&gt;      but must be controlled by bit and bridle&lt;br /&gt;      or they will not come to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Many are the woes of the wicked,&lt;br /&gt;      but the LORD's unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;      surrounds the man who trusts in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Rejoice in the LORD and be glad, you righteous;&lt;br /&gt;      sing, all you who are upright in heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-5411823852549389791?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/5411823852549389791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=5411823852549389791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/5411823852549389791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/5411823852549389791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/03/psalms-32-1-blessed-is-he-whose.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-2333473288081671163</id><published>2009-03-22T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:40:01.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;All this was once shown in a vision to Nicholas de la Flue, a holy hermit of Switzerland who was greatly enlightened by God in spiritual matters. While this good man was one day present at Mass, he saw a large tree full of the most beautiful flowers. He soon noticed that the flowers began to fall down upon those who were present. But some of the flowers, as soon as they fell, became withered and dry, while others retained their freshness and fragrance.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;After Mass, he related this vision to his brother and requested him to explain its meaning. The brother replied that he too had seen the vision, and he explained it as follows: "The tree," said he, "is the Holy Mass; the beautiful flowers which it bears are the fruits of the Holy Mass; the withering of many of the flowers signifies that many of the graces which Our Lord distributes in the Mass are lost because Christians are not recollected and devout while they assist at this sacrifice, or because they afterward allow worldly thoughts to stifle all the good inspirations which they have received; the flowers which retained their odor and beauty signify the permanent fruits which those Christians derive from the Mass who assist at it with reverence and devotion and who, after having left the church, are still mindful of the great blessings which they have received from this holy sacrifice."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;em&gt;The Blessed Eucharist, Our Greatest Treasure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fr. Michael Muller, C.S.S.R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-2333473288081671163?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/2333473288081671163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=2333473288081671163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2333473288081671163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2333473288081671163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-this-was-once-shown-in-vision-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-939303258861430326</id><published>2009-03-22T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:55:45.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The tinge of silver and gold flags on.&lt;br /&gt;The whistle is blown..&lt;br /&gt;The race starts..&lt;br /&gt;My mind starts to think again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i be there in 10 years time satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;Or would i be dreading?&lt;br /&gt;Am i chasing a dream, or running after something that is not for me?&lt;br /&gt;Am i doing this because of the terms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life we really wish to be able to go back in time and change our future once again.&lt;br /&gt;A mistake, a blunder.. All these matters.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we as human are hypocritical too. We feel happy and overjoyed when we get something that we really want, and yet we get upset and frustrated even though little mud had ruin our spotless white shoe.&lt;br /&gt;Same as for religion.&lt;br /&gt;We go to church learning the values, and the virtue of love most importantly, yet because of our human nature, we can just simply forget what we have learnt the moment mass is over. Its like having a religion and not living up to practise what it has taught us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to follow Christ's examples.&lt;br /&gt;To love others as He has love me.&lt;br /&gt;To forgive others as He forgave those who hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;To bless others when they are in need of help.&lt;br /&gt;Or to just simply be there to lend a helping hand for even the most simplest task like holding the door for people we meet daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As today readings says: "For we are his handiwork, created in Christ  Jesus for the good works&lt;br /&gt;  that God has prepared in advance, that we should live in  them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us leave everything up to him.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be as talented.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be as amazing as I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be as financially capable.&lt;br /&gt;But I have learnt that only God knows, and He is the artist who has created me.&lt;br /&gt;I am only the piece of art made to do his will.&lt;br /&gt;He is the sole maker who is in control of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-939303258861430326?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/939303258861430326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=939303258861430326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/939303258861430326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/939303258861430326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/03/tinge-of-silver-and-gold-flags-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-9144562311367533078</id><published>2009-03-22T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:29:11.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot figure out the logic.&lt;br /&gt;I am not angry with God.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only frustrated because i cannot figure the correct reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I could see my future now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells. Get back up and start running again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-9144562311367533078?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/9144562311367533078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=9144562311367533078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/9144562311367533078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/9144562311367533078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-really-have-no-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-686403532196209251</id><published>2009-03-19T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:35:47.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The pavement, the road, the double yellow lines.&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for this trip, i would probably never realised how a daredevil cheong keet is.&lt;br /&gt;Look at her cross the roads, cycling up kerbs and uneven terrains with much prowess.&lt;br /&gt;I can beat her in running(fast, maybe abit of endurance) but she definately beat me with the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun riding with the wind and letting those slack biking muscles of mine coming back to practise. It feels great doing something that i feel i have lacked for the past 2 years of my life. But i know with a caution in mine that i cannot neglect the spiritual aspect of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i know what i really like to do at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;And it is sports and this kind of outdoorish things.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to grow up and regret not doing them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do it with my means.&lt;br /&gt;And not let the circumstances confine me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It will work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i will find God in the sunshine, in his wonderful creations (trees, plants and sea)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-686403532196209251?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/686403532196209251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=686403532196209251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/686403532196209251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/686403532196209251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/03/pavement-road-double-yellow-lines.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-5507879742247981124</id><published>2009-03-18T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:31:04.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, we need to stop and listen to the voice of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-5507879742247981124?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/5507879742247981124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=5507879742247981124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/5507879742247981124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/5507879742247981124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-we-need-to-stop-and-listen-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-5055372335365890982</id><published>2009-03-17T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:51:48.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to the piano song: River Flows In You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do i really want in my life?&lt;br /&gt;I've been asking myself that, and its not easy.&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering if i have taken the wrong step.&lt;br /&gt;Wells, at least i pray that He will answer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-5055372335365890982?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-8037873172150354795</id><published>2009-03-16T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:07:17.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Q:  Does the law of God not override the law of man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but God’s natural law is not the question here…Jesus told us to obey the laws of the land:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They replied, "Caesar's." At that he said to them, "Then repay to Caesar what belongs to Caesar and to God what belongs to God.” – Matthew 22:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, but what if I’m in a foreign country and the drinking age is 18, and I’m 18?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahhh, the old “foreign country” argument, huh? I tried that loophole for a long time, too. This is the same thing as always following up the sex questions with “how far is too far?” It’s not just a matter of rules, but the questions we ask, often times reveal our true hearts…hearts fighting to live more for ourselves and less for God. If we really treated our sexuality as the gift of God that it is, than we’d try to embrace the truth that premarital sex is wrong, instead of asking the “how far” questions. Do you know what I mean? But that’s a different question…back to the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For the concern of the flesh is hostility toward God; it does not submit to the law of God, nor can it…” – Romans 8:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, if you’re of age in a foreign country it is not an unlawful act, but it still may be a sin. Often times people take advantage of that law, going over a border, specifically to drink. Even if they don’t get drunk, what are we proclaiming by doing so? Who is our God? Is it really about avoiding sin because we love God, or is it more like frantically searching for a loophole (where God can’t get mad) to do what we want, even if it might be bad for us or for others around us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…so as not to spend what remains of one's life in the flesh on human desires, but on the will of God.” – 1 Peter 4:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we’re really in love with God, and earnestly trying to live for Him, though we might ask the question, we know deep down what His truth is, and what our response should be…our lives shouldn’t be about “what can I get away with” or “how far is too far”, it should be about trying to live as God calls us to, totally for Him, in every situation and in the face of every temptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…so that the righteous decree of the law might be fulfilled in us, who live not according to the flesh but according to the spirit.” – Romans 8:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy from lifeteen.com&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-2515629249351377255</id><published>2009-03-15T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:25:18.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally able to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Walking step by step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I walking correctly?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just me being short sighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could flip through the pages of my future.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that i had more time to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind going back to study.&lt;br /&gt;But i really wished to have time to find out what i really wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healthcare?&lt;br /&gt;Teaching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just super mind boggling.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be in a city of lost causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've rant enough.&lt;br /&gt;Wells, its best to set our hopes on the living God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-2515629249351377255?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/2515629249351377255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=2515629249351377255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2515629249351377255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2515629249351377255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-finally-able-to-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-3657180610307986270</id><published>2009-03-07T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:29:37.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Praise God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-3657180610307986270?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/3657180610307986270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=3657180610307986270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3657180610307986270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3657180610307986270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/03/praise-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-927350874712942712</id><published>2009-03-06T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:19:23.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not exactly nervour when i woke up today morning.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know what and how i will react later.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know how it will it be like.&lt;br /&gt;Its so foreign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;its just another normal day.&lt;br /&gt;a normal day of work, working in the job that i'm really enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;Doing invigilating, marking, seeing and wondering how they fared.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what to do for next week.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about my future, what course to study and what would i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;appreaciating the nature as i walked to school today morning.&lt;br /&gt;Breathing in the smell of the green grass.&lt;br /&gt;looking at the magnificient scenery the church and the school is placed in the middle of a green grassy patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;looking at the children.&lt;br /&gt;looking at paper drawn cows.&lt;br /&gt;looking at the packet of noodles for recess.&lt;br /&gt;looking at the nice blue scenery of the sky&lt;br /&gt;isnt it jnust part and parcel of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;feeling the cold breeze of the aircon.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-927350874712942712?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/927350874712942712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=927350874712942712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/927350874712942712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/927350874712942712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-exactly-nervour-when-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-5250713480699780334</id><published>2009-03-06T07:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T07:56:32.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really have no idea what will happen later.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm gonna trust no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-5250713480699780334?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/5250713480699780334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=5250713480699780334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/5250713480699780334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/5250713480699780334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-really-have-no-idea-what-will-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-9109765485873971524</id><published>2009-03-03T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:42:12.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be humble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-9109765485873971524?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/9109765485873971524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=9109765485873971524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/9109765485873971524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/9109765485873971524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/03/be-humble.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-2627426019886777083</id><published>2009-03-02T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:00:56.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sowing emnity or discord.&lt;br /&gt;you choose. you comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reaping fruits or nothing&lt;br /&gt;individual work. individual effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to the word of God&lt;br /&gt;your ear. you hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading the scriptures&lt;br /&gt;your eyes. your selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praying the rosary&lt;br /&gt;your beads. your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fighting is the worst solution in the world.&lt;br /&gt;lets not rage war between us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-2627426019886777083?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/2627426019886777083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=2627426019886777083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2627426019886777083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2627426019886777083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/03/sowing-emnity-or-discord.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-4824878232167466747</id><published>2009-02-26T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:21:01.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the ride home through my colleague. Without that my bag and i will probably be wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the smile on the kids in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for teaching us technology that the deaf can hear and speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the gift of warmth and love which you have placed in the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for being there always, during the time when i almost blew my top, during the time when i couldn't really stay alert mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for enabling me to have the opportunity to teach PE even though its only once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach us to be calm as we will soon embrace the release of our 'A'levels result.&lt;br /&gt;Teach us to find our identity in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-4824878232167466747?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/4824878232167466747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=4824878232167466747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4824878232167466747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4824878232167466747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-2349455446908511913</id><published>2009-02-14T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:07:20.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Vday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I saw loads of people today!! esp at the NTU there. Its so cool especially to realised that when your friend meets her friend, you may have a chance to realised that her friend friend's is actually someone you know. Yupp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. this is a random post!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-2349455446908511913?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/2349455446908511913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=2349455446908511913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2349455446908511913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2349455446908511913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-vday-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-3925214645443176706</id><published>2009-02-03T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:15:50.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>COughing and Coughing!!&lt;br /&gt;solution from colleagues-Eat wheatgrass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..I'm seriously never been so addicted to books. Maybe i was. But the series of twilight, newmoon, eclipse and breaking dawn is simply astounding. I'm still stuck at the 3rd book though. But seriously, in Newmoon the heartbreaking part of Bella where she felt so empty without Edward was so well written that I was also pratically lost in fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'll be so addicted considering the fact that i hardly even read books. If i do, they are normally the continue series type of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was addicted to The Naughtiest Girl, Twins at St Clare, Malory Towers during my upper primary days. I remembered reading them again and again and again. I was so intrigued about boarding school life, and wished at that point I was born in Britain so i could go to boarding school. It looked so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret seven was also part of the pri school thing!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply loved fantasy and stories that continued books after book. Maybe it was because in the world of fantasy, everything was so perfect and wonderful and such fictions which has so many parts were the best as it meant that i could linger even longer in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it was Harry Potter. I was a fanatic. Getting the book on the first day it came out was a must, the movie too. I couldnt wait, it was so exciting to open the new books to see what was going to happen next!! GRINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Harry Potter would be the last books of fantasy i would ever read. Though i read random books, i still prefer to read books that offer fantasy. Crime scene and dectives series were cool. But fantasies are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my good friends, I picked up twilight to read. And now i'm so in love with the book. It really brought something really exciting into my life now. Though working with the hearing impaired school is lovely. But still, it rekindled the lost memories of reading books in my heart which was lost due to the hectic pace of studying, being so caught up with many many things in my life that there was hardly time to even look for a book. Not to mention even reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..I'm off to read. Byebye!! (: grins!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-3925214645443176706?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/3925214645443176706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=3925214645443176706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3925214645443176706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3925214645443176706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/02/coughing-and-coughing-solution-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-5081911634069817016</id><published>2009-01-31T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:24:28.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Self-control&lt;br /&gt;Restrain&lt;br /&gt;Keep cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-5081911634069817016?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/5081911634069817016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=5081911634069817016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/5081911634069817016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/5081911634069817016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/01/self-control-restrain-keep-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-3567235403343251332</id><published>2009-01-25T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:13:03.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year to ALL!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year is a time of exception for food.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy what you can, the goodies, the steamboat, the sweets, the mahjhong...&lt;br /&gt;Exercising can come later(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOr this new year,&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 things for my resolution..&lt;br /&gt;1. To settle down with a solid prayer life.&lt;br /&gt;2. To bless the people around me, esp my family&lt;br /&gt;3. To try and stop shaking my leg..maybe once in a while okie, but hopefully i can do away with this bad habit of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you!!&lt;br /&gt;HAppY MOO YEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE COWS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-3567235403343251332?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/3567235403343251332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=3567235403343251332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3567235403343251332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3567235403343251332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-hello-happy-new-year-to-all-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-1419327057586359878</id><published>2009-01-21T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:22:30.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MESSAGE OF WISDOM FROM DR LEE WEI LING , LKY'S DAUGHTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Lee Wei Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007, in an end-of-year message to the staff of the National&lt;br /&gt;Neuroscience Institute, I wrote: 'Whilst boom time in the public sector&lt;br /&gt;is never as booming as in the private sector, let us not forget that&lt;br /&gt;boom time is eventually followed by slump time. Slump time in the public&lt;br /&gt;sector is always less painful compared to the private sector.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slump time has arrived with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I worry about the poorer Singaporeans who will be hit hard,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps this recession has come at an opportune time for many of us. It&lt;br /&gt;will give us an incentive to reconsider our priorities in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decades of the good life have made us soft. The wealthy especially, but&lt;br /&gt;also the middle class in Singapore, have had it so good for so long,&lt;br /&gt;what they once considered luxuries, they now think of as necessities.&lt;br /&gt;A mobile phone, for instance, is now a statement about who you are, not&lt;br /&gt;just a piece of equipment for communication. Hence many people buy the&lt;br /&gt;latest model though their existing mobile phones are still in perfect&lt;br /&gt;working order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mercedes-Benz is no longer adequate as a status symbol. For&lt;br /&gt;millionaires who wish to show the world they have taste, a Ferrari or a&lt;br /&gt;Porsche is deemed more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same attitude influences the choice of attire and accessories. I&lt;br /&gt;still find it hard to believe that there are people carrying handbags&lt;br /&gt;that cost more than thrice the monthly income of a bus driver, and many&lt;br /&gt;more times that of the foreign worker labouring in the hot sun, risking&lt;br /&gt;his life to construct luxury condominiums he will never have a chance to&lt;br /&gt;live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The media encourages and amplifies this ostentatious consumption.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is good to encourage people to spend more because this will&lt;br /&gt;prevent the recession from getting worse. I am not an economist, but&lt;br /&gt;wasn't that the root cause of the current crisis - Americans spending&lt;br /&gt;more than they could afford to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a particularly spiritual person. I don't believe in the&lt;br /&gt;supernatural beings and I don't think I have a soul that will survive my&lt;br /&gt;death. But as I view the crass materialism around me, I am reminded of&lt;br /&gt;what my mother once told me: 'Suffering and deprivation is good for the&lt;br /&gt;soul.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is not poor, but we have been brought up to be frugal. My&lt;br /&gt;parents and I live in the same house that my paternal grandparents and&lt;br /&gt;their children moved into after World War II in 1945. It is a big house&lt;br /&gt;by today's standards, but it is simple - in fact, almost to the point of&lt;br /&gt;being shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who see it for the first time are astonished that Minister Mentor&lt;br /&gt;Lee Kuan Yew's home is so humble. But it is a comfortable house, a home&lt;br /&gt;we have got used to. Though it does look shabby compared to the new&lt;br /&gt;mansions on our street, we are not bothered by the comparison.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the world and much of Singapore will lament the economic&lt;br /&gt;downturn. We have been told to tighten our belts. There will undoubtedly&lt;br /&gt;be suffering, which we must try our best to ameliorate. But I personally&lt;br /&gt;think the hard times will hold a timely lesson for many Singaporeans,&lt;br /&gt;especially those born after 1970 who have never lived through difficult&lt;br /&gt;times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how poor you are in Singapore, the authorities and social&lt;br /&gt;groups do try to ensure you have shelter and food. Nobody starves in&lt;br /&gt;Singapore. Many of those who are currently living in mansions and&lt;br /&gt;enjoying a luxurious lifestyle will probably still be able to do so,&lt;br /&gt;even if they might have to downgrade from wines costing $20,000 a bottle&lt;br /&gt;to $10,000 a bottle. They would hardly notice the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being wealthy is not a sin. It cannot be in a capitalist market economy.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the fruits of one's own labour is one's prerogative and I have&lt;br /&gt;no right to chastise those who choose to live luxuriously. But if one is&lt;br /&gt;blinded by materialism, there would be no end to wanting and hankering.&lt;br /&gt;After the Ferrari, what next? An Aston Martin? After the Hermes Birkin&lt;br /&gt;handbag, what can one upgrade to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither an Aston Martin nor an Hermes Birkin can make us truly happy or&lt;br /&gt;contented. They are like dust, a fog obscuring the true meaning of life,&lt;br /&gt;and can be blown away in the twinkling of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the end approaches and we look back on our lives, will we regret&lt;br /&gt;the latest mobile phone or luxury car that we did not acquire? Or would&lt;br /&gt;we prefer to die at peace with ourselves, knowing that we have lived&lt;br /&gt;lives filled with love, friendship and goodwill, that we have helped&lt;br /&gt;some of our fellow voyagers along the way and that we have tried our&lt;br /&gt;best to leave this world a slightly better place than how we found it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know which is the correct choice - and it is within our power to make&lt;br /&gt;that choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this new year, burdened as it is with the problems of the year that&lt;br /&gt;has just ended, let us again try to choose wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a considerable degree, our happiness is within our own control, and&lt;br /&gt;we should not follow the herd blindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writer is director of the National Neuroscience Institute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-1419327057586359878?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/1419327057586359878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=1419327057586359878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/1419327057586359878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/1419327057586359878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/01/message-of-wisdom-from-dr-lee-wei-ling.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-8949862988364053397</id><published>2009-01-20T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:16:37.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hearing is good, but it is of no use when we dont fully utilise it.&lt;br /&gt;First day at work with hearing impaired kids in the mainstream school. I really love working there and i thank God for giving me this opportunity. Looking forward to working there daily, and i'm really glad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-8949862988364053397?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/8949862988364053397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=8949862988364053397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8949862988364053397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8949862988364053397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/01/hearing-is-good-but-it-is-of-no-use.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-9106023665691387159</id><published>2009-01-19T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:28:30.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From Lifeteen.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessed are those who dance in the endzone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…as it is written, "Whoever boasts, should boast in the Lord.” – 1 Corinthians 1:31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Situation Explained&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten annoyed with athletes or other stars who seem cocky, prideful or totally self-centered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solution Offered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football season is back and I have to say I’m excited. Watching football is one of my favorite things to do (although, I don’t get to do it as much as I used to – as my little girls aren’t interested in any “team” not wearing pink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the replay of a “classic” football game not too long ago. It was an incredible game…one for the ages. There was one moment in particular, though, that caught my attention. The home team marched down the field in the final seconds to score the winning touchdown. For eighty yards all eleven players worked as a team, one squad with one heartbeat, it seemed. At the end of the drive one of the wide receivers caught a pass for the final ten yards and made his way into the endzone. Everyone went crazy, in the stands and the sidelines…even in the television booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this point that the receiver began doing his dance, posing and flexing, making faces at the crowd and, for the most part, ignoring his teammates who had come to congratulate him and to celebrate as a team. Following the victory the same player spoke to reporters and continually spoke of the fact that no one could stop him, that he was a “machine” and that he wanted the whole world to see that he is the best player to ever put on a uniform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The receiver who caught the pass was given all the attention and glory, which he gladly accepted, and desired. What was lost amidst the media circus, however, was the rest of the team, one player in particular. There was another player in the background, a player whose block made the touchdown possible, who wasn’t interviewed on camera; he was interviewed, however, by a local paper. Eventhough this game took place years ago, the interview (which I read online at the time) was so impressive that I remember the “unknown” player’s words, still today. When asked what he thought about his block, the humble player simply responded, “I’m just thankful God gave me some ability in this area and that I get to use my blessings to bless others. &lt;em&gt;The real winner here is God…always is”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two players had two very different quotes and two very different goals. The two players wore the same uniform, but the character and attitude beneath each jersey was drastically different. What they have in common (with us) is that they (and we) are all receivers…receivers of spiritual gifts from God, gifts that are intended to bring Him glory, not ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Paul speaks so clearly to the people in Corinth in this verse today, reminding them that all of their gifts…all of our gifts come from God, our Creator and should be used for His glory, never for our personal attention or gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no way am I saying that athletes are more guilty of boasting than the rest of us, they are just put in more situations where we hear the boasting. The truth is that every Christian has a responsibility to acknowledge the gifts that God has placed within him and not to deny them (that would be false humility). Once the gifts are identified, though, we should always strive to put those gifts to work for the purpose of building up God’s Kingdom, God’s family, God’s Church…never just for our own personal gain, reputation or attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sports reporter once wrote, “In high school, most athletes play for the name on the front of the jersey but in professional sports more and more athletes are playing for the name on the back.” He meant that when we’re younger and receive less attention or money we have the team in mind (the name on the front) but that as time, temptation and the world weigh down on us, we begin to think more about ourselves than the team (the name on the back), sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God threw His team’s jersey on you today, which name would you be living for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salvation Given&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…as it is written, "Whoever boasts, should boast in the Lord.” – 1 Corinthians 1:31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Live for God in all you do this day, so that all may see God’s glory touch down on earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-9106023665691387159?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/9106023665691387159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=9106023665691387159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/9106023665691387159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/9106023665691387159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-lifeteen.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-3898796284574153855</id><published>2009-01-19T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:21:39.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FASTING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasting is a great prayer practice.&lt;br /&gt;Fasting gives us an opportunity to be physically empty.&lt;br /&gt;We can use fasting as a spiritual exercise not only to physically empty ourselves, but also to spiritually empty our souls.&lt;br /&gt;Then, once we are empty, we can fill ourselves with the goodness of God.&lt;br /&gt;The Sacrament of Penance is also a great way to empty ourselves of the burdens of our sins.&lt;br /&gt;Once empty we can be filled with new life in God’s grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-3898796284574153855?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/3898796284574153855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=3898796284574153855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3898796284574153855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3898796284574153855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/01/fasting-fasting-is-great-prayer.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-7835767425378707692</id><published>2009-01-19T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:18:52.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Matt 6: 34&lt;br /&gt;-Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, kudos to Sister Doreen, her commented on OT/PT as a career, they are more than jobs, they are vocations. So if they are vocations, we better start discerning whether they are meant to be for us. You need a calling before you can take them up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-7835767425378707692?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/7835767425378707692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=7835767425378707692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7835767425378707692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7835767425378707692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/01/matt-6-34-therefore-do-not-worry-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-4511486668411029137</id><published>2009-01-10T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:30:41.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jealousy and envious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some deadly tools in our life. When we happen to feel like that, we are just actually feeling emptiness in our life. We get jealous as we do not treasure, and appreciate what we are already having on our plates. We get envious of others as we want what they are having, and we feel unfair that we do not have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, when we fall into the trap of jealousy and envious, much often we do not realise instantly that we are foolish and stupid for feeling like that. Often as much we may hear that God has his plans for us, and agree that his plans for us is the best for our lives, when we are intrigue by jealousy and envy we feel that God is unfair. We feel that it is so unfair that our friends has incredible brains, better skills, better luck than us, in turn putting ourselves in greater misery, lowering our self esteem, making us just feeling so much insecurities in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made such mistakes, and i still do at times. And i believe that everyone in their lives has commit such mistakes at least one time in their lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us not be ashamed to admit we are jealous and envious at time, but instead let us humble ourselves to tell God we need him to teach us to counter such feelings we are having. Let us be mindful and be much more aware of our feelings, so that whenever we are feeling jealous or envious of others, we can pray immediately and ask God to teach us how to overcome them, and ask him for more guidance in our lives so that we can radiate God's love into people's life. Also, to love all man, as how God would love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-4511486668411029137?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/4511486668411029137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=4511486668411029137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4511486668411029137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/4511486668411029137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/01/jealousy-and-envious-these-are-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-1826598432359389652</id><published>2009-01-10T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:19:08.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school of witness?&lt;br /&gt;events or intercessory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-1826598432359389652?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/1826598432359389652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=1826598432359389652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/1826598432359389652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/1826598432359389652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-of-witness-events-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-3026829641158039168</id><published>2009-01-06T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:00:42.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, the guys are going into the army, like this month or april.&lt;br /&gt;My classmate guys, John tan, BaoBao, friends here and there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. sometimes i really wonder how to join also. Like an army career looks good to me. Wells, let God decide. Maybe when the results come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-3026829641158039168?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/3026829641158039168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=3026829641158039168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3026829641158039168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/3026829641158039168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-guys-are-going-into-army-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-197998984014504018</id><published>2009-01-06T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:05:55.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Victory In Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He said to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 12:9-10 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-197998984014504018?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/197998984014504018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=197998984014504018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/197998984014504018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/197998984014504018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/01/victory-in-christ-he-said-to-me-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-6237165898570280489</id><published>2009-01-03T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:49:42.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Take you back-Jeremy Camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I stand&lt;br /&gt;The answer lies in you&lt;br /&gt;You hung to make me strong&lt;br /&gt;Though my praise was few&lt;br /&gt;When I fall and bring your name down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have found in you&lt;br /&gt;A heart that pleads forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Replacing all these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Of painful memories&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;That your response will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you back always&lt;br /&gt;And even when your fight is over now&lt;br /&gt;Even when your fight is over now&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you back always&lt;br /&gt;And even when the pain is coming through&lt;br /&gt;Even when the pain is coming through&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You satisfy this cry&lt;br /&gt;Of what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;And I take all I can&lt;br /&gt;And lay it down&lt;br /&gt;Before the throne of endless grace, now&lt;br /&gt;That radiates what's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the only place&lt;br /&gt;That erases all these faults&lt;br /&gt;That have overtaken me&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;That your response will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only speak&lt;br /&gt;With a grateful heart&lt;br /&gt;As I'm pierced by this gift&lt;br /&gt;Of your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always bring an offering&lt;br /&gt;I can never thank you enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus Two)&lt;br /&gt;You'll take me back always&lt;br /&gt;And even when my fight is over now&lt;br /&gt;Even when my fight is over now&lt;br /&gt;You'll take me back always&lt;br /&gt;And even when my pain is coming through&lt;br /&gt;Even when my pain is coming through&lt;br /&gt;You'll take me back always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when my fight is over now&lt;br /&gt;Even when my fight is over now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll take me back always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when my pain is coming through&lt;br /&gt;Even when my pain is coming through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll take me back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-6237165898570280489?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/6237165898570280489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='html'>busted is the techinical word to use now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-7025128568591803792?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/7025128568591803792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=7025128568591803792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7025128568591803792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7025128568591803792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2009/01/busted-is-techinical-word-to-use-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-4120480610207606970</id><published>2009-01-01T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T04:05:03.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRY NEW YEAR TO ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to share this story which is quite familiar..&lt;br /&gt;and i hope it would bring in comfort into your life as we welcome 2009 into our lives, casting away 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Cos God is always with us, and will never leave us.&lt;br /&gt;Even if we doubt him sometimes, and we think its all rubbish. He will still be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So in this 2009, may it be one that is filled with God's touches and may we continue to strive to know him even better as the days go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footprints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night I had a dream--&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord&lt;br /&gt;and across the sky flashed scenes from my life.&lt;br /&gt;For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints,&lt;br /&gt;one belonged to me and the other to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;When the last scene of my life flashed before me,&lt;br /&gt;I looked back at the footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that many times along the path of my life,&lt;br /&gt;there was only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest&lt;br /&gt;and saddest times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;This really bothered me and I questioned the Lord about it.&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,&lt;br /&gt;you would walk with me all the way,&lt;br /&gt;but I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life&lt;br /&gt;there is only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand why in times when I needed you most,&lt;br /&gt;you should leave me."&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child,&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I would never, never leave you&lt;br /&gt;during your times of trial and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;"When you saw only one set of footprints,&lt;br /&gt;it was then that I carried you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Mary Stevenson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-4120480610207606970?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/4120480610207606970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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presence in my life.&lt;br /&gt;In christmas, IN LEGION especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice&lt;br /&gt;Her burp&lt;br /&gt;Her laughter&lt;br /&gt;Her nudges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether she is back&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether i'll see her soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though everything is well&lt;br /&gt;i really want her to be part of this season in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-2042674186106111714?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/2042674186106111714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=2042674186106111714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-8766765325147994593</id><published>2008-12-23T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:52:13.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/grRnCSAzwuQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/grRnCSAzwuQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-8766765325147994593?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-6263108285069263107</id><published>2008-12-20T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:39:20.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finding where to serve, and i hope i can serve actively somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i'm trying to learn how to love people as how jesus has loved me. It really sucky to be so sensitive, and i really want to conquer this. haha. Left like 11 days to end of the year, my goal is to make someone's day each day during this last 11 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-6263108285069263107?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/6263108285069263107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=6263108285069263107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6263108285069263107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6263108285069263107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-finding-where-to-serve-and-i-hope-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-2323568873807306141</id><published>2008-12-18T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T01:28:03.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M SO BORED!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN"T WAIT TO EARN SOME MONEY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-2323568873807306141?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/2323568873807306141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=2323568873807306141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2323568873807306141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/2323568873807306141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-bored-i-cant-wait-to-earn-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-9217244079396221827</id><published>2008-12-14T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:30:09.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really want to praise God for showing me the wonders he can do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really very touched as i really really experienced him after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i'm really blessed to have flo and jasper as my co-fac.&lt;br /&gt;It was simply amazing, and cool. Like how my group shared and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;God showed us how he transformed their lives, and taught me that i actually dont have to be so worried about things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel so blessed, and there is simply no words i can descibe my happiness after this YISS. God really came, and gave me the touch that i so wanted. Explored ew gifts, and also was able to know the service team better and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serving without God is tiring,&lt;br /&gt;But serving with him is simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for the next YISS in June, where i am absolutely going to serve!!&lt;br /&gt;i really realy really really want to be part of it, as doing God's work is more satisfying then even playing soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you jesus for everything, and i really really love you loads as you have loved me thru and thru. even at times i doubted, i was angry, i did not trust and believe you, you still stood by me, loved me, hugged and kissed me in ways so intimate and lovely. You are beautiful and i pray for faith to reign upon our spiritual lives as we walked hand and hand with you to the path where you have planned for me to walk on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for the YISS-liberation opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for being simply always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like shuan, i really cant stop singing your praises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN AMEN AMEN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-9217244079396221827?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/9217244079396221827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=9217244079396221827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/9217244079396221827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/9217244079396221827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-want-to-praise-god-for-showing.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-9127770613664890119</id><published>2008-12-07T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:55:07.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well..even if i'm destined to stay in Singapore, and not destined to go for holidays around the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had 3 wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first wish is to go to Rome, Lourdes, France.&lt;br /&gt;To view the holy sites and stuff, to view the roots of the Churh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second wish is to go for world youth day 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the third is to go for mission trips to helped the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-9127770613664890119?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/9127770613664890119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=9127770613664890119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/9127770613664890119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/9127770613664890119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2008/12/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-7178292637465919748</id><published>2008-12-07T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:52:35.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FROM EMAIL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well-known speaker &lt;br /&gt;started off his seminar by: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding up a $20.00 &lt;br /&gt;bill In the room of 200, he asked, 'Who would like this $20 bill?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands started going up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, 'I am going to give this &lt;br /&gt;$20 to one of you &lt;br /&gt;but first, let me &lt;br /&gt;do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill . ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked, 'Who &lt;br /&gt;still wants it?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the hands &lt;br /&gt;were up in the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he &lt;br /&gt;replied, 'What if I do this?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now, who still wants it?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the hands went into the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it did not decrease in value. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still worth $20. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in our lives, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt &lt;br /&gt;by the decisions we make and &lt;br /&gt;the circumstances that come &lt;br /&gt;our way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel as though we are worthless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what has &lt;br /&gt;happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, &lt;br /&gt;you are still &lt;br /&gt;priceless to those who &lt;br /&gt;DO LOVE you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but by WHO WE ARE and &lt;br /&gt;WHOSE WE ARE. ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are special ? &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;Don't EVER forget it.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not pass &lt;br /&gt;this on, you may never know the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lives it touches, the &lt;br /&gt;hurting hearts it speaks to, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the hope that it can bring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings, &lt;br /&gt;not your problems. ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And remember: &lt;br /&gt;amateurs built the ark .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;professionals built the Titanic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-7178292637465919748?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/7178292637465919748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=7178292637465919748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7178292637465919748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7178292637465919748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-email-well-known-speaker-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-5198253019344625745</id><published>2008-12-06T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:59:39.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss singing in the choir this song- prepare ye the way of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare Ye the way of the Lord make his path straight..&lt;br /&gt;cos i would dance at the organ in the midst of playing this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for YISS to start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-5198253019344625745?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/5198253019344625745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=5198253019344625745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/5198253019344625745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/5198253019344625745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-singing-in-choir-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-6779860671406650634</id><published>2008-12-02T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:19:14.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tmr is going to be a tiring day and a day of possiblilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like to go st peter and paul, especially the adoration room.&lt;br /&gt;And to so sharing, attending mass, praying with viv and becks its pretty cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mann, i really do need graces tmr.&lt;br /&gt;And i really really dunno what to expect tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells,my goals for 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To serve God more actively.( pray life, church(LOM, youth), amplify )&lt;br /&gt;2. TO FIND A JOB!!&lt;br /&gt;3. To do outreach!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.thats for now!!&lt;br /&gt;oh mann.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for 3rd dec to be over!!&lt;br /&gt;seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-6779860671406650634?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/6779860671406650634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=6779860671406650634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6779860671406650634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/6779860671406650634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2008/12/tmr-is-going-to-be-tiring-day-and-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-7011125138215378105</id><published>2008-12-01T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:31:33.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 1st dec again..&lt;br /&gt;but this time, i'm in Singapore, not in pattaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things which i cannot change.&lt;br /&gt;Courage to change the things i can and wisdom to know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need peace!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-7011125138215378105?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/7011125138215378105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=7011125138215378105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7011125138215378105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/7011125138215378105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-1st-dec-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-8770182183708706096</id><published>2008-11-30T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:49:32.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljfl-gEbupU/STKY6Tgi77I/AAAAAAAAAKY/bRYgMfJRfFg/s1600-h/LIBERATION_poster_LRF_080901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274446241040887730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ljfl-gEbupU/STKY6Tgi77I/AAAAAAAAAKY/bRYgMfJRfFg/s400/LIBERATION_poster_LRF_080901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YISS-youth in spirit seminar.&lt;br /&gt;life changing&lt;br /&gt;God seeking experience!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you feel lost, sad, like there is something missing in you..&lt;br /&gt;or you could be happy but you want to find some purpose in life..&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, if you want to know more anout God in your life, but you have no idea how to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE ENCOURAGED TO JOIN THE CAMP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to browse the official website:&lt;br /&gt;http://amplifyyiss.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you can contact anyone you know who knows about this, or you can contact me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you!!&lt;br /&gt;GOD LOVES YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-8770182183708706096?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/8770182183708706096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-8784376521065300882</id><published>2008-11-30T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:42:06.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from prep camp.&lt;br /&gt;i really want to give this a best shot.&lt;br /&gt;and we really need to pray and do alot of penance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YISS-liberation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-8784376521065300882?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/8784376521065300882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=8784376521065300882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8784376521065300882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570347/posts/default/8784376521065300882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-came-back-from-prep-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Humpty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v371/marionthien/DSCF0402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570347.post-4749528811752112923</id><published>2008-11-26T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:12:21.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just submitted.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so weird.&lt;br /&gt;and i really dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..i met vivian today!!with don at hans @ lib..&lt;br /&gt;haha..she is still her oldself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways the slab for my grandma was really, so went to holy trinity for the weekday mass before we placed the urn into the niche, and let the guy sealed it.&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i had that feeling. bit of sadness and joyfulness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..well, times have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this post is really random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570347-4749528811752112923?l=undenied_entry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undenied_entry.blogspot.com/feeds/4749528811752112923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570347&amp;postID=4749528811752112923' title='0 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