<?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-5750982759227647206</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:21:17.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daphie's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>“Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow.” - Mary Anne Radmacher</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-5874543728024733956</id><published>2008-03-12T16:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:58:47.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>Its yet another heavy rainy day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow..i'm moving my blog to a new webby :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://mitoca.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the layouts at wordpress more.. haha besides there's password protection. Safer ;) just that i cant use tagboard anymore... but leave me comments will you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site i'll still keep it.. till it expires.. you can still enjoy the music. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls update ya links k! Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-5874543728024733956?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/5874543728024733956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=5874543728024733956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/5874543728024733956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/5874543728024733956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/03/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-6995659431608056964</id><published>2008-03-11T22:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:48.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R9aZdXg_fRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5jqSR_SnbFs/s1600-h/img_8_36_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176493551516613906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R9aZdXg_fRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5jqSR_SnbFs/s400/img_8_36_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He taught me something lately..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To learn to give even when you feel least of yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give a smile, lend a ear, say a word of encouragement to ppl who needs it even when you need it the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And He will build the joy in you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. He is so clear about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daph, you obey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i know something was not the same anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-6995659431608056964?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/6995659431608056964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=6995659431608056964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/6995659431608056964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/6995659431608056964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-says.html' title='He says...'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R9aZdXg_fRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5jqSR_SnbFs/s72-c/img_8_36_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-7402689242522446267</id><published>2008-03-11T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:48.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the usual Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R9aT5ng_fQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1Xk1DSZYvWA/s1600-h/img_13_20_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176487439778151682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R9aT5ng_fQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1Xk1DSZYvWA/s400/img_13_20_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I actually wanna blog last night but was so dead tired after doing my project slides..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didnt like the weather very much lately. Its like from a famous oldie song by 刘文正 - 三月里的小雨 except the rain is heavier. It makes one moody and sleepy. It keeps one indoors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Worst still, i can't jog :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still, my Monday was good. Whispered a prayer in the toilet and obeyed the things i should do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Made a new friend at work, well not very new.. except we seldom talk to one another (due to different workstations). Anyway, we were all talking about some work n stuff and she mentioned that she has some naiveness in her. And I told her, we all do.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its like a mixture. A combination of this child-like characteristics and at the same time having the personality that you own. Coming to God like a child, believing in him like a child.. but yet at the same time, having to be mature in our thoughts and attitude. How do we balance this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Intimacy was my answer while i was in the toilet. (Ha, you get answers very often in the space you dwell) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just like how King David was when he wrote Psalms. He was a man, and more ever a King. How did he come to God like a child? Intimacy. You will only bare ur true self to the one you love. To the one you depend on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Children. You learn and see much from them. To learn how to unlearn. They are so full of faith and zeal. So trusting. Its like the energy level in them never dies. And then you'll see another side of them, so honest and truthful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They let you "see" or rather understood some truths you've been looking for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be a child sometimes. To live outrageously. Laugh outrageously. Fall, cry, stand up and smile... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-7402689242522446267?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/7402689242522446267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=7402689242522446267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/7402689242522446267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/7402689242522446267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-usual-monday.html' title='Not the usual Monday'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R9aT5ng_fQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1Xk1DSZYvWA/s72-c/img_13_20_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-1003013088399665024</id><published>2008-03-09T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:48.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Great You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R9TUvXg_fKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/scwIoKCFuo8/s1600-h/71587550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175995781986876578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R9TUvXg_fKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/scwIoKCFuo8/s400/71587550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are deserving,&lt;br /&gt;Of all the praises Lord.&lt;br /&gt;And I am yearning,&lt;br /&gt;To be in Your presence once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside my heart is burning,&lt;br /&gt;I want to give you more.&lt;br /&gt;For You’re the only one that I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great You are!&lt;br /&gt;How great You are!&lt;br /&gt;You are the mighty King,&lt;br /&gt;And You’re come to reign in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great You are!&lt;br /&gt;How great You are!&lt;br /&gt;I give You all the praises of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music &amp;amp; words by Shannon Wexelberg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-1003013088399665024?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/1003013088399665024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=1003013088399665024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/1003013088399665024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/1003013088399665024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-great-you-are.html' title='How Great You Are'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R9TUvXg_fKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/scwIoKCFuo8/s72-c/71587550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-7287864161463526173</id><published>2008-03-07T00:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:48.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk it Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R9AgHS0ivOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hze8M8if6qc/s1600-h/img_13_15_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174671281532091618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R9AgHS0ivOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hze8M8if6qc/s400/img_13_15_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meiling shared with us on her testimony today @ cell :) ! I like true sharing. She's one amazing woman :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shares about how she keep pressing on in her work, her friend (whom she is trying to reach out to) and the kid whom she tutored. This is the 1st time she shares her testimony. You seldom hear from her but today she speaks :) I believe many of us were blessed by it. Am blessed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithfulness:&lt;br /&gt;Praying and waiting on Him despite your situations. Relying on Him everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt feeling good lately. Honestly, how can one be happy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you choose to be. Not putting on a front. Not setting the problem aside. But you choose to walk in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing how Meiling has come through in her many "obstacles" (which translates to victories), am encouraged by it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-7287864161463526173?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/7287864161463526173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=7287864161463526173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/7287864161463526173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/7287864161463526173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/03/walk-it-out.html' title='Walk it Out'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R9AgHS0ivOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/hze8M8if6qc/s72-c/img_13_15_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-6855529926476889675</id><published>2008-02-28T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:48.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>希望</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R8WQAXpynSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/G8e9Fn3INtc/s1600-h/figtree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171698083128581410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R8WQAXpynSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/G8e9Fn3INtc/s400/figtree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;私はこの睡眠から目覚めた&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;これらの願いは漂っている&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;それはここに終わる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私は信頼する ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;いつの日か神は私に答える&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-6855529926476889675?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/6855529926476889675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=6855529926476889675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/6855529926476889675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/6855529926476889675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='希望'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R8WQAXpynSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/G8e9Fn3INtc/s72-c/figtree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-8239604446079432450</id><published>2008-02-24T22:42:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:48.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We can go on and on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R8GaJXpynRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7HT_vuZ8VrM/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170583332956839186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R8GaJXpynRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7HT_vuZ8VrM/s400/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's strange that ppl still hide despite knowing that He cares. Despite knowing what it is written. Despite knowing He is waiting for you to turn around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The hide i'm saying here is to turn away from what He has spoken to you in many ways for you to change. And also hiding away ur true self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But i think its no use hiding and not doing something about it. Cos' its a matter of time the issue will be right in front of ur face again. And each time it does, it is more difficult to overcome. It needs another level of covering it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the more layers you try to cover, the more you find it difficult to allow His truth / light expose into your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok.. intense. But i just want to make a point. Becos' i do think that ppl who do not want to share could be becos' they are inferior in who they are. Refuse to allow ppl to see another side of their vulnerability. They may think that ppl will not have the "usual" impression on them. Fear. Insecurity. Untrusting. Hurts. Self Esteem.. etc etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know how it feels like. You just want to hide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But these are not excuses of not dealing with them. Big no no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Putting on a force front is tiring. I did that before - its not worth it. I would rather come to Him in tears, share with ppl whom can speak life and take responsibility of that issue. Set aside the emotions cos' they are just momentarily. We cant just base on how we feel all the time to make decisions. Easy to say but can be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unless, one have made a decision to change. else i think its rather difficult for one to see a breakthrough. Sometimes you just have to tell yourself, "Enough of pity parties! move on!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, God loves. But He sure has rebuke me through words, ppl and situations etc. That's love too. Love is speaking the truth even when it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:) i'm bless to have friends who share, who encourages. Its always good to have friends who are supportive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok not sure if i'm making any sense here.. but i think most went through the hard way too just to confront their insecurities. But hey, its a rewarding experience once you conquer one of the mountains :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And its all worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-8239604446079432450?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/8239604446079432450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=8239604446079432450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/8239604446079432450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/8239604446079432450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-can-go-on-and-on.html' title='We can go on and on...'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R8GaJXpynRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7HT_vuZ8VrM/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-2547552401879182762</id><published>2008-02-15T17:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:49.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Impressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R7hZwHpynPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XHlwufr7nyg/s1600-h/img_13_15_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167979255630568690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R7hZwHpynPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XHlwufr7nyg/s400/img_13_15_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felt weird these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its one of those days where you just want to hide. Be alone. I'm weird. Odd. Strange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many things coming up at work, sth is brewing. Anyway, one of my colleague confide in me lately that she cant take it any longer becos' of the 'continual handover' to another team. (Its a long story) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Job frustrations. Or rather ppl frustrates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway back to the point, she is feeling stressed up and cant sleep in the night. And sometimes she even broke down and cry. She told me today that this year she needs to build herself up. I told her she dont have to rely on her strength. She gave me a bewildered look and asked why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I explained. But i didnt get to the whole God topic yet. Just shared with her my experiences etc. And while i was doing that, i thought to myself, will He uses my testimony to bless someone? Answer is obviously a yes. But i doubted. I doubted that my words have no effect on ppl. -- this is a weakness!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh.... i know i know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always ask Him to use me as a life testimony.. and when the real thing comes, unbelief cames in. Unbelief in myself. A lack of confidence in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not impressed. so am i..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-2547552401879182762?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/2547552401879182762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=2547552401879182762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/2547552401879182762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/2547552401879182762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-impressed.html' title='Not Impressed'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R7hZwHpynPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XHlwufr7nyg/s72-c/img_13_15_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-6065800178388978043</id><published>2008-02-12T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:49.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit me with good advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R7G-I3pynOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ieH8ZPwL9to/s1600-h/friendquotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166119307158133986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R7G-I3pynOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ieH8ZPwL9to/s400/friendquotes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think i figured out what it actually meant by :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faithful are the wounds of a friend. —Proverbs 27:6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I mean as in really understood the meaning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes i wish He will deal with me in a hard way so this stubborn personality of mine will be whipped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He didn't. Thankfully. becos' that would be by force, and of cos, i dont think i'll accept or repent. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, i'm not perfect (and will never be but striving to be close to that) and i should welcome counsel from friends who gives good advice. Reliable friends will motivate you to change for the better. Friends who speak into your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Let the righteous strike me; it shall be a kindness. Let him rebuke me; it shall be as excellent oil; let my head not refuse it” (Ps. 141:5).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Great stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-6065800178388978043?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/6065800178388978043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=6065800178388978043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/6065800178388978043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/6065800178388978043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/02/wounds-of-friend-extract-from-daily.html' title='Hit me with good advice'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R7G-I3pynOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ieH8ZPwL9to/s72-c/friendquotes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-3790066076993647815</id><published>2008-02-09T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T23:15:39.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While jogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went for a short jog just a few hours ago. Went fellowshipping with Him while jogging was fun. Ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sat there on the bench thinking to myself.. that there are things which you simply won't get any answers. There are times when you just have to stop asking "why" and accept the way things are. He reminds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it is comforting to know that He knows what to do with me, rather than me knowing what to do with myself. At least when i didnt know what to do, He knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meditate on how big God is. He gives the best. I trust. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are here for His pleasure. We are here because He wants our fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We serve a Great God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-3790066076993647815?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/3790066076993647815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=3790066076993647815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/3790066076993647815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/3790066076993647815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/02/there-are-things-which-you-simply-wont.html' title='While jogging'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-4155309271191457049</id><published>2008-02-09T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:50.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the smile in you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R62Qw3pynLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_t13z6gWMgY/s1600-h/img_8_34_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164943516911180978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R62Qw3pynLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_t13z6gWMgY/s320/img_8_34_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R61LJXpynII/AAAAAAAAAF0/RzkfvcmHhAQ/s1600-h/girlstalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nice pic i have here, dont you think? ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 3rd day of CNY already.. time is a thief. Very soon, we'll have to get back into action - Work (haha ok i shall not rub it in - preservere) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seems like as you get older, CNY become just a normal holiday where you can just laze at home (besides the eating and all) or just meet up with friends etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But am glad that i had some quality time with friends whom we have not meet for quite awhile. We chatted till 4am. Yes, we redeemed the long lost time to talk for that night. From social economics, to complaints, relationships, future etc. I like it esp. when friends are honest and open to speak their minds though we have different opinions. It doesnt matter. The common thing is understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have this friend whom i've always wanted to reach out to. She's one of my sec school mates whom we've known each other for years. That night, she poured out what she has been bottling up - her family relationships, it is sth which not many can understand. Becos' of busy work schedules, we seldom have a chance to meet up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its an excuse. becos' ppl are selfish with time. I'm one of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It reminds me of what Joyce Meyer says in a book: "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world is filled with sad, hurting people. Don't put off until tomorrow of what you can do today. You can put smiles on faces. You can be a smile giver. Use what you have in your hand to make someone else's life get better&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;" Giving is the best way to receive. It works. When you give sth to your neighbours, surely they'll feel awkward if they dont give sth in return to you? I mean its a common cycle among ppl. Of cos, we dont give just becos' we want sth in return. We are called to be different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, its always the case, when you have been placed with sth which you really need to do, you simply didnt feel like doing it. At least its for my case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Start with the ppl around me first if i really want to help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need to remind myself to focus on the things i can do and not the things i cant do? Mother Teresa said this well.. "&lt;strong&gt;If you can't feed a hundred people, then just feed one&lt;/strong&gt;". Great advice. I think sometimes we all want to be bigger and that measure we have in mind is to reach out to the hundreds. If i cant start with what i have, how to i get far from here? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Keep my eyes on Him. After all, it isnt about me :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-4155309271191457049?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/4155309271191457049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=4155309271191457049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/4155309271191457049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/4155309271191457049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/02/days-of-cny.html' title='Keeping the smile in you'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R62Qw3pynLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_t13z6gWMgY/s72-c/img_8_34_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-7746133694530794936</id><published>2008-02-04T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:21:30.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly i really do not like the start of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the weekends, its always a "struggle" to adjust back to the routine work life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emails, phonecalls, meetings, interviews; emails, phonecalls, meetings, interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stops. Sometimes it is irking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have this strange candidate who keeps asking why she was not selected for a 2nd interivew. And all i could reply is that her skills do not match the job requirements. Apparently, she does not seems to get it. (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what it means by starting all over again? (-_____-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon, Tues, Wed, Thurs, Fri, Sat, Sun.. and you go back to the basics. Again and again until you are refinED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not funny. And i'm really sleepy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-7746133694530794936?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/7746133694530794936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=7746133694530794936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/7746133694530794936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/7746133694530794936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/02/honestly-i-really-do-not-like-start-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-3465904325367857872</id><published>2008-02-03T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:50.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R6ceu77LgjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kIxz5gI_gt8/s1600-h/girlsmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163129289512288818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R6ceu77LgjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kIxz5gI_gt8/s320/girlsmile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in everyone of us, there's this desire to be someone bigger. Like E says, we are born for BIGGER things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reason why i'm saying this. Just thinking about this 'something' which i would really want to move on to. Funny thing is that, it stirs and calls one to be reminded again and again. It is not to be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when P.Tan shared on the phrase by Mother Theresa, "&lt;b&gt;I'm not called to be successful, I'm called to be faithful.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it must have taken several times of similar events to occur and to eventually making this to be a statement. I've taken lightly many of the things which was being said and realised that the whole story here is i'm not the main lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stage is not build for my own enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how a man who was so crushed by his own physical circumstances could stand up and shout that He is good. He still uses this man who testify of His Greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how He showed us love in many ways. Through people, the homeless, the poor, through sadness, through joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to offer. And i'm thankful that He uses me. I want to be used in whichever way He directs. Though i know i'll definitely squirm when time comes. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be someone who waters, who plants and sows. The after effect is that you'll get watered as well. You'll be blessed by the person whom you blessed. Not saying about having good returns of doing good. But this blessing is something which is neither in monetary terms nor material stuff. Something GREATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've many thoughts tonight which i cant express? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i do THINK. its just a matter of expression. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daph, even if its not what it seems.. He directs. You obey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-3465904325367857872?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/3465904325367857872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=3465904325367857872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/3465904325367857872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/3465904325367857872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-thoughts.html' title='Some thoughts..'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R6ceu77LgjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kIxz5gI_gt8/s72-c/girlsmile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-976417773731390016</id><published>2008-01-27T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:00:16.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old has gone, The New has come</title><content type='html'>Came back home from family dinner, and OMG.. my furnitures were all in different position. As in my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. am not fascinated by the works of my dad and probably suggestions from my mum.. I think they are into this feng shui thingy and i told them it does not matter if i sleep near to the door or facing the mirror. (rolls eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what change gives you when its least expected - shocked. dunno how to react. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you want to go back to where you feel its comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'll try to get myself adjusted to my newly "revamped" room.. perhaps i'll grow to love the change. (Not likely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had dinner with my family near my aunt's place (she's my favourite aunt :)) Chose to sit with my cousins and brothers (youths) instead with the adults. I guess, i never really enjoyed the company of my other relatives. Cos' they are really boring, talk about the latest technology (mobiles etc), talked abt the usual stuff, their kids education results.. blah. The traditional Chinese cheena family. Oh help me. They are just boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the youths. Always light-hearted, and i figured i can talk to them so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great to hear that Benjamin's sister has accepted Christ and is planted in a cell group. :) That was one of our prayer made which has come to pass. It has been a joy to witness my cousins' change when they come to know Him. I guess this is one of it.. one of things why we need to be involved in ppl's lives. As in for those ppl that God has placed in your hands. Hmm.. its about time not to waste time. Ha. if u know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. today is short. I have no comments except for the change in my room. *grumbles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-976417773731390016?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/976417773731390016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=976417773731390016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/976417773731390016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/976417773731390016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/01/itchy-hands.html' title='The Old has gone, The New has come'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-7505521984324808984</id><published>2008-01-26T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:50.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R5tI5r7LghI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wOsYmprQv14/s1600-h/img_13_15_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159797953963721234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R5tI5r7LghI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wOsYmprQv14/s320/img_13_15_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sweetness of your words&lt;br /&gt;They filled me everyday&lt;br /&gt;In the stillness, you spoke to me&lt;br /&gt;Whispering in my ear that i am Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful my Savior is!&lt;br /&gt;He puts me above the Angels of the Heavens&lt;br /&gt;And gave His life to bring me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful He is!&lt;br /&gt;The lifter of my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Shelter for my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever i will sing, Sing of your praise forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loved&lt;br /&gt;By the Only One who creates me&lt;br /&gt;By the Only One who knows me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful is your Name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i will sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing of your praise forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-7505521984324808984?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/7505521984324808984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=7505521984324808984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/7505521984324808984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/7505521984324808984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-you.html' title='Beautiful You'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R5tI5r7LghI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wOsYmprQv14/s72-c/img_13_15_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-8257853524479034455</id><published>2008-01-22T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:51.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R5X2Ct6FlDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/a95WW5mkSSk/s1600-h/img_8_36_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158299474766173234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R5X2Ct6FlDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/a95WW5mkSSk/s320/img_8_36_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reminding myself from the start of the week that whatever the next day is going to come, i'll live it like a special day. Celebrating life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to think that my life is so mundane: Work, Study, Sleep, Eat, Cell, Church. And when ppl asked me "how was your day?" I'm like... "Errr...fine? Nothing special"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that ppl expect exciting events or those testimonies-that-will-blow-you-away kind of answers.. well sorry, wrong person. I seriously dont have any exciting things to share. (for now..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If you know me well, am actually quite boring &amp;amp; quiet. Haha. ok, dont use this against me. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess its all about living with the right mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to work, not with the usual dread (sian) feeling...just feeling good. Not that everything at work was right. There are still challenging ppl u meet, but yeah, felt peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to my colleagues, spend some time getting to know their lives. (Btw, i did it after work &amp;amp; during lunch) It felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered what my ex-colleague used to tell me:" Everyday begins with possibilities. It is up to us to fill it with things that moves us forward. &lt;strong&gt;There is no "unimportant day".&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Everyday, is an instalment of time given by God for our investment.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is important if we make progress in our lives and if we make a difference to others in what we do &amp;amp; say. It may not be big, all things start small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remind myself to keep myself clean &amp;amp; bright - cos i am the window through which i see the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If my heart is contaminated with complains, anger, bitterness and dissatisfaction, my heart will be very dark and unattractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees my heart more than what i do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Reigns!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-8257853524479034455?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/8257853524479034455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=8257853524479034455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/8257853524479034455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/8257853524479034455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/01/special-day.html' title='Special Day!'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R5X2Ct6FlDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/a95WW5mkSSk/s72-c/img_8_36_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-3186559224446295903</id><published>2008-01-18T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:34:19.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promoted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Received the letter this morning from my boss :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Really thankful to the One who has bring me thus far (and further to come). All Glory goes to Him. I'm happy though not much expressions shown on my face. Haha. Its not excitement. Just thankful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking back at my 2007 time that i've invested, its all on work. I guess i would like to do sth different this year? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a thought. No plans yet. But i'll do it. *prays*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, not getting attached or having a driving license. But if that comes, i dont mind. Ha. I would want to do sth more closer to my purpose (?) To prepare myself for that purpose, i've to make a step forward first. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I believe that if you seek after Him, all will be added to you eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today at cell, we were supposed to share our purpose in this year and what are the few things we want to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt quite figure out yet now. not meaning to say directionless.. but always have this thought to do sth extra this yr. I'll share when i have sorted them out. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile....akang datang :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-3186559224446295903?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/3186559224446295903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=3186559224446295903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/3186559224446295903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/3186559224446295903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/01/promoted.html' title='Promoted'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-245909722415508879</id><published>2008-01-16T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:31:03.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized that no matter what i do, i must not have the expectation from ppl that they will thank or appreciate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it is only fair. In situations like that, i can tell myself that I do not need their reason in order to work for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i have ppl running around asking for things without getting a "queue no." and all wants the same attention and immediate delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like asking God to shut them out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or rather i would love to be shut away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. I shall not walk by "i feel" but i'll walk by "i will"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do what is pleasing to Him, what He entrusts me with. He says they can but I cant. To walk with him isnt just simply a prayer to say "Lord, I surrender." But to live it as you mean it EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i remembered E said... each step forward gets heavier. It does, but i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-245909722415508879?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/245909722415508879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=245909722415508879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/245909722415508879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/245909722415508879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-realized-that-no-matter-what-i-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-1619146882627519412</id><published>2008-01-15T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:51.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is not Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R4zEmt6FlCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VbChlgV5T9s/s1600-h/babysulk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155711842869679138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" height="276" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R4zEmt6FlCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VbChlgV5T9s/s320/babysulk.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Walked to work today and reminded myself that am walking in His purpose. Whatever i do is for His name sake. Got to be obedient and good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything was good in the morning, doing my work, clearing emails. Had lunch and came back for work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And this is the "moment". Mails were in huge quantities and each email is an instruction. Work is piling up. Reports on the list. Bite myself and say finish them as much as i can. Ok. set myself to do it. But i was getting there (meaning about to get fed up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And i have friends like Ever and Eric who really are funny (on msn &amp;amp; email). One is talking sense &amp;amp; the other is non-sense. (Haha) And having Gracie texting me in early mornings to encourage me.. friends are gifts. really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes a laugh or an advice from a friend helps. It cuts away those moments when i feel am getting there, to get me re-focus that He is my boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments like this are a reminder that this is what "flesh nailing" is. No matter how unwilling you are, you just have to move forward with the Joy that is set before Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its painful. And its not funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-1619146882627519412?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/1619146882627519412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=1619146882627519412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/1619146882627519412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/1619146882627519412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-is-not-funny.html' title='It is not Funny'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R4zEmt6FlCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VbChlgV5T9s/s72-c/babysulk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-4574889466583759199</id><published>2008-01-12T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T10:57:33.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change starts from me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remembered when i was new to Christianity, there was always this urge to change a person's mind. I believe it comes from a good intention. To share the Good news. To introduce Him to ppl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This urge to change a person's mind lasted for quite awhile and i became judgmental subsequently. Thinking that they should change their mindset and questioned why is it that they do not understand? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And becos' of this stubborn mind i have, i missed out seeing the flaws in me. He, being so timely spoke through a book which i've read a couple of times. (see how blind a person can be when they are so focus on the faults of one!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not many can embrace change easily. I admit i wasn't a fan for "Change". But you know, when you are with Him, sometimes you'll just have to be quiet and obey. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll share from a book by John Maxwell... a couple of reasons why ppl are resistant to change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Ppl resist change becos' of Personal Loss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Ppl resist change becos' of Fear of the Unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. Ppl resist change becos' the Timing may be Wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Ppl resist change becos' it Feels Awkward &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Ppl resist change becos' of Tradition (P.K. just shared with us not long ago)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;And for the matter of fact, &lt;strong&gt;we can't change people&lt;/strong&gt;. No matter how hard we try to, we can't. This is a truth. Somewhere i've read from a book says, God treats our freewill as a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sacred&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thing which is one of the reason why He does not force His will upon us. This power of choice was given to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the more we shouldn't enforce our expectations upon others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've learnt that a lot of changes come from within me. It starts from me. If I can't change myself, how can i inspire others to do the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I can't change myself, how can i even talk to others about Change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I like this : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The greatest difference my difference maker can make is within me, not others"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its not just &lt;em&gt;the only&lt;/em&gt;, but &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the greatest difference&lt;/span&gt; you can make is within yourself :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not forgetting the Author and Finisher who will do the change in you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-4574889466583759199?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/4574889466583759199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=4574889466583759199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/4574889466583759199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/4574889466583759199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/01/change-starts-from-me.html' title='Change starts from me'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-2326498819144440172</id><published>2008-01-09T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:51.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R4RYNt6Fk_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yUZApcvdgLw/s1600-h/silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153340866303464434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R4RYNt6Fk_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yUZApcvdgLw/s320/silence.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am having lunch now at my desk. Enjoying very single bit of the peace here. All i can hear are my fingers tapping away on this keyboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not that am being AS today but i just want some peace. Some silence. After the whole buzz in the morning, i just want to be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like silence. Its the only time when you can think and see clearly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I enjoy being alone (most of the time, now that it is a lack). so if u catch me wandering around somewhere alone or going home early, pls dont freak out. Am perfectly normal. I just want some time off to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not that I dont think most of the time. But you know... airing my brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And today i was thinking about the 2nd half of the month of which direction i should head. Ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First thing that i need to do soon, is to update my resume. Time to evaluate what i have did for these 2 years and update for the next job opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes when i was updating the employees record, am really amazed with those employees that has been here for more than 5-10 years. I wonder what is the "thing" that keeps them here on bay for so long. I am referring to those who has no family committment. Do they ever look out of the corporate window and think of changing environment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I admit i cant. i dont think i can stay on a job for more than 3 years? Perhaps in the future.. but defintely not now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not in a government sector anyway. =p (dont stone me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-2326498819144440172?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/2326498819144440172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=2326498819144440172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/2326498819144440172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/2326498819144440172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/01/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R4RYNt6Fk_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yUZApcvdgLw/s72-c/silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-2673875772195625727</id><published>2008-01-06T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:18:01.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Tomlin - How Can I Keep From Singing</title><content type='html'>Chris Tomlin - How Can I Keep From Singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an endless song&lt;br /&gt;Echoes in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I hear the music ring&lt;br /&gt;And though the storms may come&lt;br /&gt;I am holding on&lt;br /&gt;To the rock I cling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;How can I keep from singing Your praise&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever say enough&lt;br /&gt;How amazing is Your love&lt;br /&gt;How can I keep from shouting Your name&lt;br /&gt;I know I am loved by the King&lt;br /&gt;And it makes my heart want to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lift my eyes&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;For I know my Savior lives&lt;br /&gt;And I will walk with You&lt;br /&gt;Knowing You'll see me through&lt;br /&gt;And sing the songs You give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sing in the troubled times&lt;br /&gt;Sing when I win&lt;br /&gt;I can sing when I lose my step&lt;br /&gt;And fall down again&lt;br /&gt;I can sing 'cause You pick me up&lt;br /&gt;Sing 'cause You're there&lt;br /&gt;I can sing 'cause You hear me, Lord&lt;br /&gt;When I call to You in prayer&lt;br /&gt;I can sing with my last breath&lt;br /&gt;Sing for I know&lt;br /&gt;That I'll sing with the angels&lt;br /&gt;And the saints around the throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-2673875772195625727?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/2673875772195625727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=2673875772195625727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/2673875772195625727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/2673875772195625727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/01/chris-tomlin-how-can-i-keep-from.html' title='Chris Tomlin - How Can I Keep From Singing'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-2070360646377591043</id><published>2008-01-06T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:00:30.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning - recharged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Him last night, was reminded that whatever I do is not becos' for my own cause but for His. And whichever ministry am called to serve its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my ministry but His. Served today in choir, it felt good. Not becos' i've learn a new song but its understanding about the purpose. Perhaps i dont have the full understanding now but it will be revealed to me when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like what P.K said about goal setting. Of being SMARTER - the last reason and most important of all was "&lt;strong&gt;Whom&lt;/strong&gt; am I here for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how He has reminded me here for each day. Especially when i feel like giving up.. retreating back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heb 12 v 2 : "Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i have to go plan my goals now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-2070360646377591043?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/2070360646377591043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=2070360646377591043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/2070360646377591043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/2070360646377591043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-sunday.html' title='My Sunday'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-604459937438599013</id><published>2008-01-02T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:02:36.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Not About Me</title><content type='html'>I was rushing off to class this evening and was listening to Joyce Meyer's message on - "Its Not About Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the question came so straight that convicts when she asked, when was the last time we ask God to help somebody? His words really cuts like a double-edged sword. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true, now that i've looked back, it seems to me that i've been so focus on work and studies all year that i've neglected the other part of meeting needs, helping someone. One can go on life just like that, attending church/cell, going for bible studies, reading His word and yet not doing or helping somebody. And sometimes it becomes a routine that eventually you find it "normal". You start giving yourselves excuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is scary. Becos' we are accountable. Accountable to what we have NOT done in our time here to help someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 25 v 43 - 45 "I was a stranger and you did not take Me in, naked and you did not clothe Me, sick and in prison and you did not visit Me." Then they also will answer Him, "saying, Lord, when did we see You hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison and did not minister to You?" Then He will answer them, saying, &lt;strong&gt;"Assuredly, I say to you, inasmunch as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 1 v 10 "...that you may walk worthy of the Lord, &lt;strong&gt;fully pleasing Him&lt;/strong&gt;, being fruitful in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this 2008, I have found something to work on. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: If you have time, go listen to Corrinne May - "Love Song for #1"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-604459937438599013?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/604459937438599013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=604459937438599013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/604459937438599013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/604459937438599013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-not-about-me.html' title='Its Not About Me'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-9082973230564277403</id><published>2008-01-01T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:57:17.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 in 2008</title><content type='html'>New beginnings are always good. Fresh start of the year is always being look forward to. I like new beginnings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you just feel like living in the past.. living in the good old days in 2007. Its hard to bid farewell. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to 2008, i wonder what is it like. Its like standing in front of the ocean and not seeing any answers. Is that fear? or out of that comes insecurity? Moving on to the unknown. I know the door of 2007 has closed. I have to move forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another new day at work. I dont anticipate it. There's so much to do and i just feel like cutting some slack. I know, not very impressive. Haha.. but i just want to be honest. You know, i just want to be comfortable a little longer. Yet its not good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. Wake up daphne.. wake up from the past and move forward. 2007 is in the past tense now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 waits for no one. Move on. Be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-9082973230564277403?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/9082973230564277403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=9082973230564277403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/9082973230564277403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/9082973230564277403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-1-in-2008.html' title='Day 1 in 2008'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-8276560600031578139</id><published>2007-12-31T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:51.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R3naaN6Fk-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/1065LudLi58/s1600-h/113935996_df211318f9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150387792819622882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R3naaN6Fk-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/1065LudLi58/s200/113935996_df211318f9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend the last few days of 2007 with my cell at EC chalet. And here i am typing this entry while some of them were playing PSP, sleeping, stoning etc. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BBQ will be starting in another few hours. And while am unable to catch a decent nap, i'll blog here ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's yet another season to think about plans for 2008. Actually, everyday is an opportunity to really reflect/review plans, its just that today is an "official" time to think about it. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been very thankful to Him for 2007, work and studies are doing good. Efforts and all hard work was worth it. Relationships with colleagues &amp;amp; friends are great as well. Though there are trying times and all..it is fine. Looking back on my many "little impossibilities" in 2007, He has brought me here after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my resolution for 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do what am supposed to do, called to do, do it right with good attitude and not missed out the opportunities He has opened. (Note: not all doors are opened by God) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, shall stop here. The rest are exclusive to myself and Him only. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2008 ! And may you have greater stamina to complete the 2008 race well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-8276560600031578139?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/8276560600031578139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=8276560600031578139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/8276560600031578139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/8276560600031578139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-2007.html' title='End of 2007'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R3naaN6Fk-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/1065LudLi58/s72-c/113935996_df211318f9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-5864670982538796940</id><published>2007-12-16T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:51.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift of Friends - Unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R2U2W96Fk8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/3mGUUBKDZcA/s1600-h/img_8_37_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144577917543879618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R2U2W96Fk8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/3mGUUBKDZcA/s320/img_8_37_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are days when bubbling from us comes the innocent child within,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who giggles at the little thingsand wears a silly grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are days when melancholy comes to visit for a while;&lt;br /&gt;the mind feels tired, the body weak;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we have no strength to smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are days when joy abundant grabs a hold of you and me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wraps us up in all it's splendor, lifts us up and sets us free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are days when sorrow wraps using its cloak of grief and fear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'till our hearts ache to the breaking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'till our eyes can't shed a tear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are days when love bestows us with its wonderment and light;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with its beauty and its mystery, its power and its might.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there are days when life rewards us and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seems to make amends by granting us a marvelous gift,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the precious gift of Friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-5864670982538796940?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/5864670982538796940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=5864670982538796940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/5864670982538796940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/5864670982538796940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2007/12/gift-of-friends-unknown.html' title='Gift of Friends - Unknown'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R2U2W96Fk8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/3mGUUBKDZcA/s72-c/img_8_37_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-2958164294998910932</id><published>2007-12-13T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T11:29:59.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Again, i woke up today and didnt feel like getting up from bed. The weather is so cool these days (and i felt like i was in genting) and the bed was calling out to me.. Arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to Christmas is another 12 more days.. 12 more days to tie up the loose ends of 2007..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back.. i asked myself what have i achieved and completed this year? What i have not start or complete yet? What is it that i have to improve on? Where will i go in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i spend my time typing here waiting for the network connection to be back in my office.. i have much to say. Cant express it here so i'll just shorten it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank God for all and all.. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my 2007 is not too bad? What about yours? We still have a long way to go though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for lunch :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-2958164294998910932?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/2958164294998910932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=2958164294998910932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/2958164294998910932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/2958164294998910932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2007/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-6064131498832666259</id><published>2007-12-10T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T18:03:10.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Monday</title><content type='html'>I didnt wake up today feeling great like some other days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt spaced out. It seems i've been missing out sth for the past few days. I'm so tired? But i cant stop. I have to keep running. Its the end of 2007 soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have been happening and there is not enough time for these to sink in..&lt;br /&gt;Feel like retreating back to the little hole i once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one of those days where you just dont see yourself getting anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.. I'll get back to normal :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-6064131498832666259?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/6064131498832666259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=6064131498832666259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/6064131498832666259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/6064131498832666259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2007/12/rainy-monday.html' title='Rainy Monday'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-2921409416771821441</id><published>2007-12-09T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:54:48.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistake</title><content type='html'>I could see the red warning signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something i need to release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to love. To learn to see from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 25 v 40 - "Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-2921409416771821441?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/2921409416771821441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=2921409416771821441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/2921409416771821441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/2921409416771821441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2007/12/mistake.html' title='Mistake'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-6102100046961100845</id><published>2007-12-04T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:52.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R1U_VWPI-VI/AAAAAAAAADI/1GcyiEnk5Q4/s1600-h/forgiveness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140084185692174674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="216" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R1U_VWPI-VI/AAAAAAAAADI/1GcyiEnk5Q4/s200/forgiveness.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found a booklet on "Forgiveness" this evening when i came back home. Some books which i left unread some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd always thought to myself there isn't anyone whom i have not forgiven yet. But i guess, He always speaks to me @ the right time. Yes, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some extracts from the booklet that I would like to share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True Forgiveness begins by dealing with sin honestly. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Many things may irritate, annoy or upset us about someone else. Those things may require enduring, they do not involve forgiving. Sometimes we feel that someone has wronged us. But the truth is that jealousy, insecurity, or ambition easily distort our perspective. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone disagreeing with us or hurting our feelings does not necessarily brings us into the realm of forgiveness. Not all wounds are created equal, Proverbs 27 v 6 tells us that.. "wounds from a friend can be trusted, but an enemy multiplies kisses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this best from C.S. Lewis :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Real forgiveness means steadily looking at the sin, the sin that is left over without any excuse, after all allowances have been made, and seeing it in all its horror, dirt, meanness, and malice.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not talking about burying sin under the naive assumption that "time will heal your wounds".. wounds that are not tended do not automatically heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The pains we dare not remember are the most dangerous of all. We fear to face some horrible things that once hurt us, and we stuff it into the black holes of our unconsciousness where we suppose it cannot hurt us. But it only comes back disguised. It is like a demon wearing an angel's face. It lays low for a while only to slug us later, on the sly. " -- Lewis Smedes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need to let go of the offense even when the other person won't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Forgiveness doesn't mean forgetting to remember, but remembering to forget"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.... i've heard You.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-6102100046961100845?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/6102100046961100845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=6102100046961100845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/6102100046961100845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/6102100046961100845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2007/12/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R1U_VWPI-VI/AAAAAAAAADI/1GcyiEnk5Q4/s72-c/forgiveness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-8007600499314405622</id><published>2007-12-03T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:52.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Write</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R1PMMGPI-TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/gNJwbJm3Hw0/s1600-R/write.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139676107964479794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R1PMMGPI-TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JYdHC82tyg4/s200/write.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I caught myself writing lately. Perhaps am trying to remember the things that I went through this year. Now that i've aged... i tend to be forgetful. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E shares some of her favourite quotes today.. thought i may paste it here so i'll be able to remember what some of my friends shared...probably some of them may apply to what you are facing today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"If you do not wish to be prone to anger, do not feed the habit; give it nothing which may tend to its increase."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you were."--Cherie Carter-Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"It’s not about you. The purpose of your life is far greater than you own personal fulfillment, your peace of mind, or even your happiness. It’s far greater than your family, your career, or even your wildest dreams and ambitions. If you want to know why you were placed on this planet, you must begin with God. You were made by God and for God, and until you understand that, life will not make sense." --Rick Warren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Rick Warren's quotes best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-8007600499314405622?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/8007600499314405622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=8007600499314405622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/8007600499314405622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/8007600499314405622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2007/12/write.html' title='Write'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R1PMMGPI-TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JYdHC82tyg4/s72-c/write.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-6799406672077472789</id><published>2007-12-02T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:52.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to JW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R1OhrGPI-SI/AAAAAAAAACw/_mH-k25l2uQ/s1600-R/rest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139629361540430114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="201" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R1OhrGPI-SI/AAAAAAAAACw/Z7BZZb-PF0E/s320/rest.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Going back JW for service on a Sunday felt good. Feels like home :) Brought back the good old memories when He brought me back in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also the first time that am serving in Chinese service. Something new. Nice experience. More to discover. Realised there are many things to take note of. To coordinate at the same time while worshipping and praising.. generally am happy to be given this opportunity. To find out more what it means to be serving Him. To find out what am able to do. To be stretched.. to expand my capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the msg by Pastor Kong today.. on Confidence. Not on self confidence. But the confidence that comes from what you believe in what God had said. He talks about Christians.. no matter how talented and creative they are, if they are detached from God.. they will never bear the kind of fruit that God wants them to. It is an absolute necessity to be connected to Him. (John 15 v4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goes on talking about having Fear. It makes it much easier for us to blame others for our own failures. Yes it is. But i do think there is this fear of being the Greatest too. Fear that you would be able to achieve more than you could think of. Why is it so when we all knew that we are more than conquerors in Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we being shaped to be small-minded? And we tend to think God is small at times.. (Sorry Father, I confess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that this isn't what He intended when He had me in mind :) I'll move to a greater 2008 with the Confidence!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-6799406672077472789?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/6799406672077472789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=6799406672077472789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/6799406672077472789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/6799406672077472789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2007/12/going-back-jw-for-service-today-on.html' title='Back to JW'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R1OhrGPI-SI/AAAAAAAAACw/Z7BZZb-PF0E/s72-c/rest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-6881544007304432849</id><published>2007-11-29T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:41:58.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seed Sower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning while i was walking to work, was listening to the podcast of Joyce Meyer's message on Actions and Consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was talking about where do you sow your seeds to - the flesh or the spirit? She goes on talking about sowing to the spirit reaps life, on how you choose to set things right eventhough ppl exasperates you.. choose to de-focus on the negative side. By sowing to the flesh, will lead to destruction.. destroying your relationship as well as yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most people would think by sowing to ONE right choice, they will EXPECT many things to fall into place. How true is that? There are no shortcuts. And you just have to keep sowing right.. and it goes on... whether or not you've seen the results. Long suffering. Endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E was talking about this... and mentioned this.. "sowing does not mean reaping in my own terms"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes sense. I mean most of us would not like to admit this.. but yeah.. that leaves a thought for me today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-6881544007304432849?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/6881544007304432849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=6881544007304432849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/6881544007304432849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/6881544007304432849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2007/11/seed-sower.html' title='Seed Sower'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-3164172179691341786</id><published>2007-11-26T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:52.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R00LhLza2rI/AAAAAAAAACk/Jof6qy_SYc4/s1600-h/thanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137775414631652018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R00LhLza2rI/AAAAAAAAACk/Jof6qy_SYc4/s200/thanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Today was my first day of class for my 2nd semester. After 3 weeks of break (how it flies!), its yet another term of challenges. Ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Gotten my results.. finally! THANK GOD for everything :) Scored 3 Bs and 1 A for my 4 subjects and its really hard work. Phew.. the effort and time which i've sowed are not returned void. So happy and grateful to Him who has given me the strength to pull through. Its funny that as we looked back now and hey... We've made it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Am believing for yet another great term, and more terms to come.. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-3164172179691341786?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/3164172179691341786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=3164172179691341786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/3164172179691341786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/3164172179691341786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2007/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/R00LhLza2rI/AAAAAAAAACk/Jof6qy_SYc4/s72-c/thanks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-4433024217536911094</id><published>2007-08-19T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:53.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration with my Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104900105592906626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/Rtg_mV-4I4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/kiekUlP4Mgg/s200/IMG_0554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me! Yup, my 25th Birthday.. sigh. How time flies. Alright.. below are my friends who are celebrating for me. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104900986061202322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/RthAZl-4I5I/AAAAAAAAACE/c2XkPsl3_6I/s200/IMG_0566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;From left to right is Jiahui, Connie, Myself and Cheryl :)) More than 10 yrs of friendship still..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104902167177208738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/RthBeV-4I6I/AAAAAAAAACM/DIc1hwsUjMQ/s200/IMG_0561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Singing birthday song .. lalalala... lalalala..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104903485732168642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/RthCrF-4I8I/AAAAAAAAACc/8ozwhe3_Hls/s200/IMG_0572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, we were all trying to act cute.. hahaha not many years left to "act" cute though.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750982759227647206-4433024217536911094?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/4433024217536911094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=4433024217536911094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/4433024217536911094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/4433024217536911094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2007/08/celebration-with-my-friends.html' title='Celebration with my Friends'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/Rtg_mV-4I4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/kiekUlP4Mgg/s72-c/IMG_0554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750982759227647206.post-3364143901419693748</id><published>2007-05-06T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:53:54.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/Rj8TT-NDBWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/m0imsm9XVAQ/s1600-h/0040130001733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061785740023891298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/Rj8TT-NDBWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/m0imsm9XVAQ/s400/0040130001733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A personal blog which also features my handmade goodies. Hope you are able to find something you like here :) Any queries, feel free to drop me a mail at &lt;a href="mailto:katsuchi82@yahoo.com"&gt;katsuchi82@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; or leave your comments. :)&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/5750982759227647206-3364143901419693748?l=mitoca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/feeds/3364143901419693748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5750982759227647206&amp;postID=3364143901419693748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/3364143901419693748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750982759227647206/posts/default/3364143901419693748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoca.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post'/><author><name>Daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05553574718057419933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8Idvj1w6Qg/Rj8TT-NDBWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/m0imsm9XVAQ/s72-c/0040130001733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
