<?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-18304685</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:49:25.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Trial, Every Difficulties. Blessed be YOUR NAME</title><subtitle type='html'>Be Joyful Always; Pray Continually; give thanks in All Circumstances, for this is GOD'S Will for you in Christ Jesus. Do Not Put Out the SPIRIT's FIRE.


(1 Thessalonians 5: 16 - 19)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-5576904599610731836</id><published>2009-09-01T00:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:41:20.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is our great God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would like to apologize to all my readers that I've not been updating my blog. Anyway I would like to Thank God for sending different people and different prayers in my life that touches my life and help me to continue to move on in his ministry that I'm in. Specially those youth who care and love me, for who I am and what I have in my life. And not to forget those who already left for further studies and supervisors and pastors and leaders of my church. Thanks you and I appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my life have been changed after half a year struggling. Although most of our life we are covered by lots of dark smoke which cause us blind, disappointed, being judge, being rejected, unable to trust, unable to love, hurts, insecurity about our future,uncertainty about our love relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would like to share my testimony that I've been through recently. This is how I felt about what I've mention above. My life is in chaos, I have not consistently building a good relationship with God. What a shameful answer for those who would like to question my daily devotion as an example of a supervisor, leader and church staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been continue striking and fall and run away and heart harden from this relationship with God. Even though my body is in the church mostly everyday but my heart is far away from God. What is the meaning of continue to stay as a church worker? What I'm doing here? Why I want to trouble my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a friend also a leader of mine, pass me a copied of book entitled "Power of Praise" this is how I started seeing God change the way I think after reading it and allow me to be test and continue to move me forward naturally. God help me to overcome this struggle through this book, through continue helping people, continue going to young adult cell group and continue to serve, continue to build relationship with others and being prayed and minister by intercessors during last Saturday night Service. God used me and spoke to me. I want to Praise Him and He is indeed Good to me and every human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking We as a supervisor, leader, church worker and missionary, how much effort we have place upon those who we need to nurture, we need to follow up, and love. How many ways we've tried a to help them or we've cried over night and day when we would not know what to do, so that they can experience our Great God. I've try many ways to find answer and to asking question and counseling and meet people for just to have close relationship with my God. But being a christian for 16 years. I still don know how to solve this problem which hidden me for so long. And I believe is not just my problem, in fact most of the christian face this situation as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I've found the answer for myself, the reason why I've failed. It's because I do not know who my God is. When bad things happen what is my first respond? I will use my own understanding to deal with the situation, or I will panic and just ask God why this happen, or I will just ask people around me to solve the problem or share with Friends but not Praising God and Praying to Him and I might not know Who my God is. Just like you know Michael Jackson but you don't really know him personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lazy and proud christian, not that I've show my laziness in work or not being responsible or tying to show off my stuff or being proud when I've success. But in fact this apply to my trust and honor and allow God to intervene in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from this book it filled with testimony, people that praised God finds healing and ministered and the reason why we should praise God. After I've read this Book, I apply it in my life. When bad things happen, such as having judgmental or conflict with my college, which is a negative ways of seeing this person. I started to praise God for placing this person in my life, I thank God for this person's good personalities, and I give thanks for placing this person to bless others and ask God to continue to bless this person more and ask God to use this person mightily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course God will look into our heart and see is this what you really mean? Well this is what I've been reflect the child's faith in the Bible. Children are pure and narrow minded. So I've learned to be a child, I don think about the person's weakness or what the person have done or the history or whatsoever that stop me praise God. And I just praise God sincerely for the good side of this person and I really mean what I've prayed. Then what happen is the next day, this person suddenly share that their problem have been solved and they're so blessed to see what God has done in their life. And I'm happy because of their Joy. Even though I didnt specify or mention what are the problems I want God to change in this person's life. But God already know how to move according to His own ways. So the more I praise God for the person with prayers. The more I know God. The more I recognize God's character. Not just  knowing God from the bible but  I've experience His Greatness and Lordship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess, This is what I wanted to share. Life is a choice. I've make a choice to allow God to clean my mess and also remind myself to walk with God. Not faster than Him or slower than Him but just walk beside Him and see what is my God trying to do. And recently I see God in me and He is here with me. Praise God and Glory to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to encourage brother and sister in Christ. Try and change our attitude towards our relationship with God. and make sure we have the consistency of praising Him listen to worship songs that encourage use to draw near to God and watch testimony and others christian materials that you are comfortable with. Surely we able to see our life changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a good song plus preaching from Pastor Jaeson Ma. The album "LOVE" &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73kZ6wBoqTk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73kZ6wBoqTk&lt;/a&gt;  I hope this song may stir your hearts to God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-5576904599610731836?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5576904599610731836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=5576904599610731836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/5576904599610731836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/5576904599610731836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-our-great-god.html' title='This is our great God'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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-18304685.post-1611788426933753868</id><published>2009-07-16T19:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:46:37.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cult Religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Just wanted to share what I've read through in Wikipedia throughout some research of Cult churches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Providence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; is a new religious movement founded by convicted rapist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jung Myung Seok&lt;/span&gt; around 1980. It is widely referred to by the media as a cult, and most of its publicity comes from reports related to its founder's sexual abuses against its female followers.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Other names for the religion include &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Jesus Morning Star (JMS)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;(most known name in South Korea)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Christian Gospel Mission (CGM, official name in South Korea)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Setsuri(means 'providence' in Japanese),&lt;/span&gt; International Christian Association (ICA), Morning Star Church, The Bright Moon Church, Ae-chun Church, Young-dong Church, Nak-seong-dae Church, and Seoul Church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Providence members also run various Providence secular organisations for recruitment purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Jung Myung Seok believes he has come to finish the incomplete message and mission of Jesus Christ, asserting that he is the Messiah and has the responsibility to save all mankind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; He claims that the Christian doctrine of resurrection is false but that people can be saved through Jung Myung Seok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Critics say Jung Myung Seok's teachings pretty clearly derived from the Unification church. The main differences is that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it identifies Jung Myung Seok as the Messiah (rather than Sun Myung Moon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it teaches that original sin, originating in Eve's intercourse with Satan, can be defeated by intercourse with the Savior (Jung Myung Seok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Marriages must be approved by Jung, and both partners must have been in Providence for at least 3 years, read the Bible 3 times, and recruited 3 members according to former members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/Sl8NBnxyAII/AAAAAAAAAG0/kbNdj4N9QNE/s1600-h/Joshua+Jung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/Sl8NBnxyAII/AAAAAAAAAG0/kbNdj4N9QNE/s320/Joshua+Jung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359016403102990466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Jung Myung-Seok&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;(born 17 Feb 1945) is a South Korean self-proclaimed messiah and leader of a religious group called Providence. He is also known by the names of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Joshua Jung&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;, Joshua Lee Jung, Joshua Lee, and JMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jung originally fled Korea in 1999 after rape accusations surfaced and was officially charged in 2001. After nearly 9 years on the run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Jung was finally captured by Chinese police in May 2007. Besides rape, Jung has also been charged of fraud, sexual abuse, and embezzlement.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;In January 2008, the Supreme Court of South Korea found that Jung forced two female followers to have sex with him as part of a religious purification ritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; In August 2008, Jung was convicted of raping five of his followers and sentenced to six years imprisonment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; In April 2009, the Supreme court of South Korea sentenced him of a 10 years imprisonment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For more information please go to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Providence_%28religion%29"&gt;Providence-Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jung_Myung_Seok"&gt;Jung Myung Seok-Wikipedia &lt;/a&gt;or &lt;a href="http://jmscult.com/"&gt;www.jmscult.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-1611788426933753868?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1611788426933753868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=1611788426933753868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/1611788426933753868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/1611788426933753868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2009/07/cult.html' title='Cult Religion'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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/_WQU4uKx3bYs/Sl8NBnxyAII/AAAAAAAAAG0/kbNdj4N9QNE/s72-c/Joshua+Jung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-4364459620941435738</id><published>2009-06-26T09:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:04:19.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SkQrP2-kfCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5hX55NmmL0c/s1600-h/ra832325555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SkQrP2-kfCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5hX55NmmL0c/s320/ra832325555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351449808678976546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the morning of June 25, 2009, Jackson reportedly collapsed at a home he was renting in west&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles Fire Department paramedics responded to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;911&lt;/span&gt; call at 12:21 pm local&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (Pacific) time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and arrived at 12:30 pm. Jackson was reportedly not breathing and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; CPR was quickly performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; He fell into a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; coma and died shortly after being rushed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;UCLA Medical Center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The cause of death is reported to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cadiac arrest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Jackson was pronounced dead at about 2:26 pm local time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there is no evidence of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_Angeles_Police_Department" title="Los Angeles Police Department"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; criminality, Los Angeles Police Department detectives have opened an investigation into his death.&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;autopsy is said to be scheduled for&lt;br /&gt;Friday, June 26, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-4364459620941435738?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4364459620941435738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=4364459620941435738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/4364459620941435738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/4364459620941435738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html' title='RIP Michael Jackson'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SkQrP2-kfCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5hX55NmmL0c/s72-c/ra832325555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-7009143892291516486</id><published>2009-04-09T08:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:53:21.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being who we are – the Origin of God’s Creation      </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-weight: bold;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CST9041%7E1.PAT%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These few months, I’ve caught into &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;emotional wilderness&lt;/span&gt;. I’m so disappointed with the people in my ministry. I found myself close up and argue the point of view that I’ve seen. Facing those people with judgmental spirit, teach them they never learn and even think they know a lot, like to make conclusion about my personality, talk those words that are hurtful, always convince me to walk with them. Those words are no encouraging and make me felt unacceptable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I felt so frustrated, unloved, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;no passion&lt;/span&gt;, no motivation. I try to run away and I plan to leave but then another new responsibility came. Asking myself when I should leave and asking myself what have I contributed through out the years, asking questions but seems no answer and no good feedback from myself. I have done so much but&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; seem all in vain&lt;/span&gt;. What a sad experience. In my life filled with all those negative thoughts, emotion sadness and fighting with God. I said to myself that I will not obey Him and I will try my best not to listen to Him. I want to complaints, I want to fight, I want to leave and I don’t like myself, reject myself, don bother about myself and just let it be, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;who will cares? Who will accept me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel so &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;shameful &lt;/span&gt;about myself after I step back and look at those people who hurt me recently. I just can’t believe my eyes as I evaluated them which some of their deeds is like me!! Very hard to communicate, and even don feel like building relationship with them. I felt so shameful to talk about my past. Past time I didn’t see it, but now God open my eyes to face &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;my cruel inner man&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I was in the adult cell group just now, we need to answer the question that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;asking me to share my joy of following Jesus&lt;/span&gt;. I remain with a frustration feeling and felt reluctant to share. Then I’ve been call to share, and finally I answered. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I remember when I’m 12 years old, I always rely on Jesus, and through the sensitivity I’ve received from God, I’ll use it to pray and to share the Gospel to others, and seeing their respond, I can see their heart filled with happiness and felt blessed and sometimes healing happen.&lt;/span&gt; That’s where my&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; joy&lt;/span&gt; is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I went back, and I look at myself now, I’ve lost my first love to Him and I’ve lost my Joy, lost my trust towards Him, lost my confidence in Him and I seems so empty. The question &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;“Joy”&lt;/span&gt; kept ringing in my mind. I keep asking the Lord what is happening to me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then an answer came asking me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;why can’t you just be who you are?&lt;/span&gt; The old you, who are innocent, simple and pure, humble, willing to learn and fully trust and rely on Jesus. And I ask &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;what do this mean?&lt;/span&gt; The answer is don’t try to be others or admire being others, but be yourself. The origin personality of me that God purposely created. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Accept who I am.&lt;/span&gt; For the origin that God has given me will lead me to His purpose about whom I am in the future and why God created me like that. I think I’ve started to move towards a bright side. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The origin in me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-7009143892291516486?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7009143892291516486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=7009143892291516486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/7009143892291516486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/7009143892291516486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-who-we-are-origin-of-gods.html' title='Being who we are – the Origin of God’s Creation      '/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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-18304685.post-7203228950620215969</id><published>2009-03-31T16:33:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:41:28.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coolest Christian Song I admire ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SdHbS8ZgCEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_DAJkOqc0r4/s1600-h/BarlowGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SdHbS8ZgCEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_DAJkOqc0r4/s320/BarlowGirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319273753398478914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;BARLOW Girl !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do visit her website&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barlowgirl.com/index.htm"&gt;http://www.barlowgirl.com/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or Watch their MV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Never Alone)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tangle.com/view_video.php?viewkey=376fe90a62abaaedecc2"&gt;http://www.tangle.com/view_video.php?viewkey=376fe90a62abaaedecc2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Nice Song...EMO Christian Song!! Good !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A bit of their profile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BarlowGirl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;is an American Christian rock - CCM band from Elgin, Illinois.  The band is composed of sisters &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Alyssa Barlow&lt;/span&gt; (lead vocals, bass, keyboard), &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Becca Barlow&lt;/span&gt; (backing vocals, guitar), and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lauren Barlow&lt;/span&gt;  (lead vocals, drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEXT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SdHeylJYMDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PZ6SAU4vf14/s1600-h/Toby+Mac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SdHeylJYMDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PZ6SAU4vf14/s320/Toby+Mac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319277595447537714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;                                                                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;TOBY Mac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Do watch his MV. Very nice song. (Lose My Soul)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tangle.com/view_video.php?viewkey=fe90b530a0b632a409ad"&gt;http://www.tangle.com/view_video.php?viewkey=fe90b530a0b632a409ad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;or Visit his website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tobymac.com/"&gt;http://www.tobymac.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Him !! ?? GENG Lo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;is a Grammy Award winning artist, producer, and songwriter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-7203228950620215969?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7203228950620215969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=7203228950620215969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/7203228950620215969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/7203228950620215969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2009/03/coolest-christian-song-i-admire.html' title='The Coolest Christian Song I admire ...'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SdHbS8ZgCEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_DAJkOqc0r4/s72-c/BarlowGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-3108862264502109154</id><published>2009-01-18T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:39:52.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's cool to know this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If the emotional desire for another man is primarily a symptom of the failure to develop a strong masculine identity, then a man's unconscious desire to assume manhood of another male may be more important than the sexual act. The goal of therapy in such cases is to help the client understand the various causes of his feelings and to strengthen his masculine identity. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-3108862264502109154?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3108862264502109154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=3108862264502109154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/3108862264502109154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/3108862264502109154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-cool-to-know-this.html' title='It&apos;s cool to know this'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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-18304685.post-3588485810192678879</id><published>2009-01-13T08:44:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:18:48.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singer / Songwriter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWvtQA6li-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/LlfU6OTjiYY/s1600-h/er.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWvtQA6li-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/LlfU6OTjiYY/s320/er.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290583046656199650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                          &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brookefraser.com/"&gt;www.brookefraser.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;She was born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 15 December 1983 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and raised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; in Wellington,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; New Zealand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Brooke is the eldest of the three children among her siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;She studied piano from the age of seven, began writing songs at 12, played clarinet very averagely from 13, and at 15 got sick of writing slow piano ballads and playing "Baby Elephant Walk" in the school concert band, so taught herself the acoustic guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Active Year - 2002 - Present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Label             - Sony Music Entertainment New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Charity Work - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Fraser has been a World Vision Artist Associate since 2001. She has visited Cambodia and Tanzania with World Vision, the Philippines with Opportunity International and independently traveled to Rwanda in June 2005, in June 2006 as part of charity event "Hope Rwanda", and in May 2007 when she filmed the music video for the song "Albertine". In 2006 she, along with Petra Bagust and Tau from Spacifix, appeared advertising the World Vision 40 Hour Famine; an event which raises funds for children in third world Countries She also sponsors a number of children through World Vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NZ MUSIC AWARDS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2004 – Best Female Solo Artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2004 – Breakthrough Artist of the Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2007 – Highest Selling Album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(Albertine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2007 – Airplay Record of the Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRA AWARDS&lt;br /&gt;(Australian Performing Right Association) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2004 – Most Played Composition in NZ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(“Better”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2007 – Most Played Composition in NZ &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(“Deciphering Me”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2007 -  The APRA Silver Scroll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(“Albertine”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;She is also one of the principal worship leaders of the Christian worship band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; Hillsong United and, more recently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Hillsong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;After the success of her first album, Fraser moved to Sydney, where she has lived for four years. She commutes to the U.S. for touring. Fraser attends ;Hillsong Church she is a worship leader and collaborator on the Hillsong United series of worship albums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;She is a Christian, and much of her lyrical content indicates this, as well as her continued participation in Christian and church events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;.On March 17th 2008 she married musician Scott Ligertwood in Sydney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Songs with Hillsong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Songs written or co-written by &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Brooke Fraser&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hillsong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hillsong United&lt;/span&gt; include:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_We_Stand_%28Hillsong_United_album%29" title="United We Stand (Hillsong United album)"&gt;United We Stand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (2006) &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"None But Jesus"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Revolution" with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scott_Ligertwood" title="Scott Ligertwood"&gt;Scott Ligertwood&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joel_Houston" title="Joel Houston"&gt;Joel Houston&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marty_Sampson" title="Marty Sampson"&gt;Marty Sampson&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Guy_Chislett" title="Michael Guy Chislett"&gt;Michael Guy Chislett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mighty_to_Save" title="Mighty to Save"&gt;Mighty to Save&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (2006) &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"None But Jesus"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_of_the_Above_%28Hillsong_United_album%29" title="All of the Above (Hillsong United album)"&gt;All of the Above&lt;/a&gt; (2007)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Lead Me To The Cross"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Hosanna"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saviour_King" title="Saviour King"&gt;Saviour King&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (2007) &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Hosanna"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Lord Of Lords"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_I_Heart_Revolution:_With_Hearts_as_One" title="The I Heart Revolution: With Hearts as One"&gt;The I Heart Revolution: With Hearts as One&lt;/a&gt; (2008)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You'll Come"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Hosanna"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"None But Jesus"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/This_Is_Our_God" title="This Is Our God"&gt;This Is Our God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (2008) &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Desert Song"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You'll Come"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-3588485810192678879?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3588485810192678879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=3588485810192678879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/3588485810192678879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/3588485810192678879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/singer-songwriter-brooke-fraser.html' title='Singer / Songwriter'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWvtQA6li-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/LlfU6OTjiYY/s72-c/er.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-4546981105822914978</id><published>2009-01-11T21:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:10:38.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friends Are Essential in Our Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWn9v2zPAkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/u9yMjcKTpLA/s1600-h/6990_computer_cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWn9v2zPAkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/u9yMjcKTpLA/s200/6990_computer_cartoon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290038235929444930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyond a doubt, we must know and remember that true friends can and will improve our lives. A friend is usually someone you are not related to by either birth, marriage or from any legal ties that bind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, a friend may be a casual, close, best, realist, nurturer, motivator or role model friend. But some friends will be more than just a close or role model friend, for example, and may even be a nurturing and best friend as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever kind or category of friend someone has, if the person is a true friend, then there are some distinctive good reasons why real friends are important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Real friends can be a source of self-esteem, affection, and good times. In times of despair, for example, true friends will offer hope. The right friends can help someone feel worthwhile. Real friends are even known to significantly assist a friend get elected a class or student president, and even the President of a country. Some of us will remember that school, work, parenting, and senior citizen life are better and more fun when shared with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the friendship to be real, some factors are necessary and must be present in true friendship. Some of the factors are honesty, faithfulness, similar religion and culture, loyalty, being a good listener, love, having ideas in common, and to a lesser extent, age and intelligence. Now these are all characteristics that can be acquired and practiced in a very sincere manner to enhance a current friendship-relation and also to gain additional friends.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But there are other reasons why real friends are essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are important to even happy people or married couples. Friendship affirms and validates in a more distinctive way than even the positive romantic or blood tie. We must be very aware that real friendship is vital throughout life. But you can quickly discover real and good friends when you are down or when you require their assistance the most. Why? Because a real friend will not desert you when you are down, and will not turn against you in jealousy, for example, when you succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-4546981105822914978?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4546981105822914978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=4546981105822914978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/4546981105822914978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/4546981105822914978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/true-friends-are-essential-in-our-life.html' title='True Friends Are Essential in Our Life'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWn9v2zPAkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/u9yMjcKTpLA/s72-c/6990_computer_cartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-4607637598536710114</id><published>2009-01-09T14:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:20:07.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting Personal Boundaries - protecting self</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWcGA1zsXcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/arnX7pPFBq4/s1600-h/boundaries08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWcGA1zsXcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/arnX7pPFBq4/s320/boundaries08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289202898883599810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 204);"&gt;"The purpose of having boundaries is to protect and take care of ourselves.  We need to be able to tell other people when they are acting in ways that are not acceptable to us.  A first step is starting to know that we have a right to protect and defend ourselves.  That we have not only the right, but the duty to take responsibility for how we allow others to treat us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"It is important to state our feelings out loud, and to precede the feeling with "I feel."  (When we say "I am angry, I'm hurt, etc." we are stating that the feeling is who we are.  Emotions do not define us, they are a form of internal communication that help us to understand ourselves.  They are a vital part of our being - as a component of the whole.)  This is owning the feeling.  It is important to do for ourselves.  By stating the feeling out loud we are affirming that we have a right to feelings.&lt;/span&gt;  We are affirming it to ourselves - and taking responsibility for owning ourselves and our reality.  Rather the other person can hear us and understand is not as important as hearing ourselves and understanding that we have a right to our feelings.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It is vitally important to own our own voice.  To own our right to speak up for ourselves."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;"Setting boundaries is not a more sophisticated way of manipulation - although some people will say they are setting boundaries, when in fact they are attempting to manipulate.  The difference between setting a boundary in a healthy way and manipulating is: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;when we set a boundary we let go of the outcome.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It is impossible to have a healthy relationship with someone who has no boundaries, with someone who cannot communicate directly, and honestly.  Learning how to set boundaries is a necessary step in learning to be a friend to ourselves.  It is our responsibility to take care of ourselves - to protect ourselves when it is necessary.  It is impossible to learn to be Loving to ourselves without owning our self - and owning our rights and responsibilities as co-creators of our lives."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-4607637598536710114?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4607637598536710114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=4607637598536710114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/4607637598536710114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/4607637598536710114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/setting-personal-boundaries-protecting.html' title='Setting Personal Boundaries - protecting self'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWcGA1zsXcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/arnX7pPFBq4/s72-c/boundaries08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-773905761051024840</id><published>2009-01-08T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:13:56.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yup!! am I too fast to greet everyone? heheh hopefully not. As u see most shop already decorated with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Red &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Gold&lt;/span&gt; thingy. They also started selling RED colour Clothing!! You can see and hear from TV &amp;amp; Radio they showing the advertising of CNY album and gifts. Look at our church, u can see some deco too. Not bad, seems like most people are very excited for the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I wanted to wish you all !! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR 2009&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWYl22Jh79I/AAAAAAAAAEU/QEoLZl_3jR0/s1600-h/fff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWYl22Jh79I/AAAAAAAAAEU/QEoLZl_3jR0/s320/fff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288956436571877330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-773905761051024840?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/773905761051024840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=773905761051024840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/773905761051024840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/773905761051024840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWYl22Jh79I/AAAAAAAAAEU/QEoLZl_3jR0/s72-c/fff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-7142310355963234497</id><published>2009-01-05T20:27:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:27:56.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last few days of 2008.</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:usefelayout/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:SimSun; 	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-alt:宋体; 	mso-font-charset:134; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"\@SimSun"; 	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; 	mso-font-charset:134; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;K, I have to update my blog before some people keep nudge me to do so. K. if you want to know what have I been doing during Christmas eve and Christmas day. Please go to my link and click SUPERWOMEN. She will be able to tell u what I have done during Christmas. Look for 24th DEC 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:place&gt; trip on 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; &amp;amp; 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; from Yatch club. What are we doing there? Of course Scrubber Diving. The second day I’m the only one who woke up at 5am, vomited few times and poop poop more than 10 times. It’s really painful do u know that? Hahhaa. Anyway it’s a good experience. At least I know what I should do next time!! Bring medicine where ever u go. Most important medicine, especially outstation use Panadol, Gastric, Lomotil, Maxolon, Buscopan &amp;amp; lastly Oral Rehydration Salts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other than the best of this sickness, as we go back along the sea, we see TAWAU but we cant reach there because the fellow didn’t check their petrol. Our boat has run out of petrol. That day is the exact public holiday, no one is working. We have to wait for rescue, they thought of 999, calling ship and others. We saw Tarakan ferry, Titanic ship, fishing boat but no one come to save us. So everyone call their friends and family to ask for a boat to come. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then after an hour suddenly they found an extra petrol tank inside the boat. Nuts!! Why don’t they check earlier?? Never mind, as we almost reach, we saw Gabriel Wong, Justina Wong &amp;amp; Grace Wong!! They seems like having BBQ. They look so enjoyable and fun. So I screamed just to be friendly but they didn’t hear me so I screamed again. But they are like HUH!! Who call us?? OH it’s from Heaven?? Oh No!! Waited for so long, they’ve no respond and seems like didn’t see me. Haih!! WHAT IS THIS!!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At the end my friends went back happily but as for me…continue going in and out of the toilet to lose some weight!!! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HAH!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok this is not what u want to listen. Em…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been hanging out with Faustina, Jane, Lo Siaw Wei, Adeline Chung, and some other Gila Gila group!! I really enjoy being a crazy person! Heheh!! BYE BYE!! Missionary!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh this is not what u wants to listen as well. ….EM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;U want some photo?? Em.. I just show u some La!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Whao!!! Cool!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWIEXHWSteI/AAAAAAAAAEM/c8TsAM8GCtQ/s1600-h/nanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWIEXHWSteI/AAAAAAAAAEM/c8TsAM8GCtQ/s320/nanna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287793707642435042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;           This is the Guys Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWH_UbSMuUI/AAAAAAAAADs/Jntu99vEMEQ/s1600-h/gyas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWH_UbSMuUI/AAAAAAAAADs/Jntu99vEMEQ/s320/gyas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287788163896228162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;     Another group photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWH_2p1tCxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UAdSCYpaNRM/s1600-h/wh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWH_2p1tCxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UAdSCYpaNRM/s320/wh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287788751918795538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wind Gambling!!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       &lt;/span&gt;                                                     &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOOK!! the View behind!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWICupmfKsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9npSesckVLI/s1600-h/ma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWICupmfKsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9npSesckVLI/s320/ma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287791912950901442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWIArMYw70I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hpTbHNZLsYE/s1600-h/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWIArMYw70I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hpTbHNZLsYE/s320/view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287789654545854274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;That's &lt;/span&gt;All &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;NOW !&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; TATA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWIArMYw70I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hpTbHNZLsYE/s1600-h/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWICupmfKsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9npSesckVLI/s1600-h/ma.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-7142310355963234497?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/7142310355963234497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=7142310355963234497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/7142310355963234497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/7142310355963234497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-last-few-days-of-2008.html' title='My last few days of 2008.'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SWIEXHWSteI/AAAAAAAAAEM/c8TsAM8GCtQ/s72-c/nanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-342440634076441564</id><published>2008-12-26T23:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:07:55.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Youth ThanksGiving Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just now we have a special Christmas dinner for all the English Youth Supervisor, Leaders &amp;amp; Interns at Roy Chew's house. We have a very very Nice Dinner &amp;amp; Refreshment (CHEESE CAKE). Thanks to Auntie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Follow by Ice-Breaker led by EX English Youth - Senior Citizens  ( Roy Chew, Adeline Chung, Lo Siaw Wei, Luke Tan, Kim Loong).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was quite fun and this is the first time we having it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would like to thank God finally we have successfully did our best for the Lord's ministry in year 2008. Specially thank those English Youth Supervisor, Leaders &amp;amp; Interns for their effort and sacrificial times to do their preparation, equipping &amp;amp; many more, just to make sure the whole things work out fine and in order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's great to serve the Lord with Different People.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As a show of appreciation all our Supervisors, Leaders &amp;amp; Interns will get a SPECIAL EDITION Notebook with their own name printed at the cover page. COOL YO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;                              We&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; it so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SVT_MEuq_XI/AAAAAAAAADU/LZZ1CJBPBAs/s1600-h/Picture1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SVT_MEuq_XI/AAAAAAAAADU/LZZ1CJBPBAs/s400/Picture1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284128845705444722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Q&amp;amp;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why the design of this book is Black Colour? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the inspiration from the movie DEATH NOTE which show unique &amp;amp; cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hy put all the photos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the remembrance of people who sweat for the Lord in 2008 and to show belonging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Why printed with names? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know our handwriting is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;poor!&lt;/span&gt; so please don't ruin the nice design!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why listed with ten commandments? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Auntie Annie Chai's Idea after going through START RIGHT book&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; in youth cells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why inside all Blank papers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's because I found out our Leaders &amp;amp; lnterns don't like to write notes, they like to draw notes with pictures. Look at the bulletin!! Look at their Books!! How? ask them !! very beautiful &amp;amp; Creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-342440634076441564?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/342440634076441564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=342440634076441564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/342440634076441564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/342440634076441564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/english-youth-thanks-giving-gifts.html' title='English Youth ThanksGiving Gifts'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SVT_MEuq_XI/AAAAAAAAADU/LZZ1CJBPBAs/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-6879481935303279139</id><published>2008-12-26T00:25:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:56:52.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my inspiration has Gone??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SVO5ZB3rnTI/AAAAAAAAADM/UM-MvHDweiM/s1600-h/249246006_4c62213831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SVO5ZB3rnTI/AAAAAAAAADM/UM-MvHDweiM/s400/249246006_4c62213831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283770627485572402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No inspiration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No inspiration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No inspiration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No inspiration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No inspiration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No inspiration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No inspiration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Entertainment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No inspiration, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No inspiration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Life is boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Inspiration!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO LIFE !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I live with Inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-6879481935303279139?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/6879481935303279139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=6879481935303279139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/6879481935303279139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/6879481935303279139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/wheres-my-inspirations-have-gone.html' title='Where&apos;s my inspiration has Gone??'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SVO5ZB3rnTI/AAAAAAAAADM/UM-MvHDweiM/s72-c/249246006_4c62213831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-5709855755638378865</id><published>2008-12-24T14:25:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:06:29.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all my Frenz, Youth Cell members, Family, Supervisor &amp; Pastors!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; 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width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SVHawmQYvHI/AAAAAAAAACk/lYv3B0C4RzY/s400/332361550_7522d33692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283244366320155762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-5709855755638378865?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/5709855755638378865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=5709855755638378865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/5709855755638378865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/5709855755638378865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-all-my-frenz-youth-cell-members.html' title='To all my Frenz, Youth Cell members, Family, Supervisor &amp; Pastors!!!'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SVHawmQYvHI/AAAAAAAAACk/lYv3B0C4RzY/s72-c/332361550_7522d33692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-3615214032922486508</id><published>2008-12-21T13:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T13:41:37.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Have some Fun Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SU3VkCtGzqI/AAAAAAAAACE/Qr2Mz-pIOKM/s1600-h/quiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SU3VkCtGzqI/AAAAAAAAACE/Qr2Mz-pIOKM/s400/quiz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282112753153527458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Quiz 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A murderer is condemned to death. He has to choose between three rooms. The first is full of raging fires, the second is full of assassins with loaded guns, and the third is full of lions that haven't eaten in 3 years. Which room is safest for him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiz 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A woman shoots her husband. Then she holds him under water for over 5 minutes. Finally, she hangs him. But 5 minutes later they both go out together and enjoy a wonderful dinner together. How can this be?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiz 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are two plastic jugs filled with water. How could you put all of this water into a barrel, without using the jugs or any dividers, and still tell which water came from which jug? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiz 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and gray when you throw it away? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiz 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you name three consecutive days without using the words Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiz 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is an unusual paragraph. I'm curious how quickly you can find out what is so unusual about it. It looks so plain you would think nothing was wrong with it. In fact, nothing is wrong with it! It is unusual though. Study it, and think about it, but you still may not find anything odd. But if you work at it a bit, you might find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;* The Correct Answer for each Quiz will be post at the "COMMENTS" below. Enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-3615214032922486508?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3615214032922486508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=3615214032922486508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/3615214032922486508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/3615214032922486508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-have-some-fun-quiz.html' title='Let&apos;s Have some Fun Quiz'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SU3VkCtGzqI/AAAAAAAAACE/Qr2Mz-pIOKM/s72-c/quiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-8836536068665385411</id><published>2008-12-19T18:56:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:10:10.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding Men - Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SUuOE1ZHRBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8OjGaPOO3so/s1600-h/no_jokes_please.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SUuOE1ZHRBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8OjGaPOO3so/s400/no_jokes_please.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281471201725072402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;st- Fishy as the Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A Thinker asked:&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;div class="content"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My boyfriend wants to go to a nude beach. The thing is, this beach is for gay men. I asked him why he wants to go there and he said, "Being nude would be fun -- and besides, I'd only want to go there with you!" Do you think he's gay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="intro"&gt;A Mr. Married Guy answered:&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="content"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sounds real fishy -- as fishy as the sea! Most straight guys wouldn't be interested in going there unless there were nude WOMEN! Seems like he's trying to convince himself he's not gay. I'd be careful about getting emotionally attached to him. If he really is gay, he'll either leave you -- or he'll live a double life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="intro"&gt;A Life of the Party answered:&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="content"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You're over-reacting, hot stuff. I love going to gay nude beaches with my lady. I do it because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I don't want straight guys hitting on her all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;nd - My Wife's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A man asked his wife what she'd like for her birthday.  "I'd love to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; be eight again." she replied. On the morning of her birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Coco Pops, and then took her off to the local theme park. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park: the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster, every thing there was. Five hours later she staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down. Right away, they journeyed to a McDonald's where her loving husband ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a refreshing chocolate shake. Then it was off to the movies: the latest Star Wars epic, a hot dog, popcorn, all the Coke she could drink, and her favorite lolly and M&amp;amp;M's. What a fabulous adventure! Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted. He leaned over his precious wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, Well, Dear, what was it like being eight again?" Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;"I meant my dress size!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he's gonna get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;rd - I'll Do Anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A boy is deeply in LOVE with her girlfriend and ready to do anything for her girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Boy: I’d go to the end of the world for you!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Girl: Okay, but would you stay there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-8836536068665385411?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/8836536068665385411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=8836536068665385411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/8836536068665385411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/8836536068665385411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/understanding-men-jokes.html' title='Understanding Men - Jokes'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SUuOE1ZHRBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8OjGaPOO3so/s72-c/no_jokes_please.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-4998861862941553443</id><published>2008-12-18T22:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:56:48.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boyfriend is very handsome but !?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SUpYUdvtHtI/AAAAAAAAABc/7QCHa-BOLwQ/s1600-h/1198178000_d5e4654f3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SUpYUdvtHtI/AAAAAAAAABc/7QCHa-BOLwQ/s320/1198178000_d5e4654f3c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281130621650673362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is for those confusing girlfriend!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This is not from me but it's from the net both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Question &amp;amp; Adviser)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Questions 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I've been chasing this boy for a while and finally we hooked up. I have to admit, it was initially based on looks, but now that I know him...he's so dull!!! He has such a poor sense of humour (he likes what I call toilet humour). He the sporting type - so he's fit but he doesn't stimulate me mentally - Is it wrong to dump him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Adviser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Of course its not wrong to dump him. You're looking for someone who can keep your interested physically AND mentally. He's just not who you are looking for. Maybe next time, when you want to go out with a guy, get to know him on a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;deeper level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I hope everything works out! good luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Questions 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Am in love with my boyfriend but am attracted to this other guy. I can't seem to stop thinking about him. He is so good looking and my Boyfriend is not that good looking but i love his personalty which i know matters most.  My boyfriend is twice the man Mr. Gorgeous can ever be. He is very proud and a chauvnistic pig at that. He is a big flirt too. The kind of guy you know you can never have solely to yourself. My boyfriend on the other hand is a loyal friend you can trust him with your life. I know am crazy but the package is all so attractive. He is well groomed which is a big turn on for me. I have tried one million times to get my boyfriend that way but he is such an "african man" if you know what i mean. He says"why waste time brushing your hair to be smoothe when you can just comb and run along,  there are millions of naira to be made out there it wouldnt wait for Mr. Sleek Hair you know" i know he is right but i can't help but…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Adviser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;U would always and always see other guys who would attract even more than this one u are talking about. The truth is that u need to priorities what u want in a guy. Love or attraction then go for it.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remember love has nothing to do with looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Do to others what u’ll want them do to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Questions 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If Your Boyfriend Said "you're Beautiful But There Are Still Many Hot Girls Outside." How Would You React To It And What Would You Think Of Such A Man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Adviser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;First of all, men never stop looking until they're dead. Women have a right to look too, and don't let anyone tell you that they don't. Second of all, that was a loaded question. Let's face it, the answer he gave was tactless, but don't ask a question like that if you might not like the answer. If he's honest, she gets hurt or angry, if he's not, she'll end up hurt and angry. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a lose-lose situation.&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/18304685-4998861862941553443?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4998861862941553443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=4998861862941553443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/4998861862941553443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/4998861862941553443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-boyfriend-is-very-handsome-but.html' title='My boyfriend is very handsome but !?'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SUpYUdvtHtI/AAAAAAAAABc/7QCHa-BOLwQ/s72-c/1198178000_d5e4654f3c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-4391957976253527869</id><published>2008-12-17T17:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:38:29.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to deal with the guy you dumped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SUjQozKhL9I/AAAAAAAAABU/G391lRVfG_I/s1600-h/britney_spears_isaac_cohen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SUjQozKhL9I/AAAAAAAAABU/G391lRVfG_I/s320/britney_spears_isaac_cohen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280699962439577554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You may not understand your ex's&lt;/span&gt; PDH (public display of heartache). &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But here's how to handle it with care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Guy meets girl. Guy dates girl. Girl dumps guy. Guy morphs into a crazy ex-boyfriend. He might call you every night and beg you to take him back. Or he could go in the completely opposite direction and totally ignore you. But here's the thing: No matter how a guy acts after you break up with him, the fact is that he's hurting. It's no fun getting dumped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So remember, even if he acts like it's no big deal, inside he's secretly dying. Here are the four most typical post-breakup guy behaviors. Deal with them the right way and you'll not only help your old flame get over the fact that he's been snubbed, you'll also save yourself the pain of putting up with an ex who's making you nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENARIO 1: HE KEEPS CALLING "JUST TO TALK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HOW TO DEAL:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Whatever he says, if a dumped dude keeps calling his ex, it's a play to win her back (or to keep tabs on who she's hanging out with). To keep your ex from sucking up your cell minutes, just say, "It's too painful for me to talk to you right now. I need time." Okay, so he's the one who needs time — but he doesn't realize it. If you put a stop to the talking, you'll be doing him a huge favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SCENARIO 2: HE TALKS CRAP ABOUT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HOW TO DEAL:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If a guy is talking trash about you, it's probably because he's really busted up about your split. He still has feelings for you, but since you hurt him, he wants to hurt you back. To shut him up, get him alone and tell him that you understand his motives for being mean, but it's not helping his case with you at all. If that doesn't work, move on with your life — he's the one who'll look bad, not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENARIO 3: HE PROFESSES HIS UNDYING LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HOW TO DEAL:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Big romantic gestures are a last-ditch effort of the truly desperate. So if your ex texts, IMs, e-mails, or leaves you a pathetic voice mail begging you to be his forever, don't respond — and don't make fun of him. You might find yourself in the same situation someday, and you wouldn't want karma to come back and bite you when you put your heart on the line, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SCENARIO 4: HE IGNORES YOU COMPLETELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HOW TO DEAL:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If your ex starts totally ignoring you, it's most likely because seeing you is just too excruciating. You might think you're helping by reaching out to him and explaining yourself, but you're not. You're only prolonging his pain in an effort to make yourself feel better. Give him time to nurse his wounds alone. He'll eventually get over you — and you'll get over feeling bad for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;BOTTOM LINE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Being the dumper can be just as hard as being the dump-ee. But no matter how bad you may feel for your ex, remember that you ended it for a reason. It's natural to want to help him recover, but the best thing you can do is leave him alone. Whatever you do, never get back together just because you feel bad. If you do, he'll be the same guy you dated, hated, and then dumped — again. And you deserve more than a never-ending game of relationship yo-yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-4391957976253527869?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/4391957976253527869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=4391957976253527869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/4391957976253527869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/4391957976253527869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-deal-with-guy-you-dumped.html' title='how to deal with the guy you dumped'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SUjQozKhL9I/AAAAAAAAABU/G391lRVfG_I/s72-c/britney_spears_isaac_cohen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-1114293838879377541</id><published>2008-12-16T09:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:51:12.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Questions That Will Super Charge Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SUcEik7QKdI/AAAAAAAAABE/p-grdBPHZIk/s1600-h/recharge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SUcEik7QKdI/AAAAAAAAABE/p-grdBPHZIk/s400/recharge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280194080189458898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;One of the most effective ways to achieve success is to ask yourself the right questions. When we ask ourselves a question, we always come up with an answer. Ask yourself “Why does this always happen to me,” and you’ll get an answer. But if you ask yourself “How can I have a great day today,” you’ll also get an answer. Which answer is going to empower you more? You got it. So why not ask yourself smart questions that will make you happier, more confident, more powerful, and more successful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;The world moves fast, our many interests are constantly being seduced by TV, the Web, and the omnipotent presence of marketing. Here are some questions you can use to keep you on the rails that lead to success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to Use Smart Questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My recommendation is to take your favorite 5-10 questions from this list, write them down and post them near your desk, your bathroom mirror, the visor in your car and on the back of your cellphone. Pretty soon you’ll have them memorized and you’ll find yourself using these questions to filter out the wheat from the chaff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The other way to use these questions is to take one question per day or per week. Write it down on a few yellow stickes and place them where you will see them all day long: by your bed, in the bathroom, in your car, at your desk and so on. Do this and watch the magic unfold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1. What do I want to accomplish today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   2. What is the most important thing I need to do today? (Do it first!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   3. Is this the best use of my time right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   4. What am I trying to accomplish right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   5. What can I cross off my list by deleting or delegating? What is not important?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   6. What can I do right now to take the next leap instead of the next step?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   7. Who can I learn from today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   8. Who can I thank today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;   9. What am I grateful for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  10. How can I eliminate distractions right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  11. What are my top 3 current goals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  12. What is most important to me in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  13. If the my world was going to end within one year, what would I be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  14. What will I do today towards my major goals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  15. What action can I take instead of worry right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  16. Who should I thank today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  17. Who needs some love today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  18. How can I be a kinder person today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  19. How can I have more compassion today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  20. What can I do right now to release negative energy in a positive way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  21. What can I do to let go of my anger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  22. How can I put worry on hold right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  23. How can I choose happiness right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  24. What can I do to slow down today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  25. What am I learning right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  26. What beneficial routines can I start today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  27. What will I do, see, explore, or experience today that is new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  28. How and with whom can I partner today to make 1+1=3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  29. How can I be more compassionate today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  30. What will I celebrate today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  31. What God wants to show me today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  32. What did I learn today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  33. What God wants me to do today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  34. How will I make today great? How do I define great?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  35. What can I stop holding/clinging to help me break free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  36. How can I let go with peace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  37. Who can I help today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  38. How can I add Peace to the world today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  39. What’s the most powerful thing I can do right now, today to increase my business/    knowledge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  40. What have I been avoiding that I can do today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What are your favorite empowering questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-1114293838879377541?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/1114293838879377541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=1114293838879377541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/1114293838879377541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/1114293838879377541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/smart-questions-that-will-super-charge.html' title='Smart Questions That Will Super Charge Your Life'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SUcEik7QKdI/AAAAAAAAABE/p-grdBPHZIk/s72-c/recharge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-2684026527609567096</id><published>2008-12-11T23:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:23:38.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Tarakan Youth Mission - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SUJlZ4Um_KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WvugnSlvyHk/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SUJlZ4Um_KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WvugnSlvyHk/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278893208521604258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for I've settle down and everything have finally ended 2 weeks ago. 11 of us already fulfilled what God wants us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say this mission trip gives me a lot of stressful moments. But these stress are not beyond my ability. This load comes from accountability to Parents, working with youths, their safety, their passport and their behaviors, accountability to the church of Tarakan. All these I have to make sure it’s working well and able to balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe God's way is one stone kills many birds not just two. Whoever involve in the spiritual realm, we all should be learning something throughout this trip. Like Parents, Church Staff, Youth &amp; Congregation. !! God is Great and Brilliant!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been molded by God though out this trip rather than just head knowledge. The areas of molding are patient, gentle, and slow in anger and self control. In many times all these are necessary spiritual fruits that I needed along the trip. Other than that I’ve learned to be more courageous to lead even though theirs empty resources. My only resources is from God the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greatest joy is not about how well I lead or how much I've acheived but rather seeing the youth came back safely and seeing God have imparted something important into their lifes. That is coming back to the heart of God or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming weekend our youths will share testimony and showing Video Clip during our Worship Services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise be to God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-2684026527609567096?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2684026527609567096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=2684026527609567096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/2684026527609567096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/2684026527609567096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-tarakan-youth-mission-part-2_11.html' title='2008 Tarakan Youth Mission - Part 2'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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/_WQU4uKx3bYs/SUJlZ4Um_KI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WvugnSlvyHk/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-3124010795761452106</id><published>2008-11-12T22:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:35:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Tarakan Youth Mission - Part 1</title><content type='html'>I did went to other country before, that is to Singapore but just one half day.Now, this is the first time I'm going to mission and to another country for a week and the first time leading 2 staffs and 8 youths to Mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some doubt before this, I was thinking why God always choose me to do something that I never did before. The understanding is like a blind man force to lead those who are not blind and some of the blinds. And another kind of understanding is I have to be fast to lead and learn in order to fulfill something greater in the future. In my younger days, I always prepare to lead but never a chance. But now I never prepare to lead but the chances are always called to lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one and another, never stop calling (FCC -&gt; TWU). Fears came and filled in my bottom of my heart. Fear of facing bad consequences, Fear of authority, Fear of responsibility, Fear of Losing someone, Fear of being rejected, Fear of making wrong decision, Fear of parents bad feedback. There are so much fears to overcome. People keep asking "Why I don't drive,is it because of your father's case or you caught an accident before?" all I can say is "Nope! Not at all!! Ya Ya I know I should drive, don't worry! I will, I will" and a silly smile on my face. But never dare to. This is not so me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the calling became greater. Beginning of this year, I suggested to have youth mission because I know it's good for the young people and me. We can learn more and I can learn more from the leader who lead us but who knows it has been approved in SEPT and the leader is me!! Unexpected Surprise!!  I never want to be a leader and I never thought of that fast!! What?? not even some practical experience??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obediently &amp;amp; some mumbling and some disagreement! But I still followed because It's good for the youth and this is the opportunity. Last time a leader said he will lead but failed to, so I don't want to miss the 2nd chance. But now it's too late to regret and say " I'm so sorry the mission trip has been cancel and we will not go unless we find a better leader!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is I feel stress! I feel no joy! After being questions by the parents and someone who is in upper level authority and the problem of changing date and  I just don't know what else I've missed out! and I still need to do it no matter what. I have to lead and I will lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the exact date to mission is 22nd to 29th Nov. Hahah..Can't wait to write another testimony after the mission trip. Should be a life changing experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-3124010795761452106?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/3124010795761452106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=3124010795761452106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/3124010795761452106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/3124010795761452106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2008/11/2008-tarakan-youth-mission-part-1.html' title='2008 Tarakan Youth Mission - Part 1'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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-18304685.post-2198583248266945157</id><published>2008-11-11T09:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:14:52.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of 2008 youth Cell</title><content type='html'>Finally ! Youth Cell ended !! I really like my Sunday Youth Cell, its because they are all very different in personality. We choose to accept rather than to judge. You can see they are very naughty, smart, crazy, open minded &amp;amp; united.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are they? they are MARY TAN, Phoebe Pang, Yasmine Yap, Vivian &amp;amp; Deborah, Chong En Di, Marshall, Guo Han(future Chief), Khoo, Russell, Joshua Giam, Yong Shau Krik, Eugene Bien (missing in Action) !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the group that I really enjoy being with them!! They can come to cell together and they can "Fong Fei Gei" in unity too. But luckily that's just once in my year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During sharing time, we don teach but we discussed! we explain and we think! that's so fun! that's so different and that's not boring at all! They don like teacher, they don like supervisor, they dont like grandma but they like Relationship! And I learn that! Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guo han&lt;/span&gt; will not be in Tawau next year! going to miss them!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/span&gt; is very good in Ice Breaking, her ice breakers really breaks! Never Fail! Gives us a lot of fun!! Thanks phoebe!! Be Courage girl!! We loves you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guo Han can influence the cell to keep laughing or to stop talking or start crazy!! I like that! The thing is He's also a BIG bully! he always bully me in a very different ways! I got so many stuff to be laugh at " the blood of the lamb", " oh she got two boyfriends!! I saw her in Giant!!", That's not true but some cell members choose to be amaze just to have some fun!!Imagine every cell group meeting he repeated the same thing Before, Mid and After cell group. 3 times per cell!! is like eating medicine!! again and again and again!! STOP bulling me ! Im innocent!! AHHAHA!! Good to hear that he's going to study as a chief!! Not because I don like him to be around but the thing is I like to eat!! haha my father is a chinese chief!!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Great!! &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for your entertainment Guo Han!! hope one day you will accept HIM !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All to best for both of you!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I just got to take over this cell just two months but They have given me a great &amp;amp; positive memory in 2008! Thanks All!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-2198583248266945157?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2198583248266945157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=2198583248266945157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/2198583248266945157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/2198583248266945157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2008/11/blogging.html' title='The End of 2008 youth Cell'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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-18304685.post-2653186504733367078</id><published>2008-11-11T09:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:14:38.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Its been a long long time I didn't Blog! Seeing my youth blogging it somehow motivate me to update my blog! But I choose to blog once in a long while, reason is I'm not them. Meaning prefer to release all my emotion and the motive of blogging is very much different! Another good thing is they never know I do blog! haha oh my!! its be years ago!! haha!! I like to be secretive in times. I feel good when I have different group of friends. Friends that able to get crazy with, friends that able to seek advice, friends that able to share, friends that need a listening ear, friends that likes food, friends loves music, friends that likes yam cha, friends that is homosexual (but don touch me!!) hhaha, friends! Friends! and I like my family too!! I miss them in times. Specially this year our family events, in May my eldest brother wedding and in Sept my family reuinion in KK. It makes me feel in love by them. I hope to have more fellowship with them! I hope more time! I hope more places we can go togther. I like to hug my mom, not because i'm a baby but because to show her how much i love and care for her. Hhaha...everytime I went back, surely I will sleep beside my mom chat till late night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the people around me! It is very special to live in a same world but different personality. God commanded us to loves one another! I'm learning lord!! Praise God for the chances!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-2653186504733367078?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/2653186504733367078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=2653186504733367078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/2653186504733367078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/2653186504733367078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-2008-youth-cell.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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-18304685.post-115519629986459264</id><published>2006-08-10T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T12:23:09.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stream Of Praise  (讚美之泉)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/1600/home_pw11_chn.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/320/home_pw11_chn.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; for this team (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stream Of Praise&lt;/span&gt;). Both of the albums is very very nice. You can use it for worshiping God and express yourself to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the different between Album Precious Cross and Album Just Like Heaven? Personally observation, Album Precious Cross lead you to worship God til your personal revival. Recommented to new believer or personal worship time.&lt;br /&gt;Album Just Like Heaven, they have variety of music that express to the Lord. Peaceful !!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow both of the album is great !! Observe yourself, for different people will have different observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to bless them or be part of their ministries. You can pray for them, buy their albums or donate money. As they have new ministry on going that need much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are free, please drop by their website &lt;a href="http://www.sop.org"&gt;www.sop.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do BUY the albums &amp;amp; Support them. Its more worth than buying other things with a same price. Seek ye kingdom first ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can listen a short sample in the album through my blog ! ! ENJOY !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God Bless ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-115519629986459264?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/115519629986459264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=115519629986459264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/115519629986459264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/115519629986459264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2006/08/stream-of-praise.html' title='Stream Of Praise  (讚美之泉)'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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-18304685.post-113712082728900947</id><published>2006-01-13T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:13:23.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Grace - Homosexual become Heterosexual</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;GOD'S AMAZING GRACE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;THE TESTIMONY OF STEPHEN BENNETT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;In the fall of 1981&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;as an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;18 year old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; aspiring artist with a dream&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and a freshman at one of New York’s art schools, I reached one of the darkest periods in my life.  On a cold rainy night, far away from home I acted out on feelings I had throughout my entire childhood and teen years - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I had my first homosexual encounter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with another student.  After &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;drinking alcohol at a school party and getting drunk for the first time ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;something I swore I never would do because of my family’s past, my life literally changed in one night.  I was plummeted into my deep dark world of homosexuality.  After only a few short months in art school, I suffered from a very severe depression, and dropped out of school and returned home to my family in Connecticut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I found many of my old high schools friends had also “come out” as homosexuals and I became very active in the homosexual bar scene&lt;/span&gt;.  I lived for the night - my drinking became worse, I started using cocaine to help alleviate my mental turmoil, and found much love and acceptance by other men.  I had many numerous one night stands.  I felt I was finally “me”.  However, my&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; drug addiction got worse&lt;/span&gt; to the point where I became a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;cocaine dealer&lt;/span&gt; just to support my habit - I lost my art business to drugs, as well as my dignity to a life based upon my perverse, sensual and decrepit lifestyle I couldn’t break free from. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It was at this point many of my friends and one night encounters were getting “sick” and starting to die, and no one knew why. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;This sickness was the beginning of the AIDS epidemic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Things only grew worse and for a period of six years I declined morally, mentally and physically. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It was in the winter of 1987&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;after a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;3 day cocaine and alcohol binge&lt;/span&gt; I cried out for help.  After being up all night and running out of cocaine, I looked in the mirror and was shocked at the reflection.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Due to my cocaine abuse, as well as years of bulimia, at almost six feet tall, I saw a 135 lb. living skeleton staring back at me and I just cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I ran down to a pay phone on the street corner and called for help. I admitted myself into a drug rehabilitation program, and began my recovery as an impatient for three months at a nearby facility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;  It was at this point I began to see God working in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Within a few short months I was alcohol and drug free, as well as free from my bulimia.  I had gained about 25 lbs. and was feeling great.  However, I still had a deep dark secret past hidden inside of me.  What was I to do with my homosexuality?  Deep down inside I knew it was wrong, yet I was just suppressing it.  After dating a few girls, I found myself one night back again at a local gay bar.  I didn’t drink or do drugs - but that night I met a man that I fell in love with, and began a three year live in relationship with him.  I seemed I had it all - my homosexual lifestyle and love, without the drugs, alcohol and bulimia, a great job, beautiful home, and great homosexual friends.  I attended an unsaved church faithfully every week - and felt I had it all.  But God wasn’t done with me yet - in fact, He had just started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My doorbell rang, and it was my friend Kathy, a friend for years who had seen me through the good and bad times of my life - and she had a Bible in her hand, and asked if she could come in.  She had told me she left her religious background and became a Christian.  She told me how Jesus changed her life, and how according to the Bible homosexuality was wrong - it was a sin and an abomination in God’s eyes - how according to the Bible I was not “born that way”, how it was circumstances, events and broken relationships from as early on as childhood, that led me down the homosexual path, and that Jesus Christ was offering me deliverance, restoration and most importantly, salvation - today.  I listened intently, and something inside of me told me she was right.  I told her I would take the Bible and she left.  That day, the Word of God cut right through me - I saw my homosexuality for the first time as God saw it - as sin.  Over the next year and a half, anytime something would happen between my partner and I sexually, I found myself praying for forgiveness to God I didn’t know, on my bathroom floor.  God was tugging at my heart strings and I knew it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The tugging was so hard and clear, I left my partner, my job, my family - everyone and everything I loved, and headed off to Provincetown, Massachusetts - a homosexual subculture - to live for a summer, to see if I could reconcile this pull between being a homosexual and a Christian.  Did I have to choose one or the other, or could I be both at the same time in God’s eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, in that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;summer of 1991 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;God opened my eyes to the truth and reality of the homosexual lifestyle - I saw it all in full swing, in all its glory - transsexuals, transvestites, sado masochists, men and women doing things one would never even imagine.  After five months in Provincetown, I returned home to my partner asking for forgiveness for leaving him - I was sorry and I was going to put this “Jesus” business aside.  Yet after only three short months in his home, by myself while wrapping Christmas presents, I happened to flip through radio stations and came across a Christian one.  A man was singing a song (Scott Wesley Brown’s “This Little Child”) and I heard the lyrics about “men marching for their right to sin”.  I knew exactly what the song was talking about - it was talking about me.  I may have put God on the back burner - but He was still chasing after me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And on New Year’s Eve of 1991 I attended a homosexual party with my partner, and for the first time ever in my life - I felt “dirty”.  I hated myself. I hated my homosexual lifestyle. But I just couldn’t break free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I called my friend Kathy on the telephone and told her I was going to move back to Provincetown, Massachusetts for good and completely give myself over to my homosexual lifestyle.  I felt as if I lost my life and my soul. Deep inside, I was crying out for help - and that’s when Jesus Christ stepped in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;She read to me from the Bible, from the book of Romans chapter one, how God will “call” you - and if He keeps calling you, and you hear, yet harden your heart, it may come to a point where He will make you a “reprobate” in His sight and give you completely over to your sin, and allow you to believe “the lie”.  At that point, according to the Bible, you have basically sealed your destiny away from Him forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It scared me so much, I asked her what did I need to do, and she told me right now to pray to Jesus - ask Him to deliver me from my unwanted homosexuality - and ask Him to forgive me for my sins, and to come into my heart and life, be my Lord and Savior, and to take control.  At that moment, I did pray and nothing whacky or crazy, but I physically felt the peace of God upon me. That day in &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;January of 1992,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on the telephone, I asked Jesus to come into my heart – and I was born again. Something truly happened to me on the inside.  That day God changed my life and I will be eternally grateful for what He did.  Within two weeks, I moved out of my partner’s home and was on my way and new walk with Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Within three months after accepting Jesus Christ as my Savior,&lt;/span&gt; the homosexual behavior stopped, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;not the same-sex attractions.&lt;/span&gt; Why? I prayed the prayer, I did everything, I left the man that I loved. What more could I do? Why wasn’t I “set free?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I knew deep down I had to deal with a very painful issue I didn’t even want to go near – yet one I knew I had to confront in order to move on with my new life in Christ. For me, it was a very damaged, broken relationship with my father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;For years, I only desired one thing:  my father's love.  I knew as Jesus had forgiven me for all of my sins - past, present and future – I now needed to extend that unconditional forgiveness to a man I deeply hated, yet one I truly loved.  After confronting him one day, pouring out my heart and really talking for the very first time in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; 28 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;-- our broken relationship was incredibly reconciled.  Forgiveness was extended that day and the chains that bound me for so many years were unshackled. When my father and I hugged in his kitchen, and he told me that he loved me, I was finally set free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Today, my father and I have a wonderful relationship.  I love my dad and I know he loves me.  Those memories and years of hurt and inner pain have been replaced by a real father and son love. We see each other often, call each other on the phone and God has restored alI of the lost years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I realized for my entire life, I was vainly looking for the love, attention and affection of my father in the arms of other men.  Today, the search is over:  I now have the real thing: my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I must say, it is incredible how my journey has been.  Within that first year, never having been with a woman before, I was engaged to a beautiful Christian woman, Irene, who knew me as a homosexual, and was praying for me for years.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;We were married on June 13, 1993.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Never having been with a woman before, all I can say is our wedding night was one of the most beautiful, pure experiences I ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, almost twelve years later -- and very happily married -- God has blessed us with two other miracles - my beautiful daughter Chloe Catherine who is six years old, and my son Blake Stephen, four years old, born on Chloe's birthday.  Chloe's middle name is in dedication to my friend Kathy who never gave up on me - a vessel of God, who He used to change my destiny forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-113712082728900947?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/113712082728900947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=113712082728900947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113712082728900947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113712082728900947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2006/01/gods-grace-homosexual-become.html' title='God&apos;s Grace - Homosexual become Heterosexual'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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-18304685.post-113625893306955036</id><published>2006-01-03T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T11:31:40.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 New Year !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/1600/Fire%20work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/400/Fire%20work.jpg" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Praise God for His fruitful holiday in sabah! I able to spent time with my beloved Mommy ! hahha I got a wried colour watch from my mom! The best part is we are wearing the same design, same color but different size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time to Telupid as a Sabahan! hahha! Its a Youth Camp because the preacher preach so well that God use them to speak to my heart and as an adult going to Youth Camp? make me feel younger because have to runing around and jumping around and able to pray for others! I believe God open another door for me in my ministry in future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night back to Sandakan, feel very thankful to my dearest Jesus! I'm able to have a thanks giving dinner with my family! Which is my idea! hhahhah! force them to have this dinner together and all must pray before dinner! My tears drop like water fall, because can help to see the blessing that God have given me! God give me back the sensitivity towards Him, so I'm easily feel the feeling of others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last hours in Sandakan! Oh no my tears falls and trying to mute my mouth and my hand shake when I trying to take out the tissue! Cry because I need to walk the way that God wants me to in Kl ! seems walking alone, because no one will understand me and my hardwork! No support from my family but alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive Kl, Its a great feeling to go back to Mission! too long holiday will make me feel lazy! Very tired unable to go Cell Group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day (Sat), mission assign! I have to lead preayer meeting last minute in Trillingual ! Feel unwilling but obey and ask God to help me overcome my feeling! because I as a christian should be able to get ready anytime and any minutes of challenges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday! Praise God I able to wake up early to pray and read the word of God before prayer meeting! I able to speak and the end of the respond is good! But inside me, I feel that I'm not satisfy! Anyway! it's a lesson, able to improve in future! W&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-113625893306955036?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/113625893306955036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=113625893306955036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113625893306955036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113625893306955036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006-new-year.html' title='2006 New Year !!!'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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-18304685.post-113506475124413946</id><published>2005-12-20T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T15:45:51.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Dinner 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/400/christmas%21%21%21%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woooooooohhhh! Praise God for having such a great Christmas dinner! look at the table ! I'm sure all of us want to get a bite! or probably u want to put down all your stuff and join this moment of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice table, plus nice food, plus nice light...oops but not a nice song! ahhah Kian meng Why no christmas song one! hehehehe! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/1600/christmas!!!%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/200/christmas%21%21%21%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please look at this dish! Chicken! whaa....so nice the decoration! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi look at the chicken! can u find it's butt?? of course no lah, because been eatten by MR. DANNY Wong! hahha! Some more he said got Yellow round smelly thing in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/1600/christmas!!!%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/200/christmas%21%21%21%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok nice Is salad! Look at it ! Let's bring it on ....!&lt;br /&gt;Look at that decoration! wha...probably you think is the girls doing it! But Let me tell u! Its all from Kian Meng &amp; Friend (Vincent)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eh eh! I also got go into kitchen but come out AGAR-AGAR in black colour! hehehhe should take photo on it! taste nice but look terrify! seems like poisoning! haha! Nice time if you have the honour you will taste it hahah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On that day! We got makan-makan, minum-minum (White &amp; Red Wine) Thanks to kevin! Any one get drunk? of course nop! but got someone HOT already hahahha, faces and body get red!Hei Tell you what! look at Gillian , seems navy but I think on that day on, I confirm I'm the most Navy one! Want to know why then ask Others lah! LOL! Then we have  testimony sharing (Count God's Blessing) and praising God almost full band! Great Fun &amp; Joy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I met a secondary Senior (St. Michael School)  from Sandakan (Sabah) ! Who live with Kian Meng ! oh no! same room ! Oh no! heheh Of course not same bed lah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the guys in this house is so nice, can go in to kitchen and come out from the house !!  hehheheOk lah! anyway! I really praise God for this great Dinner ! Next year ah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AMEN PRAISE YOU JESUS ~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-113506475124413946?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/113506475124413946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=113506475124413946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113506475124413946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113506475124413946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-dinner-2006.html' title='Christmas Dinner 2006'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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-18304685.post-113444573481224574</id><published>2005-12-13T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:48:54.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Caroling!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/1600/Full%20Version.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/400/Full%20Version.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ! This is my Second time having caroling in KL - FCC !! Its great fun, because we can sing &amp; play &amp;amp; yammi yami Choc!! haaaaaaaaaaaa ! fat also worth lah! got work of cause got eat lah!  This photo show every little details! em...see our face then u will know how fun we are having! great zone we have! all unity gila gila and serve serve serve! Gambate to all! and have a great Christmas 2005! SABAH Christmas! Im almost there! wait for me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-113444573481224574?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/113444573481224574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=113444573481224574' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113444573481224574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113444573481224574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-caroling.html' title='Happy Caroling!!'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-113428012081805299</id><published>2005-12-11T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T13:48:40.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Kids Christmas Celebration</title><content type='html'>Praise God for all His Grace and Mercy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) God provide capable, humble, helpful, hardworking Ushers in this Event&lt;br /&gt;2) Although we have suddent change all the plan last minutes but Praise God things didnt work out really bad!&lt;br /&gt;3) Praise God for the food is just enough to fill up the Kids and Ushers and Parents stomach!&lt;br /&gt;4) Attendance for kids are 46pax and 7 Parents ! Praise God its just fit, if not probably the food and usher is not enough!&lt;br /&gt;5) Praise God everything He have provided &amp; Praise God everything works smooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL GLORY GIVE BACK TO GOD !! PRAISE HIM !! AMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-113428012081805299?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/113428012081805299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=113428012081805299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113428012081805299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113428012081805299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2005/12/faith-kids-christmas-celebration.html' title='Faith Kids Christmas Celebration'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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-18304685.post-113271120243638837</id><published>2005-11-23T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T11:16:12.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Make You Too Small In My Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/1600/sinner%20prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/400/sinner%20prayer.jpg" width="459" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the song I heard last night Worship Practice. Its a Sinner Prayer to me, and it really help me to confess my sin. Praise God for this composer ! Praise God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verses 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made You&lt;br /&gt;Too small in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;O Lord forgive me&lt;br /&gt;And I have believed in a lie&lt;br /&gt;That You were unable to help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pre Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now O Lord I see my wrong&lt;br /&gt;Heal my heart&lt;br /&gt;And show Yourself strong&lt;br /&gt;And in my eyes with my song&lt;br /&gt;O Lord be magnified&lt;br /&gt;O Lord be magnified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be magnified O Lord&lt;br /&gt;You are highly exalted&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;You can't do&lt;br /&gt;O Lord my eyes are on You&lt;br /&gt;Be magnified&lt;br /&gt;O Lord be magnified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verses 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have leaned on&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of men&lt;br /&gt;O Lord forgive me&lt;br /&gt;And I have responded to them&lt;br /&gt;Instead of Your light and Your mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( back to pre chorus then to chorus )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-113271120243638837?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/113271120243638837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=113271120243638837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113271120243638837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113271120243638837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-have-make-you-too-small-in-my-eyes.html' title='I Have Make You Too Small In My Eyes'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-113194621232324004</id><published>2005-11-14T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T16:21:17.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Fool ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/1600/wise-and-foolish-man-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/400/wise-and-foolish-man-1.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why ? &lt;/span&gt;We must admit we are fool? The most intelligent person in this world, if they are proud of themselves and act like someone, from God's eyes they are a fools from the first day of this planet been created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Genesis 3 : 6 - 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it.&lt;br /&gt;Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realised that they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Then the man and his wife heard the sound of the LORD God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and they hid from the LORD God among the trees of the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hebrew 4 : 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in all creation is hidden from God's sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Psalm 94 : 7 - 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, "The LORD does not see; the God of Jacob pays no heed."&lt;br /&gt;Take heed, you senseless ones among the people; you fools, when will you become wise?&lt;br /&gt;Does he who implanted the ear not hear? Does he who formed the eye not see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Deuteronomy 32:5-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have acted corruptly toward him; to their shame they are no longer his children, but a warped and crooked generation.&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way you repay the LORD,O foolish and unwise people? Is he not your Father, your Creator, who made you and formed you?&lt;br /&gt;Remember the days of old; consider the generations long past. Ask your father and he will tell you, your elders, and they will explain to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Psalm 53:1-3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fool says in his heart,&lt;br /&gt;"There is no God."&lt;br /&gt;They are corrupt, and their ways are vile;&lt;br /&gt;there is no one who does good.&lt;br /&gt;God looks down from heaven on the sons of men to see if there are any who understand, any who seek God.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has turned away, they have together become corrupt; there is no one who does good, not even one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;Psalm 92:5-7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great are your works, O LORD, how profound your thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;The senseless man does not know, fools do not understand,&lt;br /&gt;that though the wicked spring up like grass and all evildoers flourish, they will be forever destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last we have to admit we are fools. The biggest reason why we are fools is because &lt;strong&gt;we do not understand or know God's own charater&lt;/strong&gt;, we said God is good but how good we feel He is, or God is awesomw! How awesome we see Him in our life? Have we always count His blessing daily?Have we always accept God's will or plan when ever He call us to do? Until now I only know God is faithful to all of us, really from my heart. How foolish I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second reasons is&lt;strong&gt; pride&lt;/strong&gt;, a lot of people think they are able to satisfy themselves as long as they work hard for it, but we never know we are only satisfy our physical will and forgotten that we still have "soul" in our life. So are you too selfish to have favouritsm to our own body? How about your Soul? are not going to satisfy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hebrews 5: 1 - 6: 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We have much to say about this, but it is hard to explain because you are slow to learn.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God's word all over again. You need milk, not solid food!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who lives on milk, being still an infant, is not acquainted with the teaching about righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;But solid food is for the mature, who by constant use have trained themselves to distinguish good from evil.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore let us leave the elementary teachings about Christ and go on to maturity, not laying again the foundation of repentance from acts that lead to death, and of faith in God,&lt;br /&gt;instruction about baptisms, the laying on of hands, the resurrection of the dead, and eternal judgment.&lt;br /&gt;And God permitting, we will do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always think that we do not need God! and everyone trying to be god himself alone. Everyone trying to use their own way to save themselves. We always trying to hard to be intelligent, to be smart...but we forgotten wisdom is from God and even Eve is fool enough to eat the fruit that seems able to gain wisdom. (Genesis 3: 6) Is wisdom that important? My Lord God, told me " Is it that important to ask for Gifts and miracles healing and talent Than asking God to soften our heart and only want God in our life? Are you able to serve me alone, even though you dont see any reward from me at the end of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrid reasons is &lt;strong&gt;We dont repent&lt;/strong&gt;, we always said I did nothing wrong, I dont see my sin, I dont feel we need God. Once you found u are sin against God, I scare our day left no more. Sin happen even we do not obey God's will, didnt praise God, took away the Glory of God and boast ownself, and even the little little sin hidden in our lifes from the day we are young, they are like a dust. Can you see dust? must often we can't, we just can feel it inside our heart or even we dont know where it come from. This is Why we need to invite Holy Spirit to Measure our heart. Are we really Love God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hebrews 3: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as the Holy Spirit says:&lt;br /&gt;Today, if you hear his voice,&lt;br /&gt;do not harden your hearts as you did in the rebellion, during the time of testing in the desert,&lt;br /&gt;where your fathers tested and tried me and for forty years saw what I did.&lt;br /&gt;That is why I was angry with that generation, and I said, 'Their hearts are always going astray, and they have not known my ways.'&lt;br /&gt;So I declared on oath in my anger,'They shall never enter my rest.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we not repent and ask God to help us understand Him more ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will become wise, is when we are passionate to walk holy life and to go where ever God want us to do or to be....fully became an obedience instrument for God alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; Lord make me repent and know that you are the best in my life and able to be the best partner! Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-113194621232324004?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/113194621232324004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=113194621232324004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113194621232324004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113194621232324004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-fool.html' title='I&apos;m A Fool ! !'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-113142583621498918</id><published>2005-11-08T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T14:05:05.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, I can't sit down quietly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/1600/women%20praying%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/400/women%20praying%202.0.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've served God for 1/half months. Am I a slacker? Think of that word really seems true to me. Table work? whole day? For me it's doesnt need to finish up whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why I'm doing all this? This can be done in midnight. Those days I work until midnight in the office or out of office. I felt happy and this is my life..now go back early, t night go cell group then sleep early...what is it? I need more work...out reach work....How, where should I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God for I did the first minister visit last week with my mom, I really enjoy it. we are like partner! Mom and daughter become partner? work in unity? sense God's work? no objection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what will happen next after 3 months! where is my next step? more to come? what is that? I scare, I worry, one day I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, God reveal to me that I dont love him wholeheartedly, My God is not satisfy my life to Him, He is not happy what I have offered from the past, My Lord said not enough! How sad I'm. Yes I did well in my work, receive few good comment.....but God told me I dont want That kind of offering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I cant love my God as I love others?Past days my best friends, my father, my sisters and brothers in christ.....! Why?Everytime I thank God for them in my life, then things happen next following days. They no longer beside me or with me, either went further study or they have disagreement on me.......God never fail to take away all my friends that I love!&lt;br /&gt;How can I not afraid of putting lots of affort on them and train them and love them?what If God take them away from me one day. Again! my heart break. How sad it will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I told my mom directly, "I cant love u and I cant put affort on u, because I scare I love u more than My God! but I said, I really cherish the time together with her." So I didnt go to KLIA at 5am with her. I go to bed because 9am I need to work until night 1030pm. afraid that I have not much energy to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and no more passion to walk.....I know I need to come to the Lord but I cant quiet down my heart. I just want to walk, move and talk. As the Lord reminded me again, Im like Martha (Luke 10:38-42)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord empower me, and silence my heart only for u. Let me see the work on my desk is getting smaller and smaller than being with You! Open my spiritual eyes and see your wonderous work and Your heartbeat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-113142583621498918?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/113142583621498918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=113142583621498918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113142583621498918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113142583621498918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-i-cant-sit-down-quietly.html' title='Why, I can&apos;t sit down quietly!'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18304685.post-113115856716625312</id><published>2005-11-05T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T15:09:13.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Jesus! For listening My Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/1600/View%20Praying.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/400/View%20Praying.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Week is a Week of Reaching out to do God's Work. My mom said she will be arriving to KL for a drop by visit. In my heart, I pray that the Lord will open a way for my cell group to have a minister time from God alone through My Mom. Ask I know my mom have the gift of ministering, she is very sensitive to God. Just a simple prayer from the Lord and the Lord let this things happen in our cell Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great is Our Lord is. He minister all the young adult through the mouth of my mom, tears falling from their eyes...Love of God pour down like water....Unspeakable Joy and release inside their heart. They no longer walk sorrow or disappointed but yet a heart of thanksgiving and joy to Our Lord Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is faithful and great, He know our character, He know our feeling, He know what we thinking and even He know what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise God for this great mother, He have prepare for me, she willing to step on the trials and difficulties that God have given her all her life, she obey and willing to pay the price. What we sow and we will reap one day. So I learn to obey God's planning, I will never afraid of trials and difficulties, I always very happy to have all troubles in my life. Because the more I pay the more I recieve God's blessing towards my next generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God. People who willing to spend time with God and walk obediently. They are able to minister others because God gain favour on them, who are wholeheartedly to God our Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although last week sermon is talking about "Afraid Of The Future"(No fear to future, Count God's bessing and Grab Opportunity)...I also have a lot of extra add on in this sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Trust the Lord wholeheartedly&lt;br /&gt;2) Do not doubt&lt;br /&gt;3) Obedience to God's calling&lt;br /&gt;4) Our God is mercy but yet He also will show His Anger to us if we rebel Him&lt;br /&gt;5) What the Lord have plan for us, all the result are the best to our life although the path is narrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AMEN ! !  PRAISE THE LORD  ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Although we are blessed for those have the different gift, but yet to do follow the man, ask more from the Lord if who ever lack of the spiritual Give. He is faithful and trust he will give when we ask just to glorify God's name! Give Thanks to the Lord always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-113115856716625312?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/113115856716625312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=113115856716625312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113115856716625312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113115856716625312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2005/11/thank-you-jesus-for-listening-my-pray.html' title='Thank You Jesus! For listening My Pray'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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-18304685.post-113031166820625506</id><published>2005-10-27T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T14:58:07.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching Excellent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/1600/Picture%20203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5489/1787/320/Picture%20203.jpg" width="477" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first time having a prayer walk in the afternoon with Fcc Church Staff.&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord for He has been faithful to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Although I do not have the gift of seeing vision, but today after a walk it reflected me alot of things which I've forgotten. I will continue to pray for one another.&lt;br /&gt;This Few Weeks, God reminded me alot of things. A Prayer life &amp;amp; a Close Relationship with God is most piority. I'm a lazy person, I dont like to pray or read bible. I just hope to fast forward and see the result. After an incident, I repent to the Lord and I will not stop praying and ask for the Lord more in my ministy that im into.&lt;br /&gt;I always ask for more ministry from God, I always want to serve more and work harder for God. Until one day, God reveal to me that I can do better although my ministry is small. The spirit of Excellence means more than anythign. I shall practice more in vocal, exercise my body for future mission, pray for spiritual growth, encourage others ....................before I ask God to enlarge my territory in Spiritual Work.&lt;br /&gt;I should focus more. Thank God enlarge my territory, for ordain me become a God mother for four members in FCC. I will surely take fully responsible and help them in spiritual life. Lord empower me! Not easy but will try to reach the spirit of Excellent!&lt;br /&gt;Blessed to those who concentrate to the work of the Lord! Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18304685-113031166820625506?l=anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/feeds/113031166820625506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18304685&amp;postID=113031166820625506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113031166820625506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18304685/posts/default/113031166820625506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anythingwithmilk.blogspot.com/2005/10/reaching-excellent_26.html' title='Reaching Excellent'/><author><name>!+'S N.+ $. ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11358821781039920382</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
