<?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-11749037</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:27:52.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>David after God's own heart...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>454</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-8907876855229509583</id><published>2008-05-23T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:41:23.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALRIGHT. since gin asked, i will blog a post. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates since the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not officially 21. had a great celebration, to me, with my family, relatives, destiny friends, and all sorts of other friends at the bbq and chalet, and home events. recieved lots of cool presents, thanks everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then immediately I flew in the A380 to sydney for a little holiday, and exploration. It was indeed a smooth take off, smooth flight, BUT. an extremely HARD landing. so hard that we thought the plane was going to break in half or something. literally, BAM! the flight back was better. not much of a problem at all. it was an enlighting experience with the people, culture, food, sights and other things. great food there btw. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then back from aussie, i have had several things, such as to get my graduation attire, get my international licence, go for NS medical checkups, which i still have several more to go through because of some complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, also to go out with a really special friend. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thats all the updates. &lt;br /&gt;Msn message me for more enquries. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-8907876855229509583?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/8907876855229509583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=8907876855229509583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8907876855229509583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8907876855229509583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2008/05/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-4264885335295108772</id><published>2008-04-09T04:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T04:06:30.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really wonder who still visits my blog. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless I'm still going to blog, because it's my 21st birthday tomorrow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, its such a new experience for me, like I'm really being moved out of my family's covering for the very first time. Although I will still be living in the same house, but I will be seen more as an adult individual. Seems scary as it may be, to face a world of still unknowns, for the many years ahead, but still, i'm thankful for having a friend many years older than I am, that has helped me through this last few days of my parent's dependence, into an adulthood. his name is David Theophillus. bringing me to learn many things, and teach me how to connect to the source of the rest of my life, that is Jesus. So that I can fully live out God's calling and purpose for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my parents have also done incredibly well over all these years, i'm thankful to them with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 21, here I come, just a few more hours to go! Lord, keep me safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-4264885335295108772?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/4264885335295108772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=4264885335295108772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4264885335295108772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4264885335295108772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-really-wonder-who-still-visits-my.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-7806164249063909682</id><published>2008-03-26T05:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T05:47:32.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exciting days ahead! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is within weeks! 2 to be exact! And I'm excited because it's my 21st!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th Apr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be holding a chalet at hopefully Sentosa, with BBQ to celebrate on 11 - 12 apr. Lemme know if you're interested to come ok! I'll be bugging you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing is, right after my birthday, I'm gonna fly off to Aussie! HAHA! such fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-7806164249063909682?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/7806164249063909682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=7806164249063909682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7806164249063909682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7806164249063909682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2008/03/exciting-days-ahead-my-birthday-is.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-8103121429721361266</id><published>2008-03-24T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:55:27.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been an exhausting 3 weeks. Pst greg from aussie came down foe 2 weeks to teach a course and minister. way cool!&lt;br /&gt;then during the night, there's food and stuff for us.&lt;br /&gt;for me, i had a personal lesson on journaling.&lt;br /&gt;but all these were not held far from my place, thank God. just at the salvation army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i brought them around, and had the chance to go on the singapore flyer, ride the river taxi again, and visit those tourist places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else did i do? hmm. i think sleep alot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think what was the best part, though it was miserly small compared the the whole time pst greg and eliz was here, was the word of encouragement that he spoke personally to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also things to note, my sister xf is back from laos with a whole bunch of interesting stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wendy's halfway through her taiwan trip with qinghui. think i'll get to eat some col taiwanese food when she's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weijian's still alive. haha. and going to guitar hunting sometime this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who else? erm, jess seems dead. haven heard from her in quite a long time. considering the fact she used to be asking me tons a week about cell group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny's music director asked me to lead worship next week. but i feel i'm not ready yet. i just wanna stick to drums for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had japanese spicy miso noodles for dinner yesterday at raffles city basment. it was swell! incredible food. and it's so interesting because when there's no customers, all the staff will be standing inside the stall facing front, even the cooks and manager. and when you are eating, they will of course serve you, but the rest who have nothing to do will be looking front. hahaha. but the food, although a pretty small selection compared to other restaurants, is really good to eat with generous portions. its the stall beside pizza house, and opposite new balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is that i know of what some person is talking, but i just can't come to agreement. 8 is just too much. And older is another thing that i just cannot accept. despite the immediate connection made since long ago. looks similar, but just not the same. i'm sorry, i just cannot come to accept. but i think what's important is that i'm bringing plenty of great friends and guidance and platform to help and that understands person situations. that's what I dont want to sabotage. I really hope person is able to find help that really helps. and in turn find destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, celibacy is hard to accept, or in my case unacceptable. so i choose to enter marriage and relationship with much optimism, despite all the bad news around. but I still trust God. isn't that faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will return to drumming and guitaring and worship. and also meeting people I have never met. life, though confusing and tough at times, will be fun and fulfilling for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-8103121429721361266?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/8103121429721361266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=8103121429721361266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8103121429721361266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8103121429721361266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-has-been-exhausting-3-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-9071223603918146377</id><published>2008-03-05T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:52:22.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0aUN_UJFDdM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0aUN_UJFDdM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this video on youtube to be very interesting and well done. It's titled "kirby and the Love Equation" where kirby is a young maths wiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-9071223603918146377?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/9071223603918146377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=9071223603918146377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/9071223603918146377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/9071223603918146377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-found-this-video-on-youtube-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-9186933352695282917</id><published>2008-03-05T02:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:33:08.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Zone supervisor, Yilun, and har boyfriend Eugene. It was their wedding few weeks back, but sadly, I missed it. Nevertheless, when I saw this video, it really touched my heart. What a beautiful couple! One of the happiest and most gorgeous weddings I've ever seen. You can see the real joy and happiness from the start till end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Yilun and Eugene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Slideshow: &lt;a href="http://www.5stonesphoto.com/photos/slideshows/eugene_lun/"&gt;http://www.5stonesphoto.com/photos/slideshows/eugene_lun/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-9186933352695282917?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/9186933352695282917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=9186933352695282917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/9186933352695282917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/9186933352695282917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-zone-supervisor-yilun-and-har.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-1428937918450911918</id><published>2008-02-29T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:33:27.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is it like a dark hole once again? deep and dark.&lt;br /&gt;where's the light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life? what is acceptance? what is friendship?&lt;br /&gt;what fills that emptiness?&lt;br /&gt;what brings satisfaction? fulfillment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many questions and yet none of them fully describes the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess God is what I hang on to. goes beyond my intelligence, because He created me.&lt;br /&gt;it's like hanging on to nothing, yet something is there that holds on to you.&lt;br /&gt;beyond understanding, yet so powerful and so real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-1428937918450911918?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/1428937918450911918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=1428937918450911918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1428937918450911918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1428937918450911918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-is-it-like-dark-hole-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-2475949030380921137</id><published>2008-02-27T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:18:28.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this in my email just today, and i find it very true from a guy's point of view. You've seen many times from the Girl's side, now here's one from the guys.&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS, its for you to read, and be successful in your rlns. Guys too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; Guy's point of view &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even written by a guy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might agree with it, but &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it actually happens 99% of girls don't realize it 'til it is too late &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that guy who did it is so frustrated that he has moved on to someone who will take notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a guys point of view: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you talk to other guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you're friends with other guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room&lt;br /&gt; and you jump up and tackle him without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without &lt;br /&gt;even acknowledging the fact that we're still there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till he morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell us we're wrong.We'll stop trying to convince you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you can quote me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Advantage of the mood im in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET US PAY FOR YOU! DON'T 'FEEL BAD' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and say 'thank you.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the beauty in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about how hott Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's boring, and we don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have girlfriends for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the word 'handsome'/'beautiful'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with 'Hey handsome!' instead of 'Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy' or whatever else you can think of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand im not sayin i wouldn't like it either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: I cannot stress this enough: IF YOU AREN'T BEING TREATED RIGHT BY A GUY, DON'T WAIT FOR HIM TO CHANGE.&gt; DITCH HIS SORRY DISGRACE-TO-THE-MALE-POPULATION ASS, AND FIND SOMEONE WHO WILL TREAT YOU WITH UTTER RESPECT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will honor your morals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will stop what theyre doing just to look you in the eyes....and say 'i love you' ..........AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****Give the nice guys a chance***** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holdin Hands- &lt;br /&gt;Girls : If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times. &lt;br /&gt;Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling- &lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold. &lt;br /&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies-&lt;br /&gt; Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder &lt;br /&gt;Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving each other- &lt;br /&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too... And mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying below the stars- &lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat &lt;br /&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers. Now make a wish about something you would like to happen Between you and your crush.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys: no grabbing!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! I like how this ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-2475949030380921137?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/2475949030380921137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=2475949030380921137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2475949030380921137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2475949030380921137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-this-in-my-email-just-today-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-1400631237006000267</id><published>2008-02-25T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:00:06.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day! and another to sleep over. It's the day dad launched his new product for the company. SQI. &lt;a href="http://www.sqisystem.com/main.asp"&gt;http://www.sqisystem.com/main.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was the hard-core videoman. it was cool. but tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i left the camera running, went to the next vacant room and took a nap, then came back right before the session ended. Just nice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to sleep. my eyes are shutting. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-1400631237006000267?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/1400631237006000267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=1400631237006000267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1400631237006000267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1400631237006000267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-day-and-another-to-sleep-over.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-6505988491883175322</id><published>2008-02-24T04:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T05:10:08.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i wanted to blog to post abit of my sorrows, but its fine, i'll leave them to someone else to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was cleaning up my drums for it's tri-monthly cleanup, and decided i should just also change all the skins on my toms which i bought long time ago. it should sound great when i tune it up tomorrow. and the gunk coming off it, it's cool. looking shiny once again. as usual after ever cleanup. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing. we were going to harvey norman at funan to purchase a sony camera for my dad's business use, and ended up we bought something else additional. another example of great sales people. imagine. dad ended up buying a 3k HD tv. and it's a HUGE one. not as huge as the one in my room though. because i use a LCD..... projector. HAHAA. and adding also a HD player, and some cable that cost 180bucks, and a wall mount. so in all it's about 4k spent in 1 night. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I am left with, 1 acoustic guitar, 1 classical guitar, 1 electrical guitar with amp and effects, 1 bass guitar with amp, and 1 drumset, and 1 electronic keyboard, all IN MY ROOM. not to mention the litte besson cornet that i bought sometime ago. what a room. and i need to USE THEM. I have almost all the equipment enough for a band. yet i'm the only one playing them. who wants to come over and jam? anybody? comeon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes too, i havent been going to church. chc that is, i dont know why. maybe it's just too irritating. all that busy-ness, and stuff. sometimes i just wish i could be just friends and enjoy with them all, they're such great people to have fun with. but it's like a trip switch. the moment it goes beyond a certain voltage, it trips and stops temporally. meanwhile, i'll be still with them anyhow. but leaving time for me to rest, and relax awhile first. have some time to be at peace, think through things, enjoy, have fun, and take a complete holiday. so i'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm free everybody! no more exams, no more nothing! lets go hang out! go chill out! explore the world! (or maybe singapore first) lets go do some sports! sea sports! ah! i can take my powerboat licence! finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and get my long hair nicely cut. now that my hair is long, what style can i try! it's seldom that i have long hair to try styling with. but maybe i will just shave it all off. no no. not yet. keep it long first. keep it long David. cut it nicely. style it nicely. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-6505988491883175322?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/6505988491883175322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=6505988491883175322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/6505988491883175322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/6505988491883175322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-i-wanted-to-blog-to-post-abit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-4521439999102960744</id><published>2008-02-23T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T03:36:41.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 papers were sucky. feels kinda risky. but nevertheless, i get some time off to rest, and work on things that i've been wanting and needing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results will be out on 14 mar 08 I heard. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since i've finished the papers, it's as if i've graduated from poly, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well.. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-4521439999102960744?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/4521439999102960744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=4521439999102960744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4521439999102960744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4521439999102960744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-1104302945436026055</id><published>2008-02-17T02:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T03:13:49.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo yo! Aaron Spears!&lt;br /&gt;He's a new kid on the drum scene, and he's really awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Check the vids out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Actdg2of4Bs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Actdg2of4Bs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_-AjFwu0giI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_-AjFwu0giI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-1104302945436026055?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/1104302945436026055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=1104302945436026055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1104302945436026055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1104302945436026055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2008/02/yo-yo-aaron-spears-hes-new-kid-on-drum.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-5618671589469509194</id><published>2008-02-16T02:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T02:29:38.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS is old news, 2005. BUT still I find it fascinating! Maybe i shall give it a try. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The McDonalds Weight Loss Program&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filed in archive what the...? by rob on July 18, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet and McDonalds aren't two words you hear together very often, but one woman is changing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A US woman claims to have lost 33 pounds by eating nothing but McDonald's for 90 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merab Morgan, of Henderson, North Carolina, began her diet because she found the Super Size Me film insulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the documentary, film maker Morgan Spurlock put on 25lbs after eating excusively at McDonald's for just one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Morgan, 35, memorised the calories in almost every menu item, and limits herself to 1,400 calories a day, reports the Detroit Free Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's kind of like the poor man's diet," said Morgan, who has tried Weight Watchers and Atkins but failed because of the time and money those plans required.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she will become the next wave of McDonalds advertising, like Jared did for Subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOURCE: &lt;a href="http://www.businesspundit.com/50226711/the_mcdonalds_weight_loss_program.php"&gt;http://www.businesspundit.com/50226711/the_mcdonalds_weight_loss_program.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-5618671589469509194?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/5618671589469509194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=5618671589469509194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/5618671589469509194'/><link 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sparked off my curiousity about my own taylor guitar, and i started to investigate. after many hours, I finally found out the exact date my guitar was crafted. so now i can properly celebrate it's birthday. haha. okay. it was the 7th guitar made on 21 Feb 1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's gonna be 12 yrs old in 8 days time! and 7 is such a perfect number! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, it has a Sitka Spruce top, and Mahogany Side and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a 1996 Taylor 410! or in present terms, a Taylor 510 without the CE. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i read that back then it was only less than USD 1000, but that was in 1992. so with inflation today, the price should roughly be the same as it is now in the 510 model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's just an estimate. the current selling price on the net is around USD1000, so about SGD 1.4k. hmm. not too bad, i bought it for SGD 1.2k at least 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so goodnight. and it's 5.20am!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taylorguitars.com/guitars/reference/dating.html"&gt;http://www.taylorguitars.com/guitars/reference/dating.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-8168626721669968551?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/8168626721669968551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=8168626721669968551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8168626721669968551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8168626721669968551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#3860B0; text-decoration:none;"&gt;travel map&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.travelpod.com/" style="font-size:10px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#3860B0; text-decoration:none;"&gt;travel blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/"&gt;Visit TripAdvisor.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.tripadvisor.com/MapEmbed?mid=17622867&amp;nop=true&amp;frm=fb"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-8549147404773471335?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/8549147404773471335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=8549147404773471335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8549147404773471335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8549147404773471335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2008/02/create-your-own-travel-map-or-travel.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-5592111858790959178</id><published>2008-02-09T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:10.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man, i realise i have so many things i can blog about after going throught the pictures in my handphone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's picture time again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last week of school, and Sili started getting sentimental about things. So much so that she wanted to take the slowest lift in the school, spanning only 2 floors, in a transparent casing. So when they got stuck midway several times, everybody was looking at them. haha. it took us 10mins for that flight of stairs normally that would only take 15seconds. so i thought it was worth a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61tQJMcpnI/AAAAAAAAAqI/-C5tbvP7YMg/s1600-h/IMAG0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61tQJMcpnI/AAAAAAAAAqI/-C5tbvP7YMg/s400/IMAG0273.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164904471777289842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this milo packet! it's puny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61tTpMcpoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/EpOj97mOCSc/s1600-h/IMAG0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61tTpMcpoI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/EpOj97mOCSc/s400/IMAG0275.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164904531906832002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's that couple in the picture? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61tU5McppI/AAAAAAAAAqY/zl-1GYeeoWU/s1600-h/IMAG0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61tU5McppI/AAAAAAAAAqY/zl-1GYeeoWU/s400/IMAG0278.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164904553381668498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this view nice? romantic? haha. what a sight right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61tV5McpqI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Bli8yU55kio/s1600-h/IMAG0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61tV5McpqI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Bli8yU55kio/s400/IMAG0280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164904570561537698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the clubhouse looks stylo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61tXZMcprI/AAAAAAAAAqo/zMErBxexMDo/s1600-h/IMAG0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61tXZMcprI/AAAAAAAAAqo/zMErBxexMDo/s400/IMAG0281.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164904596331341490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the final run of the project for Marketing Research. We printed it out. look at Seng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61xK5McpsI/AAAAAAAAAqw/mH3SZnOFV6s/s1600-h/IMAG0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61xK5McpsI/AAAAAAAAAqw/mH3SZnOFV6s/s400/IMAG0284.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164908779629487810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last page of the whole set? 1230.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61xLJMcptI/AAAAAAAAAq4/V9UuIpWouh4/s1600-h/IMAG0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61xLJMcptI/AAAAAAAAAq4/V9UuIpWouh4/s400/IMAG0283.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164908783924455122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Weishu and group presenting the Sales management project. Also the last lesson for that module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61xLpMcpuI/AAAAAAAAArA/ZMbbgHZMC1Q/s1600-h/IMAG0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61xLpMcpuI/AAAAAAAAArA/ZMbbgHZMC1Q/s400/IMAG0285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164908792514389730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elkan Ho! mom and dad feeding? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61xL5McpvI/AAAAAAAAArI/4riCBtP9vmM/s1600-h/IMAG0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61xL5McpvI/AAAAAAAAArI/4riCBtP9vmM/s400/IMAG0311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164908796809357042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat heroes! they prepared everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61xMJMcpwI/AAAAAAAAArQ/7BJVPwGtSNY/s1600-h/IMAG0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61xMJMcpwI/AAAAAAAAArQ/7BJVPwGtSNY/s400/IMAG0319.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164908801104324354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at all the food! yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61yw5McpxI/AAAAAAAAArY/i4KQ5OxUx6c/s1600-h/IMAG0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61yw5McpxI/AAAAAAAAArY/i4KQ5OxUx6c/s400/IMAG0321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164910531976144658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my cymbal. i took a pic while i was still considering whether or not to buy it. but then i got it few minutes later. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61yxZMcpyI/AAAAAAAAArg/-3bp69WIh9Q/s1600-h/IMAGE_230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61yxZMcpyI/AAAAAAAAArg/-3bp69WIh9Q/s400/IMAGE_230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164910540566079266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a pitiful car wreck. it's a Lamborghini Murceliago. but well, the newer one's out anyway. so might as well get rid of the old one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61yxpMcpzI/AAAAAAAAAro/7LQfDNiyFuY/s1600-h/IMAG0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61yxpMcpzI/AAAAAAAAAro/7LQfDNiyFuY/s400/IMAG0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164910544861046578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-5592111858790959178?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/5592111858790959178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=5592111858790959178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/5592111858790959178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/5592111858790959178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-man-i-realise-i-have-so-many-things.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R61tQJMcpnI/AAAAAAAAAqI/-C5tbvP7YMg/s72-c/IMAG0273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-8929103596829216347</id><published>2008-02-08T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:11.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally i have something interesting to blog about. At the carpark near my apartment block, i found these fresh tracks on a pretty steep slope up next to another block. that made me curious about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went to investigate on my way back home lastnight. I happened to have my camera along with me, and managed to get a picture. By looking at the steps, you can roughly guage how high and steep the slope is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R6w3OEW5a0I/AAAAAAAAAqA/-KgrFbzH68I/s1600-h/DSC06105+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R6w3OEW5a0I/AAAAAAAAAqA/-KgrFbzH68I/s400/DSC06105+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164563587514592066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my investigations, it appeared that there were no fragments of the car and paint left behind at the scene. but i did find a chrysler minivan nearby with the bumper smashed and somehow tells me it was that car. &lt;br /&gt;The driver must have either been new or unlicensed, and speeding in the carpark. and just before turning the corner, which was a bilndspot, the driver didnt have time to stop, and instead hit the curb, bounced upward, and landed while hitting the pole, causing the car, which had it's wheels possibly turning right, but quickly straightened when the driver saw the incomming car. and so the far was probably flying to the right, thus after hitting the pole, bounced toward the right, but by that time, the driver must have tried to correct the wheel, so he went up the slope pretty straight. there was no sign of accelerating or braking at all, the tracks would have been deeper.  because there was a sideway skidmark of the right tyre to the line where the car started it's uphill climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And near the top, the skidmarks suddenly turn left. the railing was observed to have been tilted, so the right side of the car must have hit  the railing, causing it to both stop and veer to the left, then the brakes must have been applied, where the darker skidmarks appear to be going downwards, in another angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i measured the width of the tracks to be around 1.8 to 2 meters, and appears to be that it was a car because of the weight at the front where the engine is. I should have taken a picture of the car. maybe i will later, if it's still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe his shoe got stuck on the accelerator pedal, or he was angry. i wonder..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-8929103596829216347?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/8929103596829216347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=8929103596829216347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8929103596829216347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8929103596829216347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-i-have-something-interesting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R6w3OEW5a0I/AAAAAAAAAqA/-KgrFbzH68I/s72-c/DSC06105+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-2698481731673727823</id><published>2008-01-29T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:48:50.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh! what a tiring week. waking up at early hours, and trying to sleep at my normal hours around 12, it's taking a toll on my eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;i wake up incredibly early in the morning to be in the car with my family, then i drive to school and then back to pick them all later. that's somehow how it works. so i've been managing to eat breakfast everyday for the past 1 week!&lt;br /&gt;and i have to skip tomorrow's because i have a cholesterol checkup at central manpower base for my national service medical checkup early in the morning at 8am. at least the upside is that i still get to eat breakfast around 10, which doesnt really leave me starving for too long. but the downside is that i'll have to wake up early yet again, i dont get my "wake up anytime i want" type of day. oh, and i have to sleep early, and get a project done up, which is due on friday. 2 projects in fact.&lt;br /&gt;and so for now, i'm going to sleep. i'm already in bed, so goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-2698481731673727823?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/2698481731673727823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=2698481731673727823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2698481731673727823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2698481731673727823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2008/01/ahh-what-tiring-week.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-3340138264795197654</id><published>2008-01-23T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:04:25.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright! finally I shall blog again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, i'll just be putting a song. Wendy just shared a ton of songs with me, and it ignited the music appreciating passion in me. which i came across this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fh1fnaZsZA4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fh1fnaZsZA4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Bocelli and Carola singing Because we believe.&lt;br /&gt;Such astounding vocals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-3340138264795197654?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/3340138264795197654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=3340138264795197654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3340138264795197654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3340138264795197654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2008/01/alright-finally-i-shall-blog-again-but.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-2235177759413893171</id><published>2007-12-30T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T02:08:46.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Guys! Merry Christmas! How did your Christmas go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a routined one. Other than the Christmas celebration at church, which was really cool. All the friends, new and old, I just want to say, it was a great year with you. Thanks for all the great times and food we shared. You gys truly changed my life, and made it better leaps and bounds. Thank you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all my other friends, in school, and everywhere, Thanks! My life wouldn't be what it is today without you being in some part of it. I really treasure the time, however little, still you made a difference. It trully was a successful year for me, because of you guys. I eagerly look forward to the many years of friendship in the future, because I know I can trust in you guys always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was anything in this year that has turned sour or bitter, lets burry the hachet shall we? Together, we leave the past, and embrace the future. In our characters and attitudes, lets strive together to be sharpened and refined. Nobody's perfect, BUT we must strive to be. Because we all have only one lifetime, we must make the right decisions, and make every year count. Not only for ourselves, but also for the better of mankind around us who might need our assistance to have a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't be mentioning names, because the list is endless. But I really thank you, deep from the depths of my heart. If you're reading this post, then it's for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you a Happy, successful, and prosperous 2008 too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-2235177759413893171?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/2235177759413893171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=2235177759413893171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2235177759413893171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2235177759413893171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-guys-merry-christmas-how-did-your.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-290429355622897656</id><published>2007-12-23T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:18.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi again world! I'm back from the ko-ld land of Korea! It was near and mostly below freezing point there, with pretty much snow, and lots of ice everywhere, and KIMCHI, which we prefered warm. (yeah Majorie?) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly a fun time. Not much because of the place, but rather the friends we made there. Singaporeans! yes! The Choo family, thats us, and the Soh family, which we knew first, then the Ong family later, and a couple of other families. We left our parents to have their "parents talk", while we thoroughly enjoyed the fun going out in the cold winter night, swimming in the icy winter, skiing, eating, shopping, riding the most thrilling rides at the theme parks, and hanging out in each other's room at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as our tour guide "mei na" said, for us all to be on the same tour group, it really is "yuan fen" or destiny/fate. But I believe it is a God appointed opportunity. Because somehow our families have quite abit in similarity, we were able to click on pretty fast, and of course, each of us played a part that fit and brought out so much fun and enjoyment during the whole time, even till the last day, it was our 3 families, Choo, Soh and Ong that had to take the earlier flight together, and sat all together on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we will be meeting each other up soon, for a Korean meal maybe? or new year. I will try to upload some photos, because I have 1007 in total, from just my 1 camera. I'll see. Just the nicer ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so surprising. I landed lastnight and it was the 22nd of December. And suddenly it hit me that tomorrow is Christmas Eve! I was pleasantly surprised and not ready at all. But I've had my share of snow for Christmas this year! Christmas songs were almost everywhere in Korea, I've had so much more of a Christmas mood there than when I'm back for just lastnight and today. What's with Singapore? Where's Christmas!! haha. Lemme try Orchard Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;So, after touch down, we traveled another 2hrs30mins to Winter Sonota Island. Actually it's just the place it was filmed. but for these pics, I'll upload them later. lets fast forward abit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to our first meal in Korea, which our tour guide proudly announced, Cao Ji Pai. In english, it's Fried Chicken Cutlet. But well, she doesn't know Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25VNn0WpbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/xROvGRf8bp0/s1600-h/DSC03968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25VNn0WpbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/xROvGRf8bp0/s400/DSC03968.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147145116646286770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries. In Korea, they're sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25VN30WpcI/AAAAAAAAAlY/_HHMAOoQHBg/s1600-h/DSC04004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25VN30WpcI/AAAAAAAAAlY/_HHMAOoQHBg/s400/DSC04004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147145120941254082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night View of our ski resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25VN30WpdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/7TCg1bRFW-Y/s1600-h/DSC04009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25VN30WpdI/AAAAAAAAAlg/7TCg1bRFW-Y/s400/DSC04009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147145120941254098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Day View. look at all that white snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25VOH0WpeI/AAAAAAAAAlo/n496wZIQddw/s1600-h/DSC04033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25VOH0WpeI/AAAAAAAAAlo/n496wZIQddw/s400/DSC04033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147145125236221410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice pic of ME in the morning! I was all ready to go skiing! Good work bro! nice photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25VOH0WpfI/AAAAAAAAAlw/j--7dNcqG9M/s1600-h/DSC04036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25VOH0WpfI/AAAAAAAAAlw/j--7dNcqG9M/s400/DSC04036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147145125236221426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the cablecar ride, at the peak of the snow mountain, chill out at such a view! literally CHILL. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25XUX0WpgI/AAAAAAAAAl4/tPvdVc6lLLk/s1600-h/DSC04056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25XUX0WpgI/AAAAAAAAAl4/tPvdVc6lLLk/s400/DSC04056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147147431633659394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pros starting their ski from the peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25XUn0WphI/AAAAAAAAAmA/-5Xo5mQihYI/s1600-h/DSC04058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25XUn0WphI/AAAAAAAAAmA/-5Xo5mQihYI/s400/DSC04058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147147435928626706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another view. how nice and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25XUn0WpiI/AAAAAAAAAmI/0zECt_NPx0o/s1600-h/DSC04073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25XUn0WpiI/AAAAAAAAAmI/0zECt_NPx0o/s400/DSC04073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147147435928626722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream on Ski mountain! nice combination eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25XU30WpjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/kqlxonHnG5g/s1600-h/DSC04104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25XU30WpjI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/kqlxonHnG5g/s400/DSC04104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147147440223594034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody spot something wrong? way wrong. some place I would never wanna visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25XU30WpkI/AAAAAAAAAmY/y-9vHjyjFK0/s1600-h/DSC04105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25XU30WpkI/AAAAAAAAAmY/y-9vHjyjFK0/s400/DSC04105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147147440223594050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telephone booth with the Soh family kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25YG30WplI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwXFtefYyac/s1600-h/DSC04115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25YG30WplI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YwXFtefYyac/s400/DSC04115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147148299217053266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we arrived at Korea's number 1 mountain attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25YHH0WpmI/AAAAAAAAAmo/u6w6PuxgS-4/s1600-h/DSC04117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25YHH0WpmI/AAAAAAAAAmo/u6w6PuxgS-4/s400/DSC04117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147148303512020578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first picture in my camera with all my whole family. Nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25YHH0WpnI/AAAAAAAAAmw/K3HS9ldWcmI/s1600-h/DSC04122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25YHH0WpnI/AAAAAAAAAmw/K3HS9ldWcmI/s400/DSC04122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147148303512020594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view. How ever do you get such pictures back home other than photographing another's photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25YHX0WpoI/AAAAAAAAAm4/oBRgY4E8UiQ/s1600-h/DSC04125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25YHX0WpoI/AAAAAAAAAm4/oBRgY4E8UiQ/s400/DSC04125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147148307806987906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a shortcut, UP to the peak. and along the way, we saw the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25hvH0WppI/AAAAAAAAAnA/pMsXyXk0vKM/s1600-h/DSC04139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25hvH0WppI/AAAAAAAAAnA/pMsXyXk0vKM/s400/DSC04139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147158886311437970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, at the peak, we had to climb somemore to reach the real peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25hvX0WpqI/AAAAAAAAAnI/9LSTTevjxxM/s1600-h/DSC04144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25hvX0WpqI/AAAAAAAAAnI/9LSTTevjxxM/s400/DSC04144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147158890606405282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's family at the lower peak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25hv30WprI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/DBj0A9XN2Xk/s1600-h/DSC04158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25hv30WprI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/DBj0A9XN2Xk/s400/DSC04158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147158899196339890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice view again. I said again because, there were so many nice views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25hw30WpsI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hBScNIhEtg8/s1600-h/DSC04159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25hw30WpsI/AAAAAAAAAnY/hBScNIhEtg8/s400/DSC04159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147158916376209090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us climbed yet highier abit more to another peak. And still, there was yet another which was the highest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25hxH0WptI/AAAAAAAAAng/ZELShBuY06I/s1600-h/DSC04175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25hxH0WptI/AAAAAAAAAng/ZELShBuY06I/s400/DSC04175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147158920671176402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another with the sun and tree. Take the time to look at the scenery pictures, and enjoy it. I'm sure you will. I've yet to find a use for these photographs other than sharing it with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25iqH0WpuI/AAAAAAAAAno/c9WrSln2Myo/s1600-h/DSC04178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25iqH0WpuI/AAAAAAAAAno/c9WrSln2Myo/s400/DSC04178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147159899923719906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway down walking to the cablecar station, I paused, and this was what I saw. sorry to Majorie who was behind. haha. I guess it was safer for me to be infront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25iqX0WpvI/AAAAAAAAAnw/imJaNrbu44Y/s1600-h/DSC04179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25iqX0WpvI/AAAAAAAAAnw/imJaNrbu44Y/s400/DSC04179.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147159904218687218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look, stand on the table, we'll get a nice shot of the 3 most gorgeous girls in our group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25iqn0WpwI/AAAAAAAAAn4/o35txGH0YbI/s1600-h/DSC04203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25iqn0WpwI/AAAAAAAAAn4/o35txGH0YbI/s400/DSC04203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147159908513654530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided not to go to some place, so we waited back at the cablecar station for the others to go someplace else, while we entertained ourselves with some phototaking and exercise combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25iq30WpxI/AAAAAAAAAoA/YNzwIGo9DMc/s1600-h/DSC04224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25iq30WpxI/AAAAAAAAAoA/YNzwIGo9DMc/s400/DSC04224.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147159912808621842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25iq30WpyI/AAAAAAAAAoI/dpyLA2QC-SM/s1600-h/DSC04225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25iq30WpyI/AAAAAAAAAoI/dpyLA2QC-SM/s400/DSC04225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147159912808621858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doors of the old cablecar. hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25jL30WpzI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/LUQjpuPl5jA/s1600-h/DSC04228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25jL30WpzI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/LUQjpuPl5jA/s400/DSC04228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147160479744304946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another nice picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25jL30Wp0I/AAAAAAAAAoY/gcszO9_ol8A/s1600-h/DSC04232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25jL30Wp0I/AAAAAAAAAoY/gcszO9_ol8A/s400/DSC04232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147160479744304962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to make the mountain. That's the energy of young people. The adults just lumbered around. Imagine if we can harness all that energy and make it to good use combined with fun. So much potential indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25jMH0Wp1I/AAAAAAAAAog/ia4A0f76mz4/s1600-h/DSC04234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25jMH0Wp1I/AAAAAAAAAog/ia4A0f76mz4/s400/DSC04234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147160484039272274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and that's where we get our energy. FOOD! Looks Good??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25jMH0Wp2I/AAAAAAAAAoo/BXb_TeXuBiQ/s1600-h/DSC04244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25jMH0Wp2I/AAAAAAAAAoo/BXb_TeXuBiQ/s400/DSC04244.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147160484039272290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are they doing at the corner? Simple. The wind was strong, and they were cold. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25udn0Wp3I/AAAAAAAAAow/lyXIHdp55KE/s1600-h/DSC04269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25udn0Wp3I/AAAAAAAAAow/lyXIHdp55KE/s400/DSC04269.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147172879314888562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we're walking around where there are no cold buildings, David's back will do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25ud30Wp4I/AAAAAAAAAo4/indfMvaNpms/s1600-h/DSC04272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25ud30Wp4I/AAAAAAAAAo4/indfMvaNpms/s400/DSC04272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147172883609855874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, after a whole day of swimming at the hot spring park, we retired to our rooms, then went out to take pictures in the cool night. The christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25ud30Wp5I/AAAAAAAAApA/Lf93fOVJw4Q/s1600-h/DSC04310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25ud30Wp5I/AAAAAAAAApA/Lf93fOVJw4Q/s400/DSC04310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147172883609855890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year 2008! with the Cinderella Carriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25ud30Wp6I/AAAAAAAAApI/P1W-0IjgIbE/s1600-h/DSC04312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25ud30Wp6I/AAAAAAAAApI/P1W-0IjgIbE/s400/DSC04312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147172883609855906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 with a rock. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25ueH0Wp7I/AAAAAAAAApQ/HKdgYoXN1cY/s1600-h/DSC04316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25ueH0Wp7I/AAAAAAAAApQ/HKdgYoXN1cY/s400/DSC04316.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147172887904823218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting under lights, nice picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25vNH0Wp8I/AAAAAAAAApY/bEVYbjjPORc/s1600-h/DSC04321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25vNH0Wp8I/AAAAAAAAApY/bEVYbjjPORc/s400/DSC04321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147173695358674882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stealing bread! Muahaha. FAKE bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25vNX0Wp9I/AAAAAAAAApg/Ki5APZi29pI/s1600-h/DSC04326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25vNX0Wp9I/AAAAAAAAApg/Ki5APZi29pI/s400/DSC04326.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147173699653642194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A king crab in the super market! the very first real one I saw! after watching so much on Discovery channel or was it national geographic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25vNn0Wp-I/AAAAAAAAApo/7sqM1SZoU9Y/s1600-h/DSC04329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25vNn0Wp-I/AAAAAAAAApo/7sqM1SZoU9Y/s400/DSC04329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147173703948609506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcades never fail to bring some fun. Bishi bashi also there in Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25vNn0Wp_I/AAAAAAAAApw/GzVe915axoI/s1600-h/DSC04339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25vNn0Wp_I/AAAAAAAAApw/GzVe915axoI/s400/DSC04339.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147173703948609522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious aiming. And that's the last picture of the night. We all went back to sleep the few hours and then it was the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25vNn0WqAI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ep9JlQ_cVD4/s1600-h/DSC04343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25vNn0WqAI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ep9JlQ_cVD4/s400/DSC04343.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147173703948609538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, this is until day 4. the other 3 days, phew, later ok. haha. enjoy these pics first! I hope you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Merry Christmas! Wishing all a Cool White Happy Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-290429355622897656?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/290429355622897656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=290429355622897656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/290429355622897656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/290429355622897656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi-again-world-im-back-from-ko-ld-land.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R25VNn0WpbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/xROvGRf8bp0/s72-c/DSC03968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-2261861176176601916</id><published>2007-12-11T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T04:53:52.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elvis Presley.&lt;br /&gt;Such an amazing man, in his music. To think he was a christian, and lived a sub-normal childhood. God must have placed something deep within him, that seed of potential, gifting and anointing, to carry out probably his destiny in his lifetime, that till today, his music and singing still never fails to impress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video on Elvis singing Amazing Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3XdXEJEI4E&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B3XdXEJEI4E&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A much lighter and happier song. Let it be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EsmtO1ZvrQo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EsmtO1ZvrQo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Such a Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXELBmegA_U&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXELBmegA_U&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RWlIY2tcWJQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RWlIY2tcWJQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas moods.. white christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ZvckRkNFQc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ZvckRkNFQc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Come All Ye Faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_3-KBTCRok&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_3-KBTCRok&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BDRXFuxBHf4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BDRXFuxBHf4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyday could be just like christmas. i like some of the pictures inside. and also the song. haha. i've only heard it 2 times, but i think it's one of the best christmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g319FWrHxmY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g319FWrHxmY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace in the valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/96IhveQn92g&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/96IhveQn92g&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. this one is hilarious. apparently he forgot his lyrics, and joked about it, and still, he sang his heart out and wowed the audience. so much for the king of rock, he still was a human inside. What a humble man he was. And actually, this was supposedly also his last concert. he died shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hr8VEcbSw48&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hr8VEcbSw48&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another christian song, Take My Hand, Precious Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fw8tOcrKLhg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fw8tOcrKLhg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Sweet Spirit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/14x_MuBwS28&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/14x_MuBwS28&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He touched me! remember the song we sang at Bennny Hinn's?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vG-R47ibkKw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vG-R47ibkKw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "How Great Thou Art"?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nf0vJiyeLIo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nf0vJiyeLIo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some other nice gospel songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hig_GJB5N2I&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hig_GJB5N2I&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitaire, remember the song Clay Aiken sang on American idol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vTP4xWXafOw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vTP4xWXafOw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a chunk from Wikipedia about Elvis's younger days. You'll realise that he was such an ordinary, if not below ordinary kid. But did that all matter later in his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Presley's father, Vernon (April 10, 1916–June 26, 1979), had several low-paying jobs, including sharecropper and truck driver. His mother, Gladys Love Smith (April 25, 1912–August 14, 1958) worked as a sewing machine operator. They met in Tupelo, Mississippi, and eloped to Pontotoc County where they married on June 17, 1933.[3][4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presley was born in a two room house, built by his father, in East Tupelo. He was the second of identical twins—his brother was stillborn and given the name Jesse Garon. He grew up as an only child and "was, everyone agreed, unusually close to his mother."[5] The family lived just above the poverty line and attended the Assembly of God church.[6]b Vernon has been described as "a malingerer, always averse to work and responsibility."[7] In 1938, he was jailed for an eight dollar check forgery. During his absence, his wife, described as "voluble, lively, full of spunk",[8] lost the family home.[9] Priscilla Presley recalls her as "a surreptitious drinker and alcoholic."[10]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presley was bullied at school; classmates threw "things at him—rotten fruit and stuff—because he was different... quiet and he stuttered and he was a mama's boy."[11]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age ten, he made his first public performance in a singing contest at the Mississippi-Alabama Fair and Dairy Show. Dressed as a cowboy, the young Presley had to stand on a chair to reach the microphone and sang Red Foley's "Old Shep." He won second prize.[12]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1946, Presley got his first guitar.[13] In November 1948, the family moved to Memphis, Tennessee, allegedly because Vernon—in addition to needing work—had to escape the law for transporting bootleg liquor.[9][14] In 1949, they lived at Lauderdale Courts, a public housing development in one of Memphis' poorer sections. Presley practiced playing guitar in the laundry room and also played in a five-piece band with other tenants.[15] Another resident, Johnny Burnette, recalled, "Wherever Elvis went he'd have his guitar slung across his back... [H]e'd go in to one of the cafes or bars... Then some folks would say: 'Let's hear you sing, boy.'"[16] Presley attended L. C. Humes High School, but fellow students apparently viewed the young singer's performing unfavorably: One recalled that he was "a sad, shy, not especially attractive boy" whose guitar playing was not likely to win any prizes. Many of the other children made fun of him as a 'trashy' kind of boy playing 'trashy' hillbilly music."[17]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presley occasionally worked evenings to boost the family income.[18] He began to grow his sideburns and dress in the wild, flashy clothes of Lansky Brothers on Beale Street.[19] He stood out, especially in the conservative Deep South of the 1950s, and was mocked and bullied for it.[15] Despite his unpopularity, he was a contestant in his school's 1952 "Annual Minstrel Show"[15] and won by receiving the most applause and thus an encore (he sang "Cold Cold Icy Fingers" and "Till I Waltz Again With You").[16]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation, Presley was still rather shy, a "kid who had spent scarcely a night away from home".[20] His third job was driving a truck for the Crown Electric Company. He began wearing his hair longer with a "ducktail"—the style of truck drivers at that time.[21]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to hear some of his music, you can listen to it here, i found this on google. &lt;a href="http://www.estadistica.cl/public_disk/Musika/Elvis%20Presley/"&gt;http://www.estadistica.cl/public_disk/Musika/Elvis%20Presley/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-2261861176176601916?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/2261861176176601916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=2261861176176601916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2261861176176601916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2261861176176601916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/12/elvis-presley.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-1621030385235272038</id><published>2007-12-04T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:18.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so, i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an enlightening trip, so as was it revelating and rejuvenating. Back and armed with knowledge for wisdom and freedom and power. What a nice place that was, supernaturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, my CGL and beloved mentor Zhipeng is officially married to Tiffany! Congratulations! and before the wedding, I went to get my black pants altered, jeans altered before malaysia, and I got 2 new pairs of shoes. one italian Empoli, and another a new nike pair. check it out below! a pink shirt too, for the wedding dinner, Empoli too, cost like $65. thanks mom. haha. the leather shoes cost 170+ and nike's 135. awesome shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be going yet again, over the sea soon. so farewell again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R1RCz17aTDI/AAAAAAAAAlA/X7Zxp_MuBm0/s1600-R/DSC03486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R1RCz17aTDI/AAAAAAAAAlA/7HvpGTw4iOk/s400/DSC03486.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139806533153606706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the wedding, pic of the guys. photo grabbed from Rachel's facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-855.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v150/61/114/726829855/n726829855_300126_7189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://photos-855.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v150/61/114/726829855/n726829855_300126_7189.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-1621030385235272038?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/1621030385235272038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=1621030385235272038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1621030385235272038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1621030385235272038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-so-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/R1RCz17aTDI/AAAAAAAAAlA/7HvpGTw4iOk/s72-c/DSC03486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-2123772613929713849</id><published>2007-11-30T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T14:23:05.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elf-ed!! check us out. Stef, Peng, Nana, and me. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1114626870"&gt;http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1114626870&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season greetings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-2123772613929713849?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/2123772613929713849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=2123772613929713849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2123772613929713849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2123772613929713849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/elf-ed-check-us-out.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-4260368404010224521</id><published>2007-11-30T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T02:23:58.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>byebye world. or at least the world that i know. i will be going over the sea to another land for a few days. and i hope it will be fun. i really do. sigh. with this, i will once again miss the first service at jurong west. it's alright, my pacifier will be my daughter who will be there also. i hope. this is david signing off his emo post. though he is thoroughly enjoying the cool breeze all day long. he would like to just lie at the beach or something, and rest. but what fun is it without another? he will try to be alone for once, and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-4260368404010224521?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/4260368404010224521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=4260368404010224521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4260368404010224521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4260368404010224521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/byebye-world.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-2390294738265222413</id><published>2007-11-28T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T14:37:51.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog is now something like my diary or a log book of my days.&lt;br /&gt;my last post was friday! and so, sunday was the last service at expo for me for a long time i suppose. its now back to jurong west. once again, this weekend i'll be in malaysia. then commontests are coming soon, then after that, to korea, then christmas, and that concludes a year.&lt;br /&gt;i've been searching for clothes, shoes and some other stuff. so far, i've got a couple of shirts. more to be done on my list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-2390294738265222413?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/2390294738265222413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=2390294738265222413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2390294738265222413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2390294738265222413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-blog-is-now-something-like-my-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-428158826733904699</id><published>2007-11-28T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T03:56:18.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a COUPLE of cats. they talk cat language to each other. haha. lovey dovey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf' flashvars='id=4931646&amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3D1435088&amp;imUrl=http%25253A%25252F%25252Fvideo.yahoo.com%25252Fvideo%25252Fplay%25253Fei%25253DUTF-8%252526vid%25253D1435088&amp;imTitle=Two%252BCats&amp;searchUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/search/video?p=&amp;profileUrl=http://video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;creatorValue=al9zdHJ1bW1lcg%3D%3D&amp;vid=1435088' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='425' height='350'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an AMAZING Drum Soloist!&lt;br /&gt;check out the music from 7mins. thats where the exciting part starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf' 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title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/428158826733904699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/428158826733904699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/couple-of-cats.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-1805824003943212058</id><published>2007-11-23T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T01:40:08.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A hilarious email i recieved. hahahaha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having dug to a depth of 1000 meters last year, Swedish scientists found traces of copper wire dating back 1000 years and came to the conclusion that their ancestors already had a telephone network more than 1000 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be outdone by the Swedes, in the weeks that followed, English scientists dug to a depth of 2000 meters and shortly after headlines in the UK newspapers read; English archaeologists have found traces of 2000 year old fiber-optic cable and have concluded that their ancestors already had an advanced high-tech digital communications network a thousand years earlier than the Swedes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One week later, Malaysian newspapers reported the following: After digging as deep as 5000 meters in padi fields in Kedah, Malaysian scientists have found absolutely nothing. They, therefore, have concluded that 5000 years ago, Malaysian's inhabitants were already using wireless technology. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MALAYSIA BOLEH!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-1805824003943212058?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/1805824003943212058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=1805824003943212058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1805824003943212058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1805824003943212058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/hilarious-email-i-recieved.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-1347503429624528</id><published>2007-11-23T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T01:15:13.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a night. i shant get over emotional today. because it just seems good to me. everything's good. i was woken up before my time. hahaha. yes i was called out of bed, and into a cool day. i tried hard to find a pair of running shoes at ps, but i wasnt in the right awakened state to make a rational decision, so i kinda floated around, tried some shirts instead, and made my emo hair look in the mirror. hahaha. but alll the shirts didn't fit either. boring. thought i could get some good stuff to wear. but well, good news is that year end sale is coming! and mostly, i suppose they'll fit my size. hahaha. and so, there was rtf also, and whats left is a nice cool room, with angels! can i always be this happy? Yes i can! and also partly was because i opened the window, such a strong cool breeze. natural and refreshing. maybe i'm getting more oxygen thats why. haha. but it still is lovely, and nice music, and a new book to read, Men's Relational Toolbox. COOL~ i meant the breeze. and i'm so in love with it! that's me. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-1347503429624528?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/1347503429624528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=1347503429624528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1347503429624528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1347503429624528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-night.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-3175818324165855010</id><published>2007-11-22T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T12:49:01.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who am I... that you would place eternity, into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I... that you would know me from the start, set me apart.&lt;br /&gt;You have given to me, more than this world could give, my purpose is found in you.&lt;br /&gt;One life, I lay at your altar.&lt;br /&gt;One heart, broken to you.&lt;br /&gt;Use me again, fill me as you hold my outstretched hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days of busy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out wif my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I am fantasizing, dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just fall asleep. but its 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;who cares. zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-3175818324165855010?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/3175818324165855010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=3175818324165855010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3175818324165855010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3175818324165855010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-7628322472445318220</id><published>2007-11-21T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T20:30:51.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. &lt;br /&gt;In the room of 200, he asked, 'Who would like this $20 bill?' Hands started going up. &lt;br /&gt;He said, 'I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this.'&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill.&lt;br /&gt;He then asked, 'Who still wants it?' &lt;br /&gt;Still the hands were up in the air. &lt;br /&gt;Well, he replied, 'What if I do this?' &lt;br /&gt;And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. &lt;br /&gt;He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. &lt;br /&gt;'Now, who still wants it?' &lt;br /&gt;Still the hands went into the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. &lt;br /&gt;No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. &lt;br /&gt;It was still worth $20. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. &lt;br /&gt;We feel as though we are worthless. &lt;br /&gt;But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who do love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, &lt;br /&gt;but by WHO WE ARE and WHOSE WE ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are special!&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever forget that.'&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings, not your problems.&lt;br /&gt;And remember: amateurs built the ark .. professionals built the Titanic. &lt;br /&gt;If God brings you to it - He will bring you through it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-7628322472445318220?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/7628322472445318220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=7628322472445318220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7628322472445318220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7628322472445318220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-known-speaker-started-off-his.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-6137483536928829776</id><published>2007-11-20T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:00:59.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a few days have I?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, its down to a busy weekend. I had a pile up, and more to come for the next few weeks till the end of the year. Time seems to fly suddenly. I'm getting my allowance sooner and sooner it seems. and there's been projects, and assignments, and commontests coming up, and all that stuff. but fret not, i will live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long day tomorrow, and i'll see. ha ha. Tired and random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock strikes 12, and i'm off~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-6137483536928829776?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/6137483536928829776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=6137483536928829776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/6137483536928829776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/6137483536928829776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-havent-blogged-in-few-days-have-i-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-4293543882941690666</id><published>2007-11-18T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:18.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rz8SqMUBbiI/AAAAAAAAAk4/QM0h2gRJjRU/s1600-h/DSC02404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rz8SqMUBbiI/AAAAAAAAAk4/QM0h2gRJjRU/s400/DSC02404.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133842616294665762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it? It was taken by me, with 2 human subjects inside. This is the original photo, with only brightness and contrast adjusting. And so manmy people had different views about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gin - saw someone holdingup specs, looking at something, and afraid to know more when i said there were 2 people. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pris - see's 1 person, says it's me, then when i said there were 2, she asked if that was my crush, then she see's a pair of lovers in the background kissing. then asks if the other person is in my shirt, and that it's harder than Alevels. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel - he sees a guy with a facemask, and asks if it is graffiti. "looked like some Linkin Park styled grafitti artist doing a bright colored canvas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess - i wont put down what she said, but it is the most incredibly accurate description!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you - What's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-4293543882941690666?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/4293543882941690666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=4293543882941690666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4293543882941690666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4293543882941690666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-is-it-it-was-taken-by-me-with-2.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rz8SqMUBbiI/AAAAAAAAAk4/QM0h2gRJjRU/s72-c/DSC02404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-893542223197929467</id><published>2007-11-17T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T02:52:29.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another post for today.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up ready for class, only to be told it had been cancelled. and so, i went to office instead, to see what i could achieve. but then soon mom picked me up to DC, and adventure started. we went around Singapore, buying books with the others. I bought a couple, and some stuff. and it was the day my slippers gave way. I struggled around the place and bought a new pair of leather ones. still getting used to it. haha. then went to the Ikea and courts at tampines or something. its SUPER HUGE. great day. I learnt new things from pst david, and met pst yk and his family. I'm so excited for the trip now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dig inside, it was torture and torment. but i just couldn't come to it. I just had to let it rest. but with God's grace, and the company of such awesome people, I caught a new vision of things. Many times I was on the verge, but I stood. and the fellowship overpowered it. But upon reaching home, I was faced with the grim reality yet again. still, it isn't gone as that easily. but i'm aware of whats happening around, and it's a war, a fight to stay focused, its the grace. The Grace of God. This is the life around me. I will not reject it, or run away and find another. But I will sit around, and bring Jesus in, and cast the unseen that don't belong, out. Because, after it all, it is still me in the end. It is within me that i battle, and He who is in me is Greater than he who is in the world! I'm emo but not emo. i'm on the verge, but i'm hanging on. I've been living off the wrong substance, and I'm trying to return to the source. Because its only the living water that I will never thirst again! I'm sure that will help alot of everything and everybody around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imperfect, yet accepted. Incomplete, yet loved. walking to salvation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-893542223197929467?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/893542223197929467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=893542223197929467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/893542223197929467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/893542223197929467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-post-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-6173332654632571369</id><published>2007-11-16T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:18.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets blog about today. i woke up to yet another afternoon. Had a fun time video calling, and playing minesweeper. then flew to national library and SMU to do the project, which I just contributed my presence and entertainment. Then I was chauffered home.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty emo half of the day, with something bothering my heart. But then it seemed like everything was telling and teaching me to look at the positive side of life, having a can do winning attitude in the face of problems. The CD that mom n dad put on in the car was about that, and so was the leadership files, and last sunday's msg, and my leader who was one like that. So was I, and so will I be. I'm really convinced that it's God speaking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;WINNING  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote - ' All right, they're on our left, they're on our right, they're in front of us, they're behind us.... they can't get away this time.' - Chesty Puller (USMC, when surrounded by 8 enemy divisions during the Korean War.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're going to love this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leader is a winner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They own a winning attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look like they're winning even when they're not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a winning spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph looks like a winner even in chains, sold as a slave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still looks like a winner in prison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stands tall, walks straight, clear purpose in his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughs at difficulties and is unmoved by challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He becomes the Prime Minister of Egypt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We win from the inside out, not the outside in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out with you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rp2xPfK7vQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/k_pGrI92mOc/s1600-h/philsig2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rp2xPfK7vQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/k_pGrI92mOc/s400/philsig2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088418033622039810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-6173332654632571369?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/6173332654632571369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=6173332654632571369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/6173332654632571369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/6173332654632571369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/lets-blog-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rp2xPfK7vQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/k_pGrI92mOc/s72-c/philsig2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-9220177571222137208</id><published>2007-11-15T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:26:44.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Volatile Emotions. A sea of uncertainty. A race to keep the boat on course, Correcting after each unexpected change of weather or current. Am I ready? should I have even started on this voyage? Maybe I wasn't ready for this challenge. But there's no turning back now, We will sail the journey with Jesus. Accepting that storms and unexpected changes are all part of the journey of life. What will keep us going is the VISION of the DESTINATION. That is the will to keep us afloat, keep us constantly struggling to point the right direction. We will need all 3, Faith, Hope, and Love for this Journey, incredible amounts of them. And also help from above. What a race, what a challenge, but we will go through victorious!&lt;br /&gt;Slow and steady wins this race. Generous givers are needed, and so are secure people, people who are preeeety secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled and found this article online. Its really encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 13:6 - So we say with confidence, "The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have security means to have a firm foundation in the Lord. A strong foundation brings perfect security. Security comes with perfect peace and the protection of the Lord. Man will always be there to bring you down and make you feel insecure, but remember who you are in the Lord. The enemy will always be at your doorstep. He is always trying to steal, kill and destroy the ministry that the Lord has called you to, but remember who you are in the Lord. You are a child of the living God. You are an heir with Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little Indian boy had to stay away from his parents for one night. It was a very hard thing for his father to do, but with the Indian customs, he also had to give his son the chance to enter into manhood. The little boy was terrified, but did as he was told. He spent the entire night alone in the woods. Many times, he was afraid because of all the noises he heard through the night. What this boy did not know was that his father was standing not too far away from him behind a tree. His father watched over him and never took his eyes off his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do we forget that the Lord's eyes are on us. When we feel or think that we are alone, think again. When we are in the ditch and no-one is there to take us out, think again. When the enemy comes to you at your weakest, look unto the Father who is also standing not too far away from you. Find your comfort in Jesus who will be your security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count it as pure joy to know that no matter what comes your way today, your security is in the Lord. Security in the Lord is knowing that you completely trust in the Lord and that He will work all things out according to His will for your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-9220177571222137208?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/9220177571222137208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=9220177571222137208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/9220177571222137208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/9220177571222137208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/volatile-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-4241645096351346915</id><published>2007-11-15T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:58:13.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dinner to remember</title><content type='html'>A dinner to remember .... a heart warming story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you," I responded. &lt;br /&gt;"Just the two of us."&lt;br /&gt;She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, "she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting". We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I did to not get to do anything for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU!" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this along to everyone with an aging parent, to a child, to an adult, to anyone with a parent. Here's hoping today is better than yesterday and tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-4241645096351346915?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/4241645096351346915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=4241645096351346915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4241645096351346915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4241645096351346915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/dinner-to-remember.html' title='A dinner to remember'/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-6430207937741978351</id><published>2007-11-14T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:18.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>David Choo.&lt;br /&gt;Guard your heart for out of it flows the issues of life.&lt;br /&gt;Your gentleness has made me great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove at lightning speed to bring my sister to school ahead of her exam. We reached in record time. And then to Destiny Centre for a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to melvin's for a pasta, soup and rice meal, with mahjong, movies, uno, and then to home. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the cooks of the night. and ziying too, somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RzscN-20uCI/AAAAAAAAAko/zR0Z-1wjZ1A/s1600-h/DSC02247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RzscN-20uCI/AAAAAAAAAko/zR0Z-1wjZ1A/s400/DSC02247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132727226855634978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's us. all so engrossed in the magical attracting power of the tv that i dont think any of them realise i took the picture. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RzscOu20uDI/AAAAAAAAAkw/RMbXkVLOr6k/s1600-h/DSC02252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RzscOu20uDI/AAAAAAAAAkw/RMbXkVLOr6k/s400/DSC02252.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132727239740536882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-6430207937741978351?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/6430207937741978351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=6430207937741978351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/6430207937741978351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/6430207937741978351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/david-choo.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RzscN-20uCI/AAAAAAAAAko/zR0Z-1wjZ1A/s72-c/DSC02247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-7602836855440486328</id><published>2007-11-14T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:19.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. Lets talk about TODAY again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I woke up. haha. and that was 30mins into lesson time. Reached school 5mins in class before we had to evacuate for the next. and so, we had lunch, and then for lecture, and thanks to dad and mom who drove my forgotten adapter down to school so i could live. and then tutorial, which was cool, and project till 10pm. yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just submitted my part not long ago. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's a storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a guy called David, who was driving along the west coast, when the dinosour he caught on the faber mountain licked him and found him tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RzoLFYGqtWI/AAAAAAAAAkU/OvjoA6qyEcE/s1600-h/storyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RzoLFYGqtWI/AAAAAAAAAkU/OvjoA6qyEcE/s400/storyline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132426912339768674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, with one CHOMP, swallowed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, right after that, immediately falls asleep after the huge sumptious meal. David however, SURVIVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RzoMwoGqtXI/AAAAAAAAAkc/H9BqdP4u_uw/s1600-h/IMAGE_264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RzoMwoGqtXI/AAAAAAAAAkc/H9BqdP4u_uw/s400/IMAGE_264.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132428754880738674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently being eaten up has now become Normal, and will be attempted more often in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-7602836855440486328?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/7602836855440486328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=7602836855440486328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7602836855440486328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7602836855440486328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RzoLFYGqtWI/AAAAAAAAAkU/OvjoA6qyEcE/s72-c/storyline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-909414119075197933</id><published>2007-11-13T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T03:21:39.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A last post before i sleep. Carola's videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is one of her newer songs När Löven Faller sung live. Beautiful. I think i prefer the vocals to the song. impressive. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFh0NQ4BQ7A&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dFh0NQ4BQ7A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then another one when she was probably just past 14, in 1983, singing Främling. And guess what, her looks are simply dazzling, and her voice just as impactful. Red hair. imagine having that in 1983. hahaha. Her actions have always been as vigorous, till today. her dressing makes her look like a guy, but yet has feminine parts in it, like the belt, and collar. haha. intersting. she looks like a boy too. and the voice sounds like one at the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l1vwnl1jFK8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l1vwnl1jFK8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next i'll probably be posting celine dion's but maybe not. haha. still prefer carola for now. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-909414119075197933?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/909414119075197933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=909414119075197933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/909414119075197933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/909414119075197933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-post-before-i-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-8070180678248228658</id><published>2007-11-13T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:19.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's like deja vu isn't it? I start my post once again, with the minute i woke up. Oh well, I got chased to bed lastnight, and was woken up by my heart. an sms of a damsel in a mess. poorthing. and so there was breakfast with eggs bread and milo. and a visit to the ever so kind doctor, and then a tour of a couple of singapore's scenic high spots, with lush greenery, vibrant flowers, and green water. Not to mention a couple of mosquitoes too. It was fun and awesome overall. here goes some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RziBYcnXRJI/AAAAAAAAAj8/od780hzRWSc/s1600-h/IMAGE_239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RziBYcnXRJI/AAAAAAAAAj8/od780hzRWSc/s400/IMAGE_239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131994032386819218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I almost got eaten up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RziBYsnXRKI/AAAAAAAAAkE/MMcFWTTMN5E/s1600-h/IMAGE_265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RziBYsnXRKI/AAAAAAAAAkE/MMcFWTTMN5E/s400/IMAGE_265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131994036681786530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had gymming later on with my bro, and boy, i think my muscles are so gonna ache tmr. haha.&lt;br /&gt;now, IB and MRSH. here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and this video below is the first time i ever was impresed by ballet. i remember once i fell asleep during a show at esplanade. but this is incredible. i mean, i'm so not into ballet, even more, guys, but its just impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1uFt4BcmuM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1uFt4BcmuM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-8070180678248228658?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/8070180678248228658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=8070180678248228658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8070180678248228658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8070180678248228658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-like-deja-vu-isnt-it-i-start-my.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RziBYcnXRJI/AAAAAAAAAj8/od780hzRWSc/s72-c/IMAGE_239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-3845042149942333509</id><published>2007-11-12T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T02:27:15.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day. An incredible sermon by pst Ulf. After so many years, He's still one i look up to! I woke up later than usual on a sunday, and reached church only slightly before the start of service, and that made me really unhappy. but well, anyway, It cheered me up when I saw my daughter along the way! such a coincidence. Then there was also Carola who came from Scandinavia with Pst Ulf to perform for us. man, it was Incredible! Here's the song she sang. Invindcible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ne2SbsB-jPo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ne2SbsB-jPo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-3845042149942333509?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/3845042149942333509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=3845042149942333509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3845042149942333509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3845042149942333509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-day_12.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-4483581958908130999</id><published>2007-11-11T03:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T03:36:24.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day. Jess called me up and got me to print songsheets. Nice. and that was my morning call. The next time I was conscious was when Jon appeared in my room. And there, cell began. I played praise with Jon again. Cool! haha. Burnt out the corner of my pick, and a guitar string. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought Jem some drum stuff after cell. And I flew over to Farrer Park MRT for Priscilia and Isaac's wedding. haha. My beloved fellow cell member from many years ago. And there was Beeleng, Jeremy, Sandy and also Yuling! Yo Yo! haha. had a fun time eating and taking pictures. Miss them man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I later went to meet the remnents of my current cell group members who just finished a movie at Vivo. And so it was a fun time too. I'm starting to get to know Vivo much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service tmr. Pst Ulf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-4483581958908130999?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/4483581958908130999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=4483581958908130999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4483581958908130999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4483581958908130999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-day_11.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-4481411048192981064</id><published>2007-11-10T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T03:01:18.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was much better. I spent hours reading the Angelic Encounters book. And hence, slept real late. I was worried I wouldnt wake up in time for tutorial. So I set the alarm. i was so anxious i didn't slp well, and woke up several times to check the clock. but in the end, it was mom who woke me up at the exact minute my class started. and so, somehow, dad was on his way somewhere, and i got a lift to school. 45mins late. how nice. and teacher praised me for not barging into class. and things went perfectly fine. So was lecture, which was pretty much a bore, except for the pictures of vietnam. And then to cold storage with Stef n Peng and Elisa? we had a great time. shopping, and taking pics of the stuff there. Send me the pics soon! they're really funny. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-4481411048192981064?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/4481411048192981064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=4481411048192981064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4481411048192981064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4481411048192981064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-was-much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-5536710127041361579</id><published>2007-11-09T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:57:22.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life in front of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Computer screen, TV screen, handphone screen, projector screen.&lt;br /&gt;Has our visual life been limited only to a rectangle of light?&lt;br /&gt;That's probably why so many people wear specs. Do you realise that our eyes can see so much more, and a much wider view than any form of digital media can contain? The recording capabilities are only a mere minute fraction of what the actual scene is, and also what our human eye can see. &lt;br /&gt;Try going to a high scenic spot. Be captivated of the wide and beautiful view you see. now try to capture it on say, a camera. How much can you capture? only a fraction of the horizon right?&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and videos no matter how advanced, can only be a mere subsitution of bringing a glimpse of the reality to another place. Don't settle for it. Aspire to experience it first hand.&lt;br /&gt;Looking however, from the other point of view, if you lived your life in a certain place, with a lack of finances and ability to see the real things, then it's actually also a really good way to see the world at a cost almost close to nothing. But then also, pay for things later on like, medical bills, from the lack of exercise, eyecare bills, electrical bills, hardware bills.&lt;br /&gt;Get a life. There's so much fun out there. If only there would be a power shutdown in the World for 1 day. Maybe then we would learn to get out there and experience the real beauty of the world, and society.&lt;br /&gt;Technology is great. Lets use it to maximise the potential of our lives, but lets be determined never to be handicapped by it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-5536710127041361579?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/5536710127041361579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=5536710127041361579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/5536710127041361579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/5536710127041361579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-in-front-of-screen.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-7637192148916570181</id><published>2007-11-08T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T16:52:16.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dun be emo. Dun be. Really, Dont.&lt;br /&gt;But I will be emo when i have a lack of sleep, or after i've just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;So i should sleep more. I need to lean on God more. I guess its because i'm getting dazed and weak, thats y it's harder to guard my heart. But i have to. because out of it flows the issues of life.&lt;br /&gt;I won't say i'll fight, but i'll be asking help from above. It should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the condition of your room is the expression of what's inside your heart. my room has been clean in the recent months, really tidy. Only recently, it has suddenly become like a junk yard. hai. I guess you know. its time to tidy up, and the time is NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be joining my cell guys for chomp chomp later. I'll be going somewhere with my parents. It feels abit like i've lost the passion for them suddenly. how. what do i do? I'm gonna have to grab it back. life! ahh. Save Me Lord, I can't do this alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-7637192148916570181?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/7637192148916570181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=7637192148916570181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7637192148916570181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7637192148916570181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/dun-be-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-7847289144671940378</id><published>2007-11-08T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T02:28:37.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so whats up today?&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice night. Resting. Until the alarm rang. it was time for my drum lesson.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my teacher at my door right after I left my bed. Still half asleep. haha. But it was a good lesson. of doing the same thing the whole time. haha. but it was fruitful. It seriously was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i had to rush down to school for a project meeting, which eventually became pizzahut at bukit timah plaza. I had 2 $10bills in my wallet. and after that, only 1 was left. ahh. i'm not gonna eat for the next 5days or something. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back home, to watch movie after movie. Starting from American Pie: the naked mile, then blades of glory, evan almighty, and finally knocked up. Quite a fare share of vulgarities in the shows, except evan almighty, which i got revelations from. and i was inspired. i want to watch it few more times. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whats next? time to do project. yea. i think i have some to do. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David. FOCUS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-7847289144671940378?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/7847289144671940378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=7847289144671940378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7847289144671940378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7847289144671940378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-whats-up-today-it-was-nice-night.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-1050459119044100721</id><published>2007-11-06T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:24:36.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guard your heart, for out of it flows the issues of life. yeah man. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Yishun. Drove to school earlier, and then all the way to pick dad from work. but I managed, by the grace of God. Every turn was perfect. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now chilling in bed. nothing like my humble nest. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-1050459119044100721?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/1050459119044100721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=1050459119044100721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1050459119044100721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1050459119044100721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/guard-your-heart-for-out-of-it-flows.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-2227412392686060205</id><published>2007-11-06T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T03:03:44.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you do, when depression comes knocking back on your door again? You once successfully kicked it right out, back into its dark ravines where it came from. But now it's crawled the long journey right back to your home, and is prying for a way in. Through any windows or backdoors left unlocked. It's lurking, I feel it near. I need a dog to bark it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want God's presence. more of the holy Spirit in my life. In me. I want to fall deeply in love again. I miss the times, I want to be the saltiest salt, and the brightest light in the darkness and tastelessness out there. Lord your mercy endures forever. You have been Good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't You Lord, take a look at our hands,&lt;br /&gt;Everything we have, use it for Your plan.&lt;br /&gt;Won't You Lord, take a look at our hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Mould it refine it, As you set us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to run to the altar,&lt;br /&gt;and catch the fire,&lt;br /&gt;and stand in the gap, &lt;br /&gt;between the living and the dead&lt;br /&gt;Give us a heart of compassion,&lt;br /&gt;for a world without vision,&lt;br /&gt;we will make a difference,&lt;br /&gt;bringing hope to our land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will answer the call&lt;br /&gt;To build this church without walls&lt;br /&gt;Let your glory be shown&lt;br /&gt;Bring salvation to the lost&lt;br /&gt;To the lost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-2227412392686060205?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/2227412392686060205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=2227412392686060205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2227412392686060205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2227412392686060205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-do-you-do-when-depression-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-884089134268128211</id><published>2007-11-05T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:20:23.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today. Nice sleep. i slept after blogging lastnight around 4, and woke up slightly past noon. nice sleep. haha. Thank God for the perfect weather. It was just after a rain, and the wind was moderately strong. I opened my windows to let the air in, and wow, it was like heaven. I leaned back, and wondered of heaven would be the same. haha. and then dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, inside me, there's still a classical side. I think I blogged few days ago about how I heard classical music accidentally, and the sound of the violin immeditely struck a chord inside my memories. I so love the piano sound too. I came across this song, pianopieceofsena, by Minami. Beautiful. I'm gonna leave it there for awhile. for as long as it pleases my ears. haha. soothing.. I want to play like her on the piano someday. But actually somehow It's getting on my nerves cos i've listened too it too many times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym later. sweat it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-884089134268128211?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/884089134268128211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=884089134268128211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/884089134268128211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/884089134268128211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/today.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-1318513096895649627</id><published>2007-11-05T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T03:23:19.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day. after bridging with them, I drove them home. It wasn't until 2 that i reached home myself, and started taking apart my camera to keep. and I realise there was dust in my CCD. ahhh. i'm gonna clean it out and never remove my lens ever again. And so, transferred lots of stuff to and fro Janell's HD. till by the time i was to slp, it was nearly time to wake up. so I didn't slp.&lt;br /&gt;Went for breakfast, and arrived at service, only to fall asleep numerous time throughout. but nevertheless, I caught something, and it was a great service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then to airport to bridge. and I will NEVER want to go there to fellowship ever again. Its so out of the way that i took almost 1.30-2 hrs just to reach home. so forget it. town is a much better option anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, i crashed the moment i reached home. and just woke up, now hungry. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-1318513096895649627?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/1318513096895649627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=1318513096895649627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1318513096895649627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1318513096895649627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-day_05.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-8638843633346623622</id><published>2007-11-04T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T06:32:32.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found this online that boosts up your vista totally. but you have to compromise on the windows settings abit lar. try it out. my vista now is fast like crazy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petri.co.il/tweaking_window_vista_performance.htm"&gt;http://www.petri.co.il/tweaking_window_vista_performance.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-8638843633346623622?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/8638843633346623622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=8638843633346623622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8638843633346623622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8638843633346623622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-found-this-online-that-boosts-up-your.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-7662882169920079446</id><published>2007-11-03T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T03:29:05.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its me, blogging about my day again.&lt;br /&gt;I had a rough night. and by the time i nearly could fall asleep, i saw the lights in the room across mine turn on. actually i think i was woken up. but nevertheless, i did get some sleep, but it wasnt good enough. and thanks to steph who gave peng n i morning call. haha. i was the first one in lecture. between 3 of us lar. haha. and i kinda flew thru it, learnt abit here n there. but its interesting. marketing research. haha. then was tutorial, which was kinda boring. crammed class. and then lecture, which i mostly slept through. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and mom came to pick me, when sis called just in time to get me buy stuff to feed her from cold storage. yeah, i did. groceries were a burden due to my muscle aches. but i managed. and it was only awhile later i flew out to meet val for dinner. at ljs. haha. clam chowder. shiok! gave her a lift home. poor thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then was at jess house with zp, jon n jy to pract for praise n worship. fun time. and finally reached home near 1am. now, yeah. i need to sleep. so goodnight. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, if you want to scan your computer for virus for free, here's a website i reccomend. I use it often. its &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xblock.com/onlinescan.php/"&gt;XBlock Free online scanner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it out. and save the site. haha. its gonna get outdated soon i think. i hope they renew it. but it still works anyway. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-7662882169920079446?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/7662882169920079446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=7662882169920079446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7662882169920079446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7662882169920079446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-me-blogging-about-my-day-again.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-7189040518685066879</id><published>2007-11-01T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T04:55:50.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up so late, it was past noon.&lt;br /&gt;And there was Asam fish in the kitchen, cooked by mom. Which once again tasted really awesome. so I must still be in love, "deduced ME". With whom? "asked ME". Honestly nobody! "replied ME". hahaha. conversation with myself. isn't that what blogging is about sometimes. and then the public sees what you're thinking to yourself, and thinks you're stupid? sometimes they put it on the newspapers, and even on the prime minister's national day rally. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and so I finally got started on the website for a ministry. I was supposed to do it about a month ago, as in I was already given the task a long time ago. But well, somehow I've been thinking of it, and finaly got down to doing it this lazy day. Managed to find a cool template, edit the logos in, and macromedia fireworks is cool. That's the most important milestone. If i can't get the logo's into the template, i can just junk it and find a new one. So i managed to. And got started on some pages. Edited some pictures. Watched a couple of documentaries on Discovery, and ate abit more, and continued on the website, and look at the time! its 5am again! ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i'm gonna go to the gym with Mel. See, at least i don't sit around home all my life. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and is today halloween? The dressing up disgusts me. totally. What's nice in all that weird and gory outfits. I think someone might get really stabbed, and the party still goes on! haha. because everybody will think you're putting up an act. Well, Whatever. It's still abit of fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's back to website for me. and then ZZZ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-7189040518685066879?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/7189040518685066879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=7189040518685066879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7189040518685066879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7189040518685066879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-5677127113994189063</id><published>2007-10-31T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T03:57:43.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever wondered if an electric car could be faster than an porsche or ferrari! here I found it online! it uses no petrol! haha. check it out! cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7352118104883452737"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7352118104883452737&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Mitsubishi Evo8 faster than a Lamborghini Gallardo? hahaha. cool man. but not so cool in the end though. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1ZWJjC648I&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1ZWJjC648I&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-5677127113994189063?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/5677127113994189063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=5677127113994189063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/5677127113994189063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/5677127113994189063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/ever-wondered-if-electric-car-could-be.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-7688683795938769323</id><published>2007-10-31T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T01:27:52.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its raining now!&lt;br /&gt;I had little sleep lastnight, and went to ask my dad something. and then rushed to school for tutorial. He drove me rather.&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting happened. when i went for lunch, i just simply bought economical rice, with simple veg, egg, and curry chicken. But every single mouth i ate, tasted better than any restaurant i've ever eaten at! So i deduced that i must be in love! hahaha. Even peng and stef ate from the same stall later, said the food wasn't nice. HAHA. So was the bubble tea. mmmm. my tastebuds suddenly came alive of something. hahaha. but am i in love with anyone in particular? no! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then also, i just asked dad about the laptop he said he wanted to pass to me. his old and lighter one. and he took mom's one and passed it to me because she wasn't using it. and that was the one he originaly wanted to buy for me. well, so i've got a new laptop now. haha. its a touch screen tablet! cool huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was so tired, that i fell asleep when the sun went doen at around 7 justnow. and i was already dreaming. till about 10 i woke up. haha. now i want to sleep again. i've been having lots of interesting and vivid dreams recently. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-7688683795938769323?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/7688683795938769323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=7688683795938769323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7688683795938769323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7688683795938769323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-raining-now-i-had-little-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-4045013164888611746</id><published>2007-10-30T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T03:16:28.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxNqXjA7hJ4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxNqXjA7hJ4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a song with simple lyrics, but meaninful at some parts, and an awesome display of grandeur. Most importantly, it's Sun singing! The links below led me on to many other videos of 2007 Special olympics. Just look at the scale and Magnificence. It might be China hello. but Just look at it! I can confidently say that it's excellence has far surpassed that of the west! Go check it out and be amazed if you don't believe. Just the stadium alone is the Top of world class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I found Sun's blog via Val's. &lt;a href="http://www.wretch.cc/blog/helloSUN"&gt;http://www.wretch.cc/blog/helloSUN&lt;/a&gt; Check it out! haha. and yea, she did paint that lion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I went to the Gym today! And I did a good run on the treadmill. Just like a walk and run. the purpose was to sweat it out. and some of the machines for my arms. I want to go more often.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to the Gym instructor there, and he really sounds like a real pro. he even has certificates, and newspaper clippings of himself on the wall there. I'm considering if i should go about paying for consultations. $60 per hour. phew. haha. But anyway, he already gave me some tips. especially on what to buy for my new sport shoes. &lt;a href="http://runnersworld.com/"&gt;http://runnersworld.com/&lt;/a&gt;. and that my body mass is bigger than average, so it's not that difficult for me to build. Just need some toning and cardio exercises. Also that i'm supposed to walk with my feet pointing straight ahead, not open in a V shape. haha. I think it looks kinda weird doesn't it? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much needed to consider in buying a sports shoe. I think i need and expert to help me. I'm gonna run for many many kilometers, striking my feet on the ground millions of times, any wrong angle will surely kill my feet. I don't wanna risk that. haha. pay a few more dollars if u can afford, and get a good pair with proper fitting analysis, and you save on medical fees in the future. makes sense? Think far! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-4045013164888611746?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/4045013164888611746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=4045013164888611746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4045013164888611746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4045013164888611746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-know-i-can-its-song-with-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-7791716693602504848</id><published>2007-10-30T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T00:51:51.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So how did my tribute go? HAHA. I'm not in love ok. Its really a tribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get down to thinking. People are really interesting. When it's something mysterious, or hard to reach, they will go after it. and when they've achieved, they leave behind, in search for yet a new one. Because it has become boring. Then life will be a never ending race to achieve something that makes one only hungrier for more. I cannot agree with such a way of doing things. I thank God that I have seen and understood, so that I can check myself for any trace of it, and change for the better. But how can others know too? If you could imagine YOUre the one that they're after. How would your life be? You gave in once, and hoped the second wouldn't be the same, yet it was.&lt;br /&gt;Beauty should be appreciated and admired, but not lusted and the main reason. Do look deeper, the delicate creation of God. It's not yours until it is. So don't claim like you own it. Let it go if it doesn't belong. This world IS indeed selfish, and it really doesn't help when you're yet another one. And it isn't about someone else, look within yourself, you know your heart. God will use that to judge you on the last day. Please do keep it pure, sanctified and righteous.&lt;br /&gt;And with the last 2 paragraphs, I have addressed few people. Remember, the greatest of these is Love, but still faith and hope are important. Because without faith it is impossible to please God, and Hope deferred makes the heart sick. So put your Faith and Hope in Jesus alone. Because He never fails.&lt;br /&gt;If you know it's you, u might want to talk to me personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so remember to Love. and I love U too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late, so rest early. I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-7791716693602504848?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/7791716693602504848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=7791716693602504848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7791716693602504848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7791716693602504848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-how-did-my-tribute-go-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-2977562762423450168</id><published>2007-10-28T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:20.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>L&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. my last post was on friday!&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what happened. on friday.&lt;br /&gt;I came back from sch, and soon people arrived at my place for cell.&lt;br /&gt;So we had a great time, and just as we left, we decided to have supper.&lt;br /&gt;So 2 cars drive to westcoast. and there I played bridge independently for the first time! And guess what, I caught the hang of it! And there goes! i've been infected with the bridge virus! hhhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat I went makeup cell with Melvin, Angela and Jarett. and they all left so quickly that I was left alone. so I joined them in folding wedding card for Zhipeng, and then went to causeway point with them to chill. and guess what, it was still early, so we went to Junhua's house to BRIDGE! haaha. arrived home at past 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, cab to expo in the wee hours of the morning to queue. It was a great service, and PM's. I love PM's. haha. And so, our new stadium is coming!!! I can see it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dead tired. I must sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that... I love Weilin. Smile! haha. she's my dear.. friend. This is a tribute. we knew each other in Yilun's afv bs years ago. we met numerous times in various other meetings, and together as the leaders of a team, we even won 2nd prize for the very first LYL combined event! It was out of more than 10 groups or so. And she's always been an inspiration and listening ear whenever I needed one. haha. till today, she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RyS0WAhfLQI/AAAAAAAAAjs/0bbdiqbJOBM/s1600-h/29980170730841l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RyS0WAhfLQI/AAAAAAAAAjs/0bbdiqbJOBM/s400/29980170730841l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126420566045043970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RyS2AghfLRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ube3qxAIh3E/s1600-h/DSCF0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RyS2AghfLRI/AAAAAAAAAj0/ube3qxAIh3E/s400/DSCF0128.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126422395701112082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. scandalous pic. hahaha. blurred out. no lar. the photographer took it blur. sadly. haha. still a nice pic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-2977562762423450168?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/2977562762423450168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=2977562762423450168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2977562762423450168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2977562762423450168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/l-o-v-e-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RyS0WAhfLQI/AAAAAAAAAjs/0bbdiqbJOBM/s72-c/29980170730841l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-3685155205028788359</id><published>2007-10-26T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:20.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DOING &lt;br /&gt;Quote - ' For with God nothing is impossible' - Luke 1:37 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're going to love this;&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;If you only do what you can do then you're only ever going to do what you can do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you start to do what you cannot do, you'll find you can do what you cannot do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what you absolutely cannot do, God will do, or a team of incredible poeple will, who are attracted to the person attempting to do what they cannot do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't imagine God will ask you to do what you can do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks you to do what you can't do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll need Him to do it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're the one who starts the impossible dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-one, not even God, gets inpsired by the mediocre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt the impossible, ignore the critics, attract the best, accomplish the unbelievable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out with you, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rp2xPfK7vQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/k_pGrI92mOc/s1600-h/philsig2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rp2xPfK7vQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/k_pGrI92mOc/s400/philsig2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088418033622039810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-3685155205028788359?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/3685155205028788359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=3685155205028788359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3685155205028788359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3685155205028788359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/doing-quote-for-with-god-nothing-is.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rp2xPfK7vQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/k_pGrI92mOc/s72-c/philsig2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-5623429129289692545</id><published>2007-10-26T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T00:59:04.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the chronicles of my day.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to the break of dawn, and rushed to pack my bag, bath, and get changed all in time to meet val for breakfast before the photoshoot. but I was late. sorry val. and had to tapau the macs because ljs was not open for breakfast yet. LOUSY. and we reached there late. and partly also the train at tanahmerah were all mostly not for boarding. what i call, blanks. horrible. we had to take the 3rd train. just for a short journey!&lt;br /&gt;And so we arrived. The camera crew took 1 hr to setup the stuff, and finally we were positioned, and 15, in fact 16 of us stood around in various places, but i got a good position. sitting on the chair, and finally leanin back on my arms. So I put my jacket collar up, and i looked way cool. from the side view. haha.&lt;br /&gt;we had to wait 10mins for each train. and only take quickly few shots for that few seconds a train appears at the station. And so that's how 2 hrs went by. some of them had to step back and forward, so that they'd look like they were walking. And so, we were suppose to go to dover mrt to take pictures also, but somehow only a few were selected, and we were all given $100 for that 2 hrs, and were gone! haha. nice?&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly ending at 430, we ended at 12. and went to watch a movie. Woodcock. sian. and then walked to cityhall to buy guit stuff for the guys, and yeah. check out the cool stuff there, and walked all the way back to ymca, which wasnt far at all! I'm starting to get familiar with town area. it was i used to know town by only small bits and places. now the pieces are starting to join together to become on big singapore. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yea, and guitar lesson was great! More to come! Look forward!&lt;br /&gt;Had a great dinner with Zhipeng and the guys, and went to find yilun and the guys, and left few minutes later. haha slept the rest of the journey in the car. zzz. time to slp now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-5623429129289692545?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/5623429129289692545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=5623429129289692545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/5623429129289692545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/5623429129289692545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/chronicles-of-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-6084146118006717297</id><published>2007-10-25T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T01:12:18.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>phew.... what a day.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the guitar shop once again with Jinyu, Weijian and Yuanmei. And Jinyu bought his guitar! that came with a guitar bag, and book, and pick holder, and pick and guess what.. a TUNING FORK! HAHAHA! however is he gonna tune with a tuning fork! Lol! but well, its possible. go learn it jinyu. and weijian got his tuner. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went for bs w jingan! pst Aries was great! and deshun n daniel went of!! then was dinner. haha. boat quay is a nice place. but the prices are not that nice. but we found food anyway. at city hall. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then an interesting journey home. coloured bears, black roads, petrol, and whatever. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm home, its time to sleep. have to work tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-6084146118006717297?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/6084146118006717297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=6084146118006717297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/6084146118006717297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/6084146118006717297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-8604608620673713792</id><published>2007-10-24T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T02:37:09.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so it was..&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8, and found the car availlable.&lt;br /&gt;drove to school and got called back ecause neighbour upstairs was hacking the ground.&lt;br /&gt;So had to bring sis and mom out from misery.&lt;br /&gt;Had the last 4 hours of school, and loved it. my tutors are all really nice people.&lt;br /&gt;Then went out with mom, dad and bro to imm and used my $10 voucher.&lt;br /&gt;bought Secret. love it!&lt;br /&gt;Then went for a meeting. nice! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Driving back, i was falling sleep at the wheel! well, i made it back home.&lt;br /&gt;now sleep time. hope i get enough sleep before the hacking starts. haha&lt;br /&gt;Love~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-8604608620673713792?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/8604608620673713792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=8604608620673713792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8604608620673713792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8604608620673713792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-so-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-2579995519631252213</id><published>2007-10-23T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T03:49:16.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 3am. and i'm online. yes. what am I doing? i have a class at 9 later! I really dont know. i'm tired. and i'm sleepy. but theres something that not directly on my mind. just that, yea. i'm thinking about it. well well. i really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not depressed. neither am i sad. but i just don't seem fulfilled i think. its like something's missing. something even music cannot fulfill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, something interesting. my dad just threw me a pillow. pretty new. and i realised it has some charcoal bits inside i think. must be an expensive pillow that he doesnt like. haha. I get all the good sleeping stuff somehow. a down bolster, another special foam pillow, supposedly for backaches, and 1 other i think normal pillows. that makes 4 in total! haha. i can put my head on my bolster, and still have 1 pillow for each of my limbs! sleeping wide open. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just chatted with jon. he's 17. help me remember that. hahaha. love him man. we should chill out more. And deshun. He's supposed to be my "wife". but i think now he seems more like a father. really. with all those sec1 kids he's looking after now. haha. and he showed me John William playing the guitar. incredible!! he plays like nothing! i only knew him in the past as the movis soundtrack composer. and i was confused when i found a pic of him with a classical gutiar on the net. but well, that's him! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i checked out travis barker on youtube. i found out that he just recorded the drums for avril lavigne's latest album! cool fella. he goes around wearing only his skin and tattoos, even in a recording studio. haha. and you should check out his ride! fully customised! the best of different caddilac's all put into one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;you know, he even has his own signature sticks. but nae, it's just not me. haha. i prefer the feel steve smith sticks. but they're bit expensive for now. so i'm using zildjian sticks at about $10 less per pair at least. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stany came over to my place today to set up the test paper. and we had fun jamming. i digged out my electric guitars and i realised that one of them which my uncle passed to me was an Epiphone! it has this serial number thing behind, and works great! only needs maybe a pickup change. but it was fun. i remember why i didn't play it in the past was because i wasn't that good at tuning, and this guitar was an incredible hassle at tuning. but now, i can tell the pitch. so it's much easier. haha. time to pick up more skills. i never knew i had such a good electric guitar. haha. and i do know i have an excellent acoustic guitar of course. my Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, that new cymbal? its incredible!! the guy working at yamaha was supposed to polish it up for me before handing it to me, because i told him so, all the fingerprints from the people at the shop. and so he did. slapped some polishind liquid on, wiped around, and made the cymbal black. just like the way metal polish works. and then, left the black there. how cool. Boy was it hard to remove when i got home. the cloth turned black, and i found the easiest way was to use my dove body soap, and water! and it turned as good as new. in fact it was supposed to be new right. haha. but well, it sounds incredible! the sound just changed. like the overall set of the drums. haha. Thanks mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my piano, I like the sound so much, that i wouldn't exchange it for a grand i think. i've not heard a grand at yamaha (the only place i have access to a grand) that i feel surpasses the sound of my William Tell piano. although made in China, with some manufacturer defect, still sounds incredible! I really need to take time and pour skills into my music. haha. so much i have here, so much potential. And you know what, the piano costs only $5700! to fond one that sounds like this, it'd probably be 9-12K! yup. so why not lets take the time to list the musical instruments i have at home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumset&lt;br /&gt;Tambourine&lt;br /&gt;Maracas&lt;br /&gt;Congas&lt;br /&gt;Some chinese drum&lt;br /&gt;Rain stick&lt;br /&gt;Triangle&lt;br /&gt;Glocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano&lt;br /&gt;Electric keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epiphone Electric Guitar&lt;br /&gt;S Electric travel guitar&lt;br /&gt;Ibanez electric bass guitar&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Acoustic guitar&lt;br /&gt;Brown Ovation Acoustic guitar&lt;br /&gt;Red Ovation Acoustic guitar&lt;br /&gt;Antique congress folk guitar&lt;br /&gt;Dad's classical guitar from young&lt;br /&gt;Violin x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese flute&lt;br /&gt;Recorder&lt;br /&gt;Ram's horn/Shofar x4&lt;br /&gt;French horn on loan from my bro's school band&lt;br /&gt;Harmonica X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electric gutiar amp&lt;br /&gt;Electric Bass amp&lt;br /&gt;Mic with hifi system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. so much stuff! And music qualification in the family? The highiest, Grade 5 piano for my sister and brother. Grade 5 theory for me. haha. Thats all!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a headache. and i need to pee. so i'm going to sign off now. and hope i can sleep now. haha.zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-2579995519631252213?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/2579995519631252213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=2579995519631252213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2579995519631252213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2579995519631252213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-3am.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-5128392608005608859</id><published>2007-10-22T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T02:25:56.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what. It was a fun day. I couldn't sleep lastnight. So I ended up going to expo straight. And so, service was greatly awesome! I love the kids! So much energy! our default game has since changed from bridge to catching. How fun! I'm finally running around in public playing again! haha.&lt;br /&gt;And then. They went for movie, and I found the others instead. they were DOTAing. oh man. The teen people. some of them older.&lt;br /&gt;And later after the rest watched the movie, PS became like our playground! we had 3 different cells moving around, people whom we know. And so we appeared, crossed paths, appeared and disappeared. And lady-boss leadin her pack, to Marks and Spencers! waHAHAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I ended up night marketing with my parents. looking at fish, and prawn. the price starts to fall at around 10pm. then only should you grab the stuff, but remember to quickly hit the counters before the shop closing announcements go off, pushing the tidal wave of shoppers, with full carts, onto the queue. We made it right on time. Just a milisecond before the queue became incredibly long.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's me and my new cymbal. cleaning it. I will get to play hard on it tomorrow! so rest time for now. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-5128392608005608859?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/5128392608005608859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=5128392608005608859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/5128392608005608859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/5128392608005608859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/what.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-2109366382036532795</id><published>2007-10-21T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:20.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh. What again! It's yet another time christmas has arrived early this year! hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just rolling in!&lt;br /&gt;It was just grandma's birthday celebration earlier, we had sushi. And then we walked over to yamaha, and I fell in love with the sound of one cymbal. and somehow, mom was in favor of getting it for me, and there! It's a lifetime investment I feel. Really thank them. It's gonna be something I will keep for a long long time. Lemme just get a pic. It cost about $370.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RxtySED52wI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Oll-yXgHLac/s1600-h/DSC01581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RxtySED52wI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Oll-yXgHLac/s400/DSC01581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123814655717399298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lemme just list all the blessings so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dopod U1000 - $1900&lt;br /&gt;Sony Digital SLR - $1333&lt;br /&gt;Bass Amp - $180&lt;br /&gt;M3 prize - $10 voucher&lt;br /&gt;SYTYCS prize - $200 cash split to $50 each&lt;br /&gt;Motorola Bluetooth headset  - (Estimated about US$70 = about S$119)&lt;br /&gt;i-tech bluetooth headset - (Estimated about US$45 = S$76.5)&lt;br /&gt;Drybox - $106&lt;br /&gt;Deuter lense case - $10&lt;br /&gt;Deuter Travel pouch - $33&lt;br /&gt;Zildjian Cymbal - $376&lt;br /&gt;Cool Jacket - $19&lt;br /&gt;Beef Jerky - about S$40&lt;br /&gt;250GB external HD - S$221&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a grand total of about $4473.5 in just 3months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure I missed out some more things on the list. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Trully MY God is a God who returns to the measure you sow!&lt;br /&gt;And Trully my God is the God that Owns the cattle on a thousand hills! He's the richest God ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-2109366382036532795?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/2109366382036532795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=2109366382036532795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2109366382036532795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2109366382036532795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RxtySED52wI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Oll-yXgHLac/s72-c/DSC01581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-5642251163370586171</id><published>2007-10-19T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T16:53:59.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check this out gals. haha. I found this online. hilarious! but ever wished u had one? haha. look at the buttons closely. u can click to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2007/9/45sep26-man-controller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2007/9/45sep26-man-controller.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-5642251163370586171?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/5642251163370586171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=5642251163370586171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/5642251163370586171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/5642251163370586171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/check-this-out-gals.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-7406663719635417904</id><published>2007-10-18T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:21:58.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh.. what a tiring day. I woke up to a runny nose, and half cough, and I dunno what else. And then it was afternoon. I went to meet Stany to check out the guitars and photocopy some papers. And then guitar class, which was okay. And then supper, and the trecherous journey back home. Lugging along my ton heavy guitar. Shacked. School's 9am n the morning. Means I have to sleep about now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-7406663719635417904?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/7406663719635417904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=7406663719635417904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7406663719635417904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7406663719635417904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-3894461940477270108</id><published>2007-10-18T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T02:23:49.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder how often we miss God's best by pushing past or ignoring those small impressions! It's amazing to think God so respects our free will He uses a still small voice with us even on critical, important, life-changing issues, and let's us have our own way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminded of the story of how five hundred people saw Jesus ascend into the sky, and yet there were only 120 who met in the upper room praying until they were endued with power from on high (Luke 24:49).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kidsinministry.com/Current.PastEvents/WavesOfGloryConclus.html"&gt;source link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with manifestations of the Glory of God through feathers, clouds, winds, gold dust, gemstones, Fragrance of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've experienced some of them. And surely I say, Earnestly desire. Ask, Seek and Knock on the doors of the throneroom of heaven! And God is a Father that will give you only good things. Pray that if it is from God, Let it continue. If it isn't, then pray that God stops it. Be open, teachable and humble. Don't be critical and judgemental. If it really was from God, wouldn't you have judged and criticised God Himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more, Of course, out of my fellowship and relationship with God that maifests peace, Love and Glory right from the throne room of God. I don't know much, but that's why I can only earnestly and humbly desire. But I trully believe, because I've seen, heard, smelt and felt the Glory and presence of God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-3894461940477270108?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/3894461940477270108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=3894461940477270108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3894461940477270108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3894461940477270108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-wonder-how-often-we-miss-gods-best-by.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-2244936444723600816</id><published>2007-10-16T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:25:32.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So how was today!&lt;br /&gt;It was okay. Because I woke up at 130 to a call. Which was also the time my lecture ended. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;So then, I got some music which I got lastnight, and started drumming to it. And that took the bulk of my day. Well, it was fun. And I managed to get some rust off my drumming. When I went ot of my room, closed the door, it sounded like my room was a club! the bass went BOOM BOOM BOOM...&lt;br /&gt;And so, I had some new pics up on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll be cooking clam chowder soup for my poor friend. Hope her arm gets well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to remind myself that i sill have a list of things to do. And yes, I'm gonna do them up soon. stop procrastinating. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-2244936444723600816?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/2244936444723600816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=2244936444723600816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2244936444723600816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2244936444723600816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-how-was-today-it-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-6340616198104732616</id><published>2007-10-16T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T04:01:12.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>List out the top 5 presents you wish for:&lt;br /&gt;1. Someone&lt;br /&gt;2. A personal car with petrol&lt;br /&gt;3. A handphone, good and small&lt;br /&gt;4. Queen sized mattress&lt;br /&gt;5. Full sound dampers in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who tagged me is:&lt;br /&gt;Geok Yong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 impressions of her:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cool specs!&lt;br /&gt;2. How to put songs into iPod?&lt;br /&gt;3. Avril Lavigne songs?&lt;br /&gt;4. Horn player&lt;br /&gt;5. YISS Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most memorable thing she had done for you:&lt;br /&gt;Safekeep my precious Antique band file she found from the band storeroom? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most memorable word she had said to you:&lt;br /&gt;david...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she becomes your lover, you will:&lt;br /&gt;ermmm.. i shall leave this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she becomes your lover, she has to improve on her:&lt;br /&gt;IF, then she'd already be perfect to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she is your enemy, you will:&lt;br /&gt;I will love my enemies ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;she wants my love? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;1. Geok Yong&lt;br /&gt;2. Jessica&lt;br /&gt;3. Weijian&lt;br /&gt;4. Melvin&lt;br /&gt;5. Janelle&lt;br /&gt;6. Valerie&lt;br /&gt;7. Zhipeng&lt;br /&gt;8. LeePeng&lt;br /&gt;9. Daniel&lt;br /&gt;10.Xinfang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. who is no 7 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. who is no 9 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Himself? He's still single~ haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. if no 9 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. if no 1 and 5 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;Unless they're lesbians. but hmm. perfectly impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. what is no 3 studying?&lt;br /&gt;Business in SIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. when was the last time you chatted with 6?&lt;br /&gt;Just earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. does no 4 have a job?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Teaching super adorable kids how to dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. does no 8 has a relative in the same school?&lt;br /&gt;When young probably..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. will you woo no 8?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. i'm impressed by her cooking and other attributes. but there are other things to consider. not particularly my type I guess, but a great friend and a 10/10 still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. will you woo no 5?&lt;br /&gt;Actually yes. haha. hmm. who knows. checklist fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. does no 2 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! a brother and a sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. how did you get to know no 3 and 4?&lt;br /&gt;3 was a school mate, and also a cell group member. beloved one.&lt;br /&gt;4 was through Jess, and cell group. He's real cool~ haha. great friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. where does no 1 live at?&lt;br /&gt;Bukit Batok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. how did you get to know no 2?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. long long ago, in a helper's discipleship class. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. is no 5 the sexiest person on earth?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. can I say no doubt? will I be persecuted? HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-6340616198104732616?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/6340616198104732616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=6340616198104732616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/6340616198104732616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/6340616198104732616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/list-out-top-5-presents-you-wish-for-1.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-2184823590698503699</id><published>2007-10-15T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:20.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I transfered my pictures to my laptop. So well, I asked my friend who was going to USA to buy me back some beef jerky. My favs are the terriyaki one by Jack Link's. Guess what! he bought me 5 packs and 2 sticks in all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RxJaqED52WI/AAAAAAAAAgU/JnZQeUx6dxc/s1600-h/DSC01251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RxJaqED52WI/AAAAAAAAAgU/JnZQeUx6dxc/s400/DSC01251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121255404964796770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, It seems as though christmas has come early this year! Remember my Digital camera, and bass amp and the $200 cash and $20voucher I won last month?&lt;br /&gt;And today, I went shopping with my family ay carrefour. I got presents again!&lt;br /&gt;This time, a Drybox for my camera and stuff, a little $20 deuter pencilbox looking pouch for my camera lens, and another which is for keeping toileteries costing $33, and as i was walking around I.P. Zone in Vivo, I came across a nice jacket that usually was around 30 or 40+, today only $19! and so I bought it! Ah. nice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;So that's another 4 presents! Which makes the total 8 so far! boy am I really blesseD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RxJZmED52VI/AAAAAAAAAgM/99C-yOLV8Ho/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RxJZmED52VI/AAAAAAAAAgM/99C-yOLV8Ho/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121254236733692242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a closer look at the drybox. It's actually pretty cool. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RxJb10D52XI/AAAAAAAAAgc/5IISbDJgacY/s1600-h/DSC01394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RxJb10D52XI/AAAAAAAAAgc/5IISbDJgacY/s400/DSC01394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121256706339887474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. but still, have to do some stuff. haha. bz bz. but when will this bz earn me money? hahaha. its alright. at least make my life productive first with all I can now. And as I give and sow ruthlessly, I will soon reap the fruits in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, just bit from today's sermon which I really really liked and it impacted me tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Reality can be a limitor in your life.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances are temporary.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get attached to circumstances, because they don't last forever.&lt;br /&gt;What you see in the natural is inferior to what you can visualise in the spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;IQ is a limiter in life. Don't be limited by your IQ.&lt;br /&gt;Pro 23:6 The greatest prison is your mind.&lt;br /&gt;However, our reality is affected by economics.&lt;br /&gt;Reality is not fixed. My reality is my limiter.&lt;br /&gt;Your mind must change!&lt;br /&gt;Your life doesn't change with time, it does when your thinking changes!&lt;br /&gt;Prosperity is a mindset, it's when your thinking changes!&lt;br /&gt;Christians with a scarcity thinking have no faith in the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;Pro 4:23 - issues = a geographical term&lt;br /&gt;Everything we do, don't do it by information, But by REVELATION!&lt;br /&gt;Jn 3:12 Jesus walks physically on the earth, but his mind walks in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindset change!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I just got Priscilia and Isaac's wedding invitation. My long time friends in CHC, they're finally getting married! hahaha. aww.. I'm so glad for them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-2184823590698503699?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/2184823590698503699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=2184823590698503699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2184823590698503699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2184823590698503699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RxJaqED52WI/AAAAAAAAAgU/JnZQeUx6dxc/s72-c/DSC01251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-1803022270361549477</id><published>2007-10-14T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T00:04:47.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day.&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 5am. and was woken up by an unsual alarm clock at 7am.&lt;br /&gt;7 mosquito bites.&lt;br /&gt;and so, I searched hi and low for them.&lt;br /&gt;I found 1 and happily got my revenge.&lt;br /&gt;But then I started moving furniture, and hence, rearranged my room once again.&lt;br /&gt;It's so new that I'm still not used to it.&lt;br /&gt;But its so much more spacious.&lt;br /&gt;And as a result of that, I'm so super tired, that I'm falling asleep everywhere. and i'm so going to sleep now. zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-1803022270361549477?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/1803022270361549477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=1803022270361549477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1803022270361549477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1803022270361549477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-7369847327480128350</id><published>2007-10-12T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T04:22:38.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. These were featured on Val's blog yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;And here's a really hilarious and cute video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='448' height='336'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.glumbert.com/embed/chimpfire'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.glumbert.com/embed/chimpfire' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='448' height='336'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.glumbert.com/media/chimpfire'&gt;glumbert - Chimp learns to be a firefighter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great guitar lesson today! And great indonesian food with the guys. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-7369847327480128350?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/7369847327480128350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=7369847327480128350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7369847327480128350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7369847327480128350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-4365334787182311350</id><published>2007-10-11T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T05:02:03.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will tell me who I really am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my buddy confirmed the suspicion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it hereditary? Maybe half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are my family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep fulfilling relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do everybody struggle with the same internal torments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there some secret human must know to understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is the solution to ignore and let live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people on intention. Intention to sink my roots deep into where I want to position myself. Is it an ulterior motive? It isn't because I set my heart to have it beneficial to everyone I meet. Its not about life, to me, it's eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't resemble anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I Am David.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously has nothing against me at all.&lt;br /&gt;Feel I think too much? - -&lt;br /&gt;Think I've changed alot, for the better which is very good and encouraging to see that.&lt;br /&gt;Keep pressing and working hard, diligent for God. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God ALWAYS makes up for what you've lacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a leader leaves you alone, it doesn't mean that he/she is ignoring you. Though it may seem so, but in actual fact, the leader is confident and knows that you are strong and mature enough to handle the job, and help the others too!&lt;br /&gt;Change of mindset~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending on a happy note. Smile. I learnt from my own experience. interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-4365334787182311350?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/4365334787182311350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=4365334787182311350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4365334787182311350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4365334787182311350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-am-i-who-am-i-who-will-tell-me-who.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-2104709033128312986</id><published>2007-10-09T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T03:18:04.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so, i've not been blogging. Because from what I've been up to recently, Everyday's post could possibly be the SAME.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up past noon, on the laptop, look around for some food in the kitchen, back to laptop, and food, and laptop which is on my bed. so I practically never leave my bed for most of my life!&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, i think my eyesight is detiorating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I have a friend who decided to help me spice up my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's how it will go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i met a really cool friend..think she'll probably burn my hse down if she cooks campbell soup in my kitchen. thank God she just won a tumbler. Now my kitchen is safe, &amp; I'll still get to drink my Campbell's clam chowder soup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually she wrote that. I just pasted it all here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-2104709033128312986?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/2104709033128312986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=2104709033128312986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2104709033128312986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2104709033128312986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-so-ive-not-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-8320897167069883656</id><published>2007-10-01T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:46:02.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In my room of solitude,&lt;br /&gt;as I ponder my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;A relentless race in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;and like poison in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I live through this?&lt;br /&gt;Will my heart still live after this torture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like I was going uphill,&lt;br /&gt;but then I reached the peak.&lt;br /&gt;Time pushed me on the journey,&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm valley deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The essence of love is like Sugar.&lt;br /&gt;So sweet and lovely,&lt;br /&gt;but yet it can turn acidic, and so slowly but surely kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love needs the right elements to grow.&lt;br /&gt;A ground being the constant accoutability of a wise leader, and elders for counsel.&lt;br /&gt;A day and night, day being growing the love, and night taking a breather, both equal for balance. Just like the greens, taking in carbon dioxode of that someone during the day, and then pure oxygen of freedom and rest alone during the night.&lt;br /&gt;And water being the Holy Spirit, bringing the life straight from the Throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree that's planted by the rivers of living water will flourish, and bear an abundance of good fruit.&lt;br /&gt;Neighbouring trees are competition, but also provide the pollen for polination, and share the burden of the wind in storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storge &gt; Philia &gt; Eros &gt; Agape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love begins to be a demon the moment he begins to be a god" - C.S. Lewis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-8320897167069883656?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/8320897167069883656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=8320897167069883656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8320897167069883656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8320897167069883656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-my-room-of-solitude-as-i-ponder-my.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-3200763623694440248</id><published>2007-10-01T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T02:39:39.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love story with Jesus - A romantic non-fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My love story with Jesus - A romantic non-fiction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the hands of whom will you trust your Heart into?&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever find someone that you're confident of entrusting your whole heart to?&lt;br /&gt;If you think you've found the person, think again. Time will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;But why then do we keep hoping and searching to find that someone who's like that?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our heart was really meant to be totally trusted into the hands of someone?&lt;br /&gt;Our heart was made to fit into another perfectly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The one and only I've found that never lets my heart of fragile crystal fall mercilessly to the cold hard ground. &lt;br /&gt;That is my lover, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such love, hand in hand, strolling by the beach through the night.&lt;br /&gt;Laying beside on the sand, gazing into the sky for what seems like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;An embrace that makes all things around disappear.&lt;br /&gt;A closeness that makes every heartbeat a thunderous thump,&lt;br /&gt;and every breath a warm, gentle sea breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Fingers interlocking fingers, like the keys on a piano.&lt;br /&gt;Fit's so perfectly, that time sculpts both hands into.&lt;br /&gt;A touch that rings the biggest bell deep within the soul.&lt;br /&gt;A kiss that opens heaven's gates to the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the loneliest night, I have company of presence.&lt;br /&gt;Down the spirals of depression, a lover that lifts me up.&lt;br /&gt;Through the thick of life, a constant companion I cry with, and snuggle into.&lt;br /&gt;Is it she? No. It's my lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she will be, &lt;br /&gt;almost as close but will never be, &lt;br /&gt;as my lover and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urge you my friends, treasure and guard your Heart of crystal. &lt;br /&gt;Once smashed its almost never totally repaired.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it safe in your hands, and only in Jesus's till the day she's yours.&lt;br /&gt;"..hereby give you my love.., and with this ring, I wed thee.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-3200763623694440248?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/3200763623694440248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=3200763623694440248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3200763623694440248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3200763623694440248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-love-story-with-jesus-romantic-non.html' title='My love story with Jesus - A romantic non-fiction'/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-3836926371335109763</id><published>2007-09-29T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T02:49:14.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>Ups and Downs.&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of ups and downs. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy always, neither am I sad always.&lt;br /&gt;I guess its tiredness, or discouragement.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow both come together.&lt;br /&gt;But with God's presence, I'm safe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm rejecting it, pushing it away with all I can.&lt;br /&gt;It won't land on me at all costs!&lt;br /&gt;But I will still need to learn, need to ask some questions, and get some answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a revelation.&lt;br /&gt;What is the key to life?&lt;br /&gt;More important than communication, more important than relationships, and of course less important than God, that is Love.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt un-loved? Then go on to feel depressed?&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, the solution is love. Both for the recieving and giving end.&lt;br /&gt;And this saying is true.&lt;br /&gt;"You can give without loving, but cannot love without giving."&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to love somebody, start giving.&lt;br /&gt;And if you need love, start giving too. Because it's a spark that will keep get the fire started. &lt;br /&gt;People with a character of love will attract others with a character of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't the bible already tell us, "the greatest of these is love"?&lt;br /&gt;"Love your neighbour as you love yourself"&lt;br /&gt;"For God so loved the world that he gave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a principle, just like gravity will pull you downwards. Love is powerful indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is greater than forgiving? It is to love. &lt;br /&gt;What can uproot the bitterness of hate or wrong? It is to Love.&lt;br /&gt;Swing it to the other extreme. If you say you want to forgive without loving and reconciliating, you haven't really forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have God in you if you don't have love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-3836926371335109763?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/3836926371335109763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=3836926371335109763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3836926371335109763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3836926371335109763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/09/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-3342263659847886955</id><published>2007-09-28T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:25.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There goes yet another week. It's friday again. 2 more weeks left of holidays to my last semester in school. Another 5 months more to the end of my tertiary education, and moving on to serving the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have time and at home today, I shall upload some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 in all from Isaac and Dom's wedding at bintan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ferry we took to Bintan. It's a really fast one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyXa0D514I/AAAAAAAAAc4/-khQsSqcTjc/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyXa0D514I/AAAAAAAAAc4/-khQsSqcTjc/s400/DSC00228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115129763693451138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us with the groom. He's looking Good eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyXbED515I/AAAAAAAAAdA/Jx4r97jS3LQ/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyXbED515I/AAAAAAAAAdA/Jx4r97jS3LQ/s400/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115129767988418450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the beach.. We should have brought our stuff so we could swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyXbED516I/AAAAAAAAAdI/6UgQ9KuT3sw/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyXbED516I/AAAAAAAAAdI/6UgQ9KuT3sw/s400/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115129767988418466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice? some arty picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyXbUD517I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/c4aj0cru_qc/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyXbUD517I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/c4aj0cru_qc/s400/DSC00263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115129772283385778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel basking in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyXbUD518I/AAAAAAAAAdY/JDwLyzya2As/s1600-h/DSC00266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyXbUD518I/AAAAAAAAAdY/JDwLyzya2As/s400/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115129772283385794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding lunch, with bride and groom and a entourage of bridesmaids and bestmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyYtED519I/AAAAAAAAAdg/6sRvIcCxvwo/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyYtED519I/AAAAAAAAAdg/6sRvIcCxvwo/s400/DSC00277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115131176737691602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kun and Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyYtUD51-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/7vDFEt8njR8/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyYtUD51-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/7vDFEt8njR8/s400/DSC00292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115131181032658914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends we made at the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyYtkD51_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/XUEZyX3wtu4/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyYtkD51_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/XUEZyX3wtu4/s400/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115131185327626226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir people having fun too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyYtkD52AI/AAAAAAAAAd4/g6kTyEH7EeQ/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyYtkD52AI/AAAAAAAAAd4/g6kTyEH7EeQ/s400/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115131185327626242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kun n Ying again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyYt0D52BI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2F6pQ6LnP_E/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyYt0D52BI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2F6pQ6LnP_E/s400/DSC00350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115131189622593554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rvyf7UD52CI/AAAAAAAAAeI/pbmerui5CDY/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rvyf7UD52CI/AAAAAAAAAeI/pbmerui5CDY/s400/DSC00367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115139118132221986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac singing his bride's walk-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rvyf7kD52DI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KNrwsElNkmM/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rvyf7kD52DI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KNrwsElNkmM/s400/DSC00385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115139122427189298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rvyf70D52EI/AAAAAAAAAeY/7z1U51YUMqg/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rvyf70D52EI/AAAAAAAAAeY/7z1U51YUMqg/s400/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115139126722156610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the bride, watch pastor kenneth! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rvyf70D52FI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yjB1HO8_lIc/s1600-h/DSC00402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rvyf70D52FI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yjB1HO8_lIc/s400/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115139126722156626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rvyf8ED52GI/AAAAAAAAAeo/rPSGEYG2Zh8/s1600-h/DSC00403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rvyf8ED52GI/AAAAAAAAAeo/rPSGEYG2Zh8/s400/DSC00403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115139131017123938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aeroplane in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvygLED52HI/AAAAAAAAAew/NfFM53qrT-A/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvygLED52HI/AAAAAAAAAew/NfFM53qrT-A/s400/DSC00410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115139388715161714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the bride down the Ailse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvygLED52II/AAAAAAAAAe4/rp0h3VV_QBM/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvygLED52II/AAAAAAAAAe4/rp0h3VV_QBM/s400/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115139388715161730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rays from beyond the horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvygLED52JI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ppraoTUfshA/s1600-h/DSC00418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvygLED52JI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ppraoTUfshA/s400/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115139388715161746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees standing tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvygLUD52KI/AAAAAAAAAfI/4Li3fBS3I7c/s1600-h/DSC00422+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvygLUD52KI/AAAAAAAAAfI/4Li3fBS3I7c/s400/DSC00422+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115139393010129058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine, Daniel and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvygLUD52LI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/V_bR74-wUNU/s1600-h/DSC00431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvygLUD52LI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/V_bR74-wUNU/s400/DSC00431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115139393010129074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rvyg-UD52MI/AAAAAAAAAfY/M4e35yJxO8o/s1600-h/DSC00457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rvyg-UD52MI/AAAAAAAAAfY/M4e35yJxO8o/s400/DSC00457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115140269183457474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggimee on the ferry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rvyg-UD52NI/AAAAAAAAAfg/X4GwsGLNKLg/s1600-h/DSC00490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rvyg-UD52NI/AAAAAAAAAfg/X4GwsGLNKLg/s400/DSC00490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115140269183457490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew.. thats all for now i guess. I've been trying to clear a backlog of photos to be posted. thats 1/3 down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, as I was blogging, some enforcement officer came up to my door and came in to check for mosquito. And she managed to find 5 Larvae!!!!oh man. My mom as been out recently, so she didn't really clear the water that she usually clears frequently. Oh well, there goes $100. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's CG later, and its time to clean the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-3342263659847886955?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/3342263659847886955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=3342263659847886955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3342263659847886955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3342263659847886955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-goes-yet-another-week.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvyXa0D514I/AAAAAAAAAc4/-khQsSqcTjc/s72-c/DSC00228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-2033214412805233230</id><published>2007-09-27T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T01:45:29.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah. Back home after a long day. It started off by dropping Dad off at harbourfront early in the morning. Then heading over with mom to pick Evelyn at her house, then to the office after a short breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Then at the office, it was photo time. Capturing the building, and the interiors, and also discussing the details of the website. With a 3-4hr nap on the leather couch. That gave me the energy to live again. Then off to home to drop mom, pick bro, and off to jurong to pick the guys, and flying down to Mediacorp only to arrive almost an hour early without money, and a place to buy food. Ended up eating Lousy vending machine sandwiches. After sitting around for another hour, the show finally started. LIVE THE DREAM. We were there to support AFTER THE RAIN. And interesting show, and look into all the happenings backstage. The whole setup was really nice, but also surprisingly small. There were so many cameras around that every angle was covered, and broadcasted live. And then our band lost. Oh well, at least they've come so far, they're great.&lt;br /&gt;Then we got lost and ended up somewhere serangoon. Even the GPRS didn't do much good. And my wallet was empty. So nothing was working out right. I wanted to meet the guys at heeren, but well, I had another load of passengers in the car. So we headed towards home the moment we found our way. And stopping by along the way, trying to get internet so that I could transfer some cash into my bank, and the draw it out later. so troublesome. But anyway, I ended up going all the way home to get some cash and do the transfer, and then head over to an eating place where was closed, and sped to another which thankfully was open. nice porridge, and then home sweet home for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Its another busy day tmr man. It's time I list down and strike out. I wanna rest, but also wanna be fruitful with my time. sometimes it gets over fruitful. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I will upload the pics another day I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Time to work offline. zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-2033214412805233230?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/2033214412805233230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=2033214412805233230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2033214412805233230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2033214412805233230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/09/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-1159523060827223606</id><published>2007-09-25T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:25.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvgYRkD512I/AAAAAAAAAco/nQvFiH40czs/s1600-h/Israel%2520study%2520tour%25202004%2520%25281%2529%2520067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvgYRkD512I/AAAAAAAAAco/nQvFiH40czs/s400/Israel%2520study%2520tour%25202004%2520%25281%2529%2520067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113864066896090978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just chitchatting with a friend, Valerie, I met on the Bintan Trip. Got to know her through Elaine, which it was also only during the trip that I really got to know Elaine. Before that, I only see her during zone meetings, and bible study classes n stuff. haha. She's such a great person really. Back to the point, I was sending Val some pics of the wedding, and we were chatting and chatting, and we realised, that we both went on the trip to Israel in 2004. Of course, out of the multitudes, I didn't know her then, but somehow I might have seen her before. So anyway, I started a search for pics of Israel in my old online photo albums, and I remembered this picture I took with Pst Ulf when I was there. This is all that i could salvage because I lost the originals due to a disk failure. Ever since, I have learnt to backup everything. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, about the Bintan wedding of Isaac and Dominique, It was tremendous. I went there with Daniel, and had a great time. It was a seaside wedding. They exchanged their vows at the seaside, with the background of a setting sun. Just you wait to see the photos. I will probably upload them only another day. because its so late already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went with the other guys, all students of Belle, to her house to celebrate her be-early-ed birthday. How early? 5 days early. haha. but it was fun. All the planning put in, mostly by Adam, and the way everything was done, pretty hilarious. When I post the pics another day, you will see. Then we went on to Lot 1, Siam Kitchen, to have a buffet meal. Pics later, but it was a really fun and enriching time of fellowship. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rvgak0D513I/AAAAAAAAAcw/wca5GwSAuZE/s1600-h/DSC00586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rvgak0D513I/AAAAAAAAAcw/wca5GwSAuZE/s400/DSC00586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113866596631828338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-1159523060827223606?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/1159523060827223606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=1159523060827223606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1159523060827223606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1159523060827223606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-was-just-chitchatting-with-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvgYRkD512I/AAAAAAAAAco/nQvFiH40czs/s72-c/Israel%2520study%2520tour%25202004%2520%25281%2529%2520067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-4463222211212482179</id><published>2007-09-24T02:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T02:41:00.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 2.25am, but I must blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;I just found such a great friend!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so falling asleep now.&lt;br /&gt;But it's made me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so indescribably happy.&lt;br /&gt;So sleepy yet so happy.&lt;br /&gt;The joy of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hardly so happy, and I really am now!&lt;br /&gt;If only you could see me on the inside!&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm about to collapse on my bed from fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;Nights blog. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-4463222211212482179?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/4463222211212482179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=4463222211212482179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4463222211212482179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4463222211212482179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-2.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-7828566529583989004</id><published>2007-09-19T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:26.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pics pics and more pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my brother's violin. at least it sounds much better than all his previous violins. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvCuTJJ0ZsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/aXwaRxqr8dk/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvCuTJJ0ZsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/aXwaRxqr8dk/s400/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111777220963362498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's him in the position he's in most of the day, everyday. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvCuTZJ0ZtI/AAAAAAAAAcI/0K0e4rdjPBk/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvCuTZJ0ZtI/AAAAAAAAAcI/0K0e4rdjPBk/s400/DSC00120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111777225258329810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A look outside my balcony last night. look at the clouds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvCuTZJ0ZuI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/bVXuYAWehdY/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvCuTZJ0ZuI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/bVXuYAWehdY/s400/DSC00145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111777225258329826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then turn to the right, the concrete jungle. At least I still see some clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvCuTZJ0ZvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/2TI8UlHKEQY/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvCuTZJ0ZvI/AAAAAAAAAcY/2TI8UlHKEQY/s400/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111777225258329842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my battle cry instrument! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvCuTpJ0ZwI/AAAAAAAAAcg/mJj9dAyFl9Q/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvCuTpJ0ZwI/AAAAAAAAAcg/mJj9dAyFl9Q/s400/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111777229553297154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. This week I'm supposed to rest, because the moment my holiday's started about 3 weeks ago, I've been busy with this and that. Actually I've been busy even before the holidays started. And finally, its time for me to have a good rest, and realise that I only have 3 more weeks till school starts. Dad's going overseas in a weeks time, and that means I have the CAR! YAY! haha. But that's unless I have things to do with it. I'm going overseas too! this saturday, for a wedding in Bintan! It should be fun! Nice beaches and all. I'll bring my camera along. haha. Now I'm recovering from sore eyes that my brother passed to me. And it came from some apparently hardworking classmate who came to class with sore eyes. How considerate. And I was also down with fever few nights ago, and lastnight. I wonder why. Maybe I went out yesterday even when I was tired. Now a sore throat. I'm a tough guy, I will get going. haha. I haven't been blogging like this since a long time ago. It feels like the old times, kinda good. Makes me feel free, relaxed. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-7828566529583989004?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/7828566529583989004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=7828566529583989004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7828566529583989004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7828566529583989004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/09/pics-pics-and-more-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RvCuTJJ0ZsI/AAAAAAAAAcA/aXwaRxqr8dk/s72-c/DSC00116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-338736326727243287</id><published>2007-09-17T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:23:51.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of Garbage Trucks - David J. Pollay</title><content type='html'>I just got this interesting article in an email from my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll like it and it will make you a happier person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beware of Garbage Trucks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by David J. Pollay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you let other people's nonsense change&lt;br /&gt;your mood? Do you let a bad driver, rude waiter, &lt;br /&gt;or an insensitive employee ruin your day? Unless&lt;br /&gt;you're the Terminator, for an instant you're probably&lt;br /&gt;set back on your heels. However, the mark of a&lt;br /&gt;successful person is how quickly he/she can get back&lt;br /&gt;her focus on what's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen years ago I learned this lesson. I learned it&lt;br /&gt;in the back of a New York City taxi cab. Here's what&lt;br /&gt;happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central&lt;br /&gt;Station. We were driving in the right lane when, all&lt;br /&gt;of a sudden, a black car jumped out of a parking space&lt;br /&gt;right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his&lt;br /&gt;breaks, skidded, and missed the other car's back end&lt;br /&gt;by just inches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused&lt;br /&gt;a big accident, whipped his head around and he started&lt;br /&gt;yelling bad words at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I&lt;br /&gt;mean, he was friendly. So, I said, 'Why did you just&lt;br /&gt;do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us&lt;br /&gt;to the hospital!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now&lt;br /&gt;call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around&lt;br /&gt;full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger,&lt;br /&gt;and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up,&lt;br /&gt;they need a place to dump it. And if you let them,&lt;br /&gt;they'll dump it on you. When someone wants to dump on&lt;br /&gt;you, don't take it personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be happy you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was it: The 'Law of the Garbage Truck.' I&lt;br /&gt;started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks&lt;br /&gt;run right over me? And how often do I take their&lt;br /&gt;garbage and spread it to other people: at work, at&lt;br /&gt;home, on the streets? It was that day I said, 'I'm not&lt;br /&gt;going to do it anymore.' I began to see garbage&lt;br /&gt;trucks. I see the load they're carrying. I see them&lt;br /&gt;coming to drop it off. And like my Taxi Driver, I&lt;br /&gt;don't make it a personal thing; I just smile, wave,&lt;br /&gt;wish them well, and I move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite football players of all time,&lt;br /&gt;Walter Payton, did this every day on the football&lt;br /&gt;field. He would jump up as quickly as he hit the&lt;br /&gt;ground after being tackled. He never dwelled on a hit.&lt;br /&gt;Payton was ready to make the next play his best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good leaders know they have to be ready for their next&lt;br /&gt;meeting. Good parents know that they have to welcome&lt;br /&gt;their children home from school with hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers and parents know that they have to be fully&lt;br /&gt;present, and at their best for the people they care&lt;br /&gt;about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is that successful people do not let&lt;br /&gt;Garbage Trucks take over their day. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;What would happen in your life, starting today, if you&lt;br /&gt;let more garbage trucks pass you by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my bet.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Love the people who treat you right.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the ones who don't.&lt;br /&gt;Believe that everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;If you get a chance , TAKE IT!&lt;br /&gt;If it changes your life , LET IT!&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it would be easy...&lt;br /&gt;They just promised it would be worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-338736326727243287?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/338736326727243287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=338736326727243287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/338736326727243287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/338736326727243287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/09/beware-of-garbage-trucks-david-j-pollay.html' title='Beware of Garbage Trucks - David J. Pollay'/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-1175587250638295385</id><published>2007-09-17T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:26.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember the guy the shouted something to another guy, then ran and jumped splat into the wall? haha. It still cracks me up everytime! Just look at the way he hit the wall. Incredible. he must have been drunk or psycho-ed. look at the screen shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ru2C6FneiyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/0EAALSWPxUQ/s1600-h/jump+into+wall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ru2C6FneiyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/0EAALSWPxUQ/s400/jump+into+wall.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110885086587161378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see the video, look at my previous posts below. its somewhere down there. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-1175587250638295385?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/1175587250638295385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=1175587250638295385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1175587250638295385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1175587250638295385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/09/remember-guy-shouted-something-to.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ru2C6FneiyI/AAAAAAAAAb4/0EAALSWPxUQ/s72-c/jump+into+wall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-1504567928359253257</id><published>2007-09-15T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:28.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so, it concludes the day. A 1st prize award to group 34567!&lt;br /&gt;In-case you were wondering, its actually Zhipeng our guitarist, from W376, and Isaac and I from W450. Together, we're 34567. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets have some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up first, we have David, Weijian, Zhipeng and Isaac. Weijian requested a photo with us. haha. Its a nice pic eh! Interestingly do you notice something shiny on weijian's forehead? haha. I don't know what's that. Probably dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ruvv9FneiqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NuyI8WWyeZw/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110442034940775074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ruvv9FneiqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NuyI8WWyeZw/s400/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the Prize. 200 fresh bucks inside! And since our fan club were so supportive, they won 25bucks each from 34567. nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RuvxRlneirI/AAAAAAAAAbA/lsSkUNMU37c/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RuvxRlneirI/AAAAAAAAAbA/lsSkUNMU37c/s400/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110443486639721138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, here's the prize once again, with only 50 left for both the fan clubs. haha. and the one below is the prize I won for the Manhood conference few weeks ago! haha. gonna use that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ruv4FVneisI/AAAAAAAAAbI/TFxr-hMfg0I/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ruv4FVneisI/AAAAAAAAAbI/TFxr-hMfg0I/s400/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110450972767718082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my brand new bass amp. Talking about this, I went for my piano exam at Adelphi. Then went with mom n dad to Funan where I saw this Sony camera on sale. That led us to buy it then. Thereafter, we walked around Exelsior hotel basement, and I got the bass amp I've been waiting for for years. haha. So now I won't blow my guitar amp. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ruv4FVneitI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iemzDZDTxyw/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ruv4FVneitI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/iemzDZDTxyw/s400/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110450972767718098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the camera I spoke about. Such a beaut. Just look at the pictures that come out of it. haha. simply amazing! Well, the pictures on this post are all taken with this camera. nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ruv4FlneiuI/AAAAAAAAAbY/sPp1GfZB8FA/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ruv4FlneiuI/AAAAAAAAAbY/sPp1GfZB8FA/s400/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110450977062685410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W450~ Jackson, Isaac, Me, Abigail, Priscilla, Jing Ting, Daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ruv-mlneivI/AAAAAAAAAbg/qM7tevvEvXo/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ruv-mlneivI/AAAAAAAAAbg/qM7tevvEvXo/s400/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110458141068135154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Ziying! the finalist from W376! haha. she sings well I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ruv-m1neiwI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ycZu5d-YdT4/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ruv-m1neiwI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ycZu5d-YdT4/s400/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110458145363102466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, look at this pretty lady. :) haha. And mr Converse. Thats's Caelyn Janell Kuang Jing An. phew. Just spelling her name is exhausting. nice pic~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ruv-m1neixI/AAAAAAAAAbw/umScXYApyfQ/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ruv-m1neixI/AAAAAAAAAbw/umScXYApyfQ/s400/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110458145363102482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all for now. I just got sore eye. from my brother. :(&lt;br /&gt;It was spreading in his class recently. ahh. now I have a red eye. And whatever that virus is, mind you, its a quick and mighty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights~ I'll get the competition pics up soon. if I can. haha. adioZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics from Jackson's camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the begining of our performance. Isaac was playing the violin solo and Zhipeng with the guitar intro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://item-payments.com/d/793-2/P1110104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://item-payments.com/d/793-2/P1110104.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then toward the ending, the super emo time. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://item-payments.com/d/796-2/P1110105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://item-payments.com/d/796-2/P1110105.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prize giving! Presented by our beloved Yilun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://item-payments.com/d/799-2/P1110106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://item-payments.com/d/799-2/P1110106.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min on the stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://item-payments.com/d/775-2/P1110095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://item-payments.com/d/775-2/P1110095.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerem giving flowers to Min on the stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://item-payments.com/d/778-2/P1110097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://item-payments.com/d/778-2/P1110097.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziying rocking the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://item-payments.com/d/763-2/P1110091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://item-payments.com/d/763-2/P1110091.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w376 fanclub with guitars. JingAn's all out into it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://item-payments.com/d/754-2/P1110088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://item-payments.com/d/754-2/P1110088.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W376. Such a nice banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://item-payments.com/d/808-2/P1110110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://item-payments.com/d/808-2/P1110110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W450 Deshun Abigail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://item-payments.com/d/739-2/P1110083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://item-payments.com/d/739-2/P1110083.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songyuan Pris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://item-payments.com/d/742-2/P1110084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://item-payments.com/d/742-2/P1110084.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fellow contestants. I'm glad that although we only met each other about 3 days, we, the contestants also formed a bond with each other. It's great knowing all the other gifted people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://item-payments.com/d/766-2/P1110092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://item-payments.com/d/766-2/P1110092.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I'm still waiting and looking for more nicer photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-1504567928359253257?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/1504567928359253257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=1504567928359253257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1504567928359253257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1504567928359253257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-so-it-concludes-day.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Ruvv9FneiqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NuyI8WWyeZw/s72-c/DSC00022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-4615962748026880994</id><published>2007-09-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:33:01.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well..&lt;br /&gt;guess what.&lt;br /&gt;I qualified for the competition!&lt;br /&gt;but interestingly, I got into the group category which I didn't audition for. So what am I gonna do man! I don't have a band!&lt;br /&gt;Training is this sun, and I have piano exam on this friday.&lt;br /&gt;so need to practice, and the competition is on SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Oh man...&lt;br /&gt;1 day preperation for competition. hmm. well, i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;and also, we probably can't play the drums because of the location. Then how? acoustic band? with bass, singer, guitar and no drums? how how how!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-4615962748026880994?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/4615962748026880994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=4615962748026880994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4615962748026880994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4615962748026880994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-5663917485332300458</id><published>2007-09-03T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T07:58:48.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's back to blogging! After an absence of a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday it was the graduation of 4 beloved cell members from School of Theology. It was an emotional day. Two of them, Christine and Siewmin are going back to malaysia today. Gonna miss them both alot. They've been here for 4 months, but I've only known them for about 2. However, they've certainly found a place deep in my heart. I pray they be blessed as they return home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also yesterday, quite a few of my cell members and I went for "So you think you can sing?" auditions. I think we all did pretty well. So, we'll wait for the results to come out. I hope some of us do get in. The competition's pretty strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 7am in the morning! How? I slept almost immediately when I reached home yesterday evening. And so, for one of the rare occasions, I get to see the morning sun. ahh. how refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I only get to see it if I sty awake the whole night. I hope this new sleeping time changes. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, over the past few weeks or months, I've grown to know my cell members alot more. It's good that after so long a period, I've finally been able to have a new cell that I can safely call home. Lovin Zhipeng and Jess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-5663917485332300458?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/5663917485332300458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=5663917485332300458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/5663917485332300458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/5663917485332300458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-back-to-blogging-after-absence-of.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-8004745286202960942</id><published>2007-08-23T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:07:37.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS GREAT! SIMPLY GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;Just finished my final paper this morning.&lt;br /&gt;So, its time to hit the sack soon, and recharge my batteries. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-8004745286202960942?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/8004745286202960942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=8004745286202960942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8004745286202960942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8004745286202960942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-great-simply-great-just-finished-my.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-7054951014410735974</id><published>2007-08-21T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:19:07.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll: Family ties key to youth happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Poll: Family ties key to youth happiness&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By JOCELYN NOVECK and TREVOR TOMPSON, Associated Press Writers &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK - So you're between the ages of 13 and 24. What makes you happy? A worried, weary parent might imagine the answer to sound something like this: Sex, drugs, a little rock 'n' roll. Maybe some cash, or at least the car keys. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Turns out the real answer is quite different. Spending time with family was the top answer to that open-ended question, according to an extensive survey — more than 100 questions asked of 1,280 people ages 13-24 — conducted by The Associated Press and MTV on the nature of happiness among America's young people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was spending time with friends, followed by time with a significant other. And even better for parents: Nearly three-quarters of young people say their relationship with their parents makes them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're my foundation," says Kristiana St. John, 17, a high-school student from Queens in New York. "My mom tells me that even if I do something stupid, she's still going to love me no matter what. Just knowing that makes me feel very happy and blessed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other results are more disconcerting. While most young people are happy overall with the way their lives are going, there are racial differences: the poll shows whites to be happier, across economic categories, than blacks and Hispanics. A lot of young people feel stress, particularly those from the middle class, and females more than males.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think money would be clearly tied to a general sense of happiness. But almost no one said "money" when asked what makes them happy, though people with the highest family incomes are generally happier with life. However, having highly educated parents is a stronger predictor of happiness than income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sex? Yes, we were getting to that. Being sexually active actually leads to less happiness among 13-17 year olds, according to the survey. If you're 18 to 24, sex might lead to more happiness in the moment, but not in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the body to the soul: Close to half say religion and spirituality are very important. And more than half say they believe there is a higher power that has an influence over things that make them happy. Beyond religion, simply belonging to an organized religious group makes people happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And parents, here's some more for you: Most young people in school say it makes them happy. Overwhelmingly, young people think marriage would make them happy and want to be married some day. Most also want to have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when asked to name their heroes, nearly half of respondents mentioned one or both of their parents. The winner, by a nose: Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS IS ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...two kinds of ice cream," according to the song from "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown." John Lennon, more darkly, described it as a warm gun. A much more typical description comes from Stacy Rosales, a 23-year-old recent college graduate, who calls it "just a general stress-free feeling where I'm not really worried about anything. THAT makes me happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Chad Fiedler, 17, it's "just waking up in the morning and looking forward to what I'm going to be doing that day." And for Esohe Roland, a 14 year old from Nashville, it's "playing trumpet in my school band."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However you express, define or feel it, 65 percent of those surveyed say they're happy with the way things are going for them right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE FAMILY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what one thing makes them most happy, 20 percent mentioned spending time with family — more than anything else. About three-quarters — 73 percent — said their relationship with their parents makes them happy. After family, it was relationships with friends that people mentioned most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's good news to hear young people being realistic about what really makes them happy," says psychologist Jean Twenge, author of "Generation Me" and a professor at San Diego State University. "Research has shown us that relationships are the single greatest source of happiness." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also confirming existing research, Twenge says, is the finding that children of divorced parents are somewhat less likely to be happy. Among 13-17 year olds, 64 percent of those with parents still together said they wake up happy, compared to 47 percent of those with divorced parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST COMES LOVE, THEN COMES...: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, romantic relationships are a source of happiness — but being in one doesn't necessarily lead to greater happiness with life in general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It would be nice, but where I am right now is, I want to take care of myself," says Rosales. "Before you can be in a committed relationship you have to know who you are and what you really want." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, though, marriage is a goal for most young people, with 92 percent saying they either definitely or probably want to get married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to be one of those career businesswomen who just doesn't ever settle down," says St. John, the New York high school student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY, MONEY, MONEY: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money may make the world go around, but when asked what one thing makes them happiest, almost nobody in the poll mentioned money or anything material. Still, money does play a role in happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who can't afford to buy many of the things they want are less happy with life in general. Just under half of young people think they'd be happier if they had more money, while the same percentage (49 percent) say they'd be just as happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to college next year," says Fiedler, who will attend Drexel University in Philadelphia. "Not the cheapest thing nowadays. Money isn't the most important thing, but if something happens, it can turn into it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRESSES, FEARS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young people in this survey had a 10 percent higher stress rate than adults did in a 2006 AP-Ipsos poll. For ages 13 to 17, school is the greatest source of stress. For those in the 18-24 range, it's jobs and financial matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 29 percent feel very safe traveling, and 25 percent very safe from terror attacks. Still, those interviewed said the fear of terror interfered very little with their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRUGS AND ALCOHOL: Alcohol users are slightly less happy than those who don't drink. The differences are more remarkable among 13-17 year olds; just 40 percent of those who drank in the last seven days reported being happy with life, versus 68 percent of those who didn't. And 49 percent of illegal drug users reported being happy with life, compared with 66 percent of those who didn't use drugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACIAL DIVIDE: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While 72 percent of whites say they're happy with life in general, just 56 percent of blacks and 51 percent of Hispanics say that. And 66 percent of whites were happy at the moment the interview began, compared with 57 percent of minorities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSTENANCE FOR THE SOUL: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just like believing in something greater than me and everybody else," St. John, who attends a Catholic school, says of her commitment to religion. "When I pray, sometimes it just makes me feel better, if I'm freaking out about things." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those for whom religion and spirituality plays a bigger role tend to be happier, according to the poll. More than half — 55 percent — say it is either a very important part of life or the single most important thing in their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A HERO: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah Winfrey? Michael Jordan? Hillary Clinton? Tiger Woods? All those names came up when people were asked about heroes. Of public figures, Martin Luther King, Jr. got the most mentions. But nearly half mentioned one of their parents, with mothers ranking higher (29 percent) than fathers (21 percent.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My parents came here from the Philippines in the '70s," says Rosales. "They raised a family and got to where they are from scratch. My mother's now the director of a hospital. I admire them both so much." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mother is a pastor, and she's my role model," says Esohe, the 14 year old in Nashville. "She's so giving." Blacks and Hispanics were more likely than whites to name their mothers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also mentioned: God (more than 10 percent), teachers (nearly 5 percent); and members of the military, policemen and firefighters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CRYSTAL BALL: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will young people grow up to be happy adults? Overall they're optimistic: Sixty-two percent think they'll be happier in the future than they are now. (Those over 18 are more optimistic.) But many anticipate a more difficult life than their parents had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think a lot about my kids and what their lives are going to be like," says Fiedler. "There may be wars going on, who knows. I just have a feeling it's going to be harder for the future generation to be happy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AP-MTV poll was conducted by Knowledge Networks Inc. from April 16 to 23, and involved online interviews with 1,280 people aged 13 to 24. It had a margin of sampling error of plus or minus 3 percentage points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP News Survey Specialist Dennis Junius contributed to this report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070820/ap_en_ot/youth_poll_happiness"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070820/ap_en_ot/youth_poll_happiness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-7054951014410735974?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/7054951014410735974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=7054951014410735974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7054951014410735974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/7054951014410735974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/08/poll-family-ties-key-to-youth-happiness.html' title='Poll: Family ties key to youth happiness'/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-4896856689848785535</id><published>2007-08-16T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T02:30:30.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS FUNNY! I wonder what he's saying. hahaa. I love the way he jumps into the wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/MzUwNTk5"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/MzUwNTk5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/kid-slams-into-wall.html"&gt;Kid Slams Into Wall&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;free videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-4896856689848785535?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/4896856689848785535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=4896856689848785535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4896856689848785535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4896856689848785535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-funny-i-wonder-what-hes-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-4814293467099371725</id><published>2007-08-13T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:49:58.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STUDY STUDY STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams this sat till next thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be positive about it, I'm gonna have a great time studying this week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-4814293467099371725?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/4814293467099371725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=4814293467099371725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4814293467099371725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/4814293467099371725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/08/study-study-study.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-262345177863516821</id><published>2007-08-12T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T02:04:24.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had cell at my place again this afternoon. The word was great.&lt;br /&gt;Its about how we need to discipline in order to have positive transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Discipline affections. Loving things and people is a choice. Where your treasure is there your heart will be also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Discipline of adoptions. Adopting what will allow us to progress in our lives. Like reading instead of playing com all the while. And adoption of recognition. Think about 3 things you constantly think and tell others about yourself. Then compare it with what others say about you. If if tallies, you know you're not just full of hot air. but then also, you can use it as a guage to know if you have changed a character trait of yours successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Discipline of taking action. We need to write goals for our lives and then work towards it by taking action. I think you're always better off if you try, because if you never try, you never took the first step, you haven't even started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was also Dr. AR Bernard duing service. He explained really well. Awesome! Great Illustrations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-262345177863516821?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/262345177863516821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=262345177863516821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/262345177863516821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/262345177863516821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-had-cell-at-my-place-again-this.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-8119699821303650539</id><published>2007-08-10T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T01:16:52.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some videos for you guys to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;First up, we've seen the iPhone. Now, there's iPhone Shuffle! check it out man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QwnsQpcNvpE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QwnsQpcNvpE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next up, the world's tallest Midget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSRZgvPHakA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSRZgvPHakA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a nice 3d cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPrGpsrXCyc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPrGpsrXCyc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-8119699821303650539?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/8119699821303650539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=8119699821303650539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8119699821303650539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/8119699821303650539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-videos-for-you-guys-to-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-2099839056022011114</id><published>2007-08-09T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:29.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post 2 of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I actually also went to my classmate's house to study last night. At the rooftop of 14th floor, near the heart of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Burnt the whole night on the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also mr.Singtel who stayed up with us.&lt;br /&gt;Here you see, it was about 4am when the moon was high up in the sky. we saw the moon rise. That's him at the top of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RrtAdiKRquI/AAAAAAAAAaY/n4g1-f0ysK8/s1600-h/IMAG0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RrtAdiKRquI/AAAAAAAAAaY/n4g1-f0ysK8/s400/IMAG0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096738279430138594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we saw a shooting star too! how cool. My friend lives in the penhouse unit. therefore owns the roof too! haha. how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RrtAdSKRqtI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_7ES9nOULtc/s1600-h/IMAG0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RrtAdSKRqtI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_7ES9nOULtc/s400/IMAG0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096738275135171282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this was just a gummy snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone's GPS works! I tried it on the way home! It was way cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then also, backtracking a few days, I was eating tapaoed Thosai. Some indian food. Then I spotted a long orange strend of something, which I innitially passed of as carrot. But then, it somehow looked like rubberband. So I pulled it out, out of curiousity. Lo and Behold! IT WAS A RUBBERBAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RrtAdSKRqsI/AAAAAAAAAaI/iLwzOVyPSzA/s1600-h/IMAG0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RrtAdSKRqsI/AAAAAAAAAaI/iLwzOVyPSzA/s400/IMAG0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096738275135171266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't freak out. don't worry. just laughed over it with mom and finished my food. which wasn't tasty. who cares anyway. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-2099839056022011114?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/2099839056022011114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=2099839056022011114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2099839056022011114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2099839056022011114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/08/post-2-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RrtAdiKRquI/AAAAAAAAAaY/n4g1-f0ysK8/s72-c/IMAG0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-2765777599448972056</id><published>2007-08-09T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:48:36.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;The celebration wasn't that hype around where I live. my neighbourhood probably thought they'd chill this year. But I was enjoying it on Tv.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Alot of effort put in, but I still don't think it was very well done. Especially the dancing and singing.&lt;br /&gt;However the fireworks were splendid! and so were the military and police displays. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried calling pizzahut but the line was engaged. must be a busy night for them.&lt;br /&gt;Got macs instead. boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-2765777599448972056?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/2765777599448972056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=2765777599448972056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2765777599448972056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2765777599448972056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-singapore-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-1712484317736655583</id><published>2007-08-08T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:36:31.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ibear.cn/wireless/wp-content/dopod_u1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: ;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RrnCgCKRqrI/AAAAAAAAAaA/S5RklJGfhLY/s400/dopod_u10001.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a Dopod U1000.&lt;br /&gt;Combines firstly, 3G Handphone, and also pda features, and wireless internet, bluetooth, and GPS. Not to mention 8gb micro disk, and 1gb storage card. thats more than 2 times the capacity of my 4gb mp3 player!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's also the phone I'm currently using! haha!&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story. Dad bought this phone many months ago for it's features. But he also was already using a O2 XDA Atom. So he didn't really make use of it. I wonder why he bought it anyway. About half a year later, which was also last saturday, siblings and dad were in a "new handphone" conversation. And I mentioned that if dad didn't want that, I wanted it. And so, amazingly, he said Okay, you can have it. haha. So thats how I got my new phone!&lt;br /&gt;I think this beats the Iphone. Price wise, it would work out to only be slightly more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been the constant center of attraction of anyone who sees it. It's that big.&lt;br /&gt;But the downside of this phone is that, obviously, it's huge compared to normal phones. At leats 2.5 times my old one. But I've been known to carry huge phones because my size matches up to it. Enouugh of the phone. I'm tired about talking about it already. you can see it when you see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, It's been rest days for me the past 2 days. Then National Day's tomorrow! Gonna have a picnic or something at East coast park with my cell. Then comes friday to get started studying. Sat's for cell, and sun for service, then the last 5 weekdays before my first paper! It's that close!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's time for some pictures. these are the goods ones I managed to salvage. I'm still getting used to my new camera. so forgive me alright. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm3ECKRqgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/q5HPoylkjR0/s1600-h/IMAG0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm3ECKRqgI/AAAAAAAAAYo/q5HPoylkjR0/s400/IMAG0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096305733273758210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuanmei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm3ESKRqhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/hR55nIctM9w/s1600-h/IMAG0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm3ESKRqhI/AAAAAAAAAYw/hR55nIctM9w/s400/IMAG0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096305737568725522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewMan and boss. haha. some skin. but looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm3EiKRqiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/e_RVoVxecNk/s1600-h/IMAG0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm3EiKRqiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/e_RVoVxecNk/s400/IMAG0021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096305741863692834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewMan again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm3FCKRqjI/AAAAAAAAAZA/i5ReOrbi3hM/s1600-h/IMAG0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm3FCKRqjI/AAAAAAAAAZA/i5ReOrbi3hM/s400/IMAG0022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096305750453627442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delirious @ FOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm6JiKRqlI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/CTz_B4bBfnU/s1600-h/IMAGE_030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm6JiKRqlI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/CTz_B4bBfnU/s400/IMAGE_030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096309126297922130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Moen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm6JyKRqmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jJKK_lCcCkU/s1600-h/IMAGE_034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm6JyKRqmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/jJKK_lCcCkU/s400/IMAGE_034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096309130592889442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper after it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm6JyKRqnI/AAAAAAAAAZg/S5LS1SWJtRw/s1600-h/IMAGE_038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm6JyKRqnI/AAAAAAAAAZg/S5LS1SWJtRw/s400/IMAGE_038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096309130592889458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Sis's birthday celebration on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm3FCKRqkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Ppx5C7De0Zo/s1600-h/IMAG0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm3FCKRqkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Ppx5C7De0Zo/s400/IMAG0043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096305750453627458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake! this was 2 days after i got my new phone. pictures improving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm-TSKRqoI/AAAAAAAAAZo/6HlHq5UNpKY/s1600-h/IMAGE_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm-TSKRqoI/AAAAAAAAAZo/6HlHq5UNpKY/s400/IMAGE_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096313691848157826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's sister. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm-TSKRqpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/vR_dIMEcYoA/s1600-h/IMAG0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/Rrm-TSKRqpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/vR_dIMEcYoA/s400/IMAG0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096313691848157842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-1712484317736655583?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/1712484317736655583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=1712484317736655583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1712484317736655583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/1712484317736655583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/08/thats-dopod-u1000.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9MyrIc05YE8/RrnCgCKRqrI/AAAAAAAAAaA/S5RklJGfhLY/s72-c/dopod_u10001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-2370722226505227625</id><published>2007-08-06T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T17:45:20.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. life is good isn't it. yes, thats because God is Good! haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm half asleep now in school, waiting for my dad to pick me. I just finished my presentation. I think it was okay. acceptable. this is the project that the most effort was put in so far, and also comes with the longest presentations. my grounp took up to 40mins in all, even while we were rushing through everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO Glad that it's now over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop died on me again earier. And no amount of CPR could revive it. So it was chuecked back into my bag. then i just took it out 15mis ago to try again, and it just works! Perfectly fine now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when it's going to throw tantraums again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check out this video man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://break.com/index/semi-truck-with-3-jet-engines.html"&gt;3Jet engines on Truck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-2370722226505227625?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/2370722226505227625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=2370722226505227625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2370722226505227625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/2370722226505227625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/08/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11749037.post-3711783628192251428</id><published>2007-08-06T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T01:19:11.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nights of FOP.&lt;br /&gt;2 failed attempts in my project.&lt;br /&gt;I'm left fatigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working so hard on my portion of the group project TWICE. I got it wrong. because, really I didn't know what the project was about. It was my fault. Thank my group mates for being so gracious toward me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm working on the last section. And tomorrow afternoon is the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I've got a study partner for this exams!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post my portion of FOP pics when i'm free maybe tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also had a great time at family dinner. It was for Mom and Sis's birthday celebration. we decided not to splash on the meal this time, so we ate boon tong kee. which turned out to be as we budgeted, but yet, the food exceeded expetations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11749037-3711783628192251428?l=desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/feeds/3711783628192251428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11749037&amp;postID=3711783628192251428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3711783628192251428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11749037/posts/default/3711783628192251428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desiringyourpresence.blogspot.com/2007/08/2nights-of-fop.html' title=''/><author><name>david the muzekman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/davidchoosw/guitarme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
