<?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-1748249875411458263</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:15:24.405+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Christianity'/><category term='Movie and Entertainment'/><category term='Motivation'/><category term='Food and Travelling'/><category term='About God'/><title type='text'>FAITH IN A CITY</title><subtitle type='html'>Living in a different world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Albert Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCCUnHV8kaU/TWqiXXyclJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aN9LMoUgZoE/s220/Albert%2BTan_albert%2BFB.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748249875411458263.post-5573914984751273823</id><published>2010-12-17T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T11:28:05.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About God'/><title type='text'>God Does Exist-A Story To Tell</title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon a friend's blog and found&lt;br /&gt;this interesting story about God. I can't&lt;br /&gt;remember which, but i would like to share&lt;br /&gt;it and with courtesy to the one who came&lt;br /&gt;out with this story.Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is one of the best explanations&lt;br /&gt;of why God allows pain and suffering&lt;br /&gt;that I have seen. It's an explanation&lt;br /&gt;other people will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady went to a beauty shop to have&lt;br /&gt;her hair cut and her nails painted and&lt;br /&gt;trimmed. As the lady began to work,&lt;br /&gt;they began to have a good&lt;br /&gt;conversation ..&lt;br /&gt;They talked about so many things and&lt;br /&gt;various subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they eventually touched on the&lt;br /&gt;subject of God, the beautician&lt;br /&gt;said: "I&lt;br /&gt;don't believe that God exists."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked Sheryl,&lt;br /&gt;who has MS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you just have to go out in the&lt;br /&gt;street to realize that God doesn't&lt;br /&gt;exist. Tell me, if God exists, would&lt;br /&gt;there be so many sick people? Would&lt;br /&gt;there be abandoned children? If God&lt;br /&gt;existed, there would be neither&lt;br /&gt;suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a&lt;br /&gt;loving God who would allow all of&lt;br /&gt;these things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sheryl thought for a moment, but&lt;br /&gt;didn't respond because she didn't want&lt;br /&gt;to start an argument. The beautician&lt;br /&gt;just finished her job and the customer&lt;br /&gt;left the shop. Just after she left the&lt;br /&gt;beauty shop, she saw a woman in the&lt;br /&gt;street with long, stringy, dirty hair&lt;br /&gt;and not groomed at all. She looked&lt;br /&gt;dirty and unkempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl turned back and entered the&lt;br /&gt;beauty shop again and she said to the&lt;br /&gt;beautician: "You know what?&lt;br /&gt;Beauticians do not exist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say that?" asked the&lt;br /&gt;surprised beautician. "I am here, and&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;am a beautician. And I just worked on&lt;br /&gt;you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No!" Sheryl exclaimed. "Beauticians&lt;br /&gt;don't exist because if they did, there&lt;br /&gt;would be no people with dirty long&lt;br /&gt;hair and be very unkempt, like that&lt;br /&gt;woman&lt;br /&gt;out side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, but beauticians DO exist! What&lt;br /&gt;happens is, people do not come to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly ", affirmed Sheryl. "That's&lt;br /&gt;the point! God, too, DOES exist! What&lt;br /&gt;happens, is, people don't go to Him&lt;br /&gt;and do not look for Him. That's why&lt;br /&gt;there's so much pain and suffering in&lt;br /&gt;the world." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748249875411458263-5573914984751273823?l=faithguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/feeds/5573914984751273823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748249875411458263&amp;postID=5573914984751273823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/5573914984751273823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/5573914984751273823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/2010/12/god-does-exist-story-to-tell.html' title='God Does Exist-A Story To Tell'/><author><name>Albert Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCCUnHV8kaU/TWqiXXyclJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aN9LMoUgZoE/s220/Albert%2BTan_albert%2BFB.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748249875411458263.post-581115687125537663</id><published>2010-12-12T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:21:14.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Faith In A City</title><content type='html'>This few days I recieved quite a number of inspirations from the people around me, from my birthday until yesterday when i attended my Best friend wedding. A youth who used to be under my care and close to me, gave me an interesting book as a present. A book about heaven, a book that I know of but never got a chance to read. Then the speech by the pastor from my best friend church who talked about love, true love, and a friend, whom i have not met for ages, talk about Faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sadden and yet joyful at the same time. A mixture of feeling. Is it because i have left the Lord for quite a long time? Have i fallen? and sharing with the friend about the Gospel made me feel different. I know the words, but i can't feel it. I realized that living in a busy city sometimes can kill your faith in the Lord when you live in solitary. But the Lord always keep an eye on you and at times, speak to you. Just that you're to busy to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i returned from the wedding ceremony, I made up my mind to devote this blog to talk about Faith. A blog that talks about living with faith in a busy city, about what people in this city believe in and about the Lord. This blog is not used to condemn anyone or anything, but to create a deep thought about how we could see things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has change bit by bit as time goes by. Nothing is the same as it used to be a few decades ago, and it was totally different as well thousand years ago. People in the city is struggling for a breakthrough in life, to make a good living so that they can provide to their family, and to experience the excitement and entertainment provided by this new modern world. In spite of that, there are those who tried to bring Light into the city, by sharing the Gospel and building churches, hoping that there will be some that can be saved. In fact it did, and the church grew. Numbers added into the church each day; but is the faith of these people growing? Has the church in the city become more worldly these days along with the changing of this modern world? I am seeing joyful faces infront of me, but deep down, i could feel sorrow and pain in these people, eventhough they are masked by the smiling faces. Has mine gone faded as well?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748249875411458263-581115687125537663?l=faithguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/feeds/581115687125537663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748249875411458263&amp;postID=581115687125537663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/581115687125537663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/581115687125537663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/2010/12/faith-in-city.html' title='Faith In A City'/><author><name>Albert Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCCUnHV8kaU/TWqiXXyclJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aN9LMoUgZoE/s220/Albert%2BTan_albert%2BFB.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748249875411458263.post-2561862622993547172</id><published>2010-11-25T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T00:50:54.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I Tweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543158061981548114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/TO1A43JAvlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/L3kOpkkgwsg/s200/Twitter%2Blogo.PNG" /&gt;Finally, i've joined the T&lt;strong&gt;weeter &lt;/strong&gt;community! Stil new at it as i just registered. Just uploaded my photo. It a very useful social media tool to promote yourself and your business to the world as the tweets are updated every minute! So what does a guy like me need Tweeter for? No idea. May be sharing my thoughts and daily life encoutners? I guess i would underuse it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Tweeter allows you follow those cool people, especially professionals on their updates regard of product launching, advice, latest issues or happening took place etc. You can even make friends and interact with them by sending message or just tweet them or follow them. But i guess it's much better to send something or a greeting saying "Hi, I'm blah blah blah, nice to meet you. where you from.." that kinda things. So ya, it's cool to join Tweeter. Do explore it. If you have one, then let's tweet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748249875411458263-2561862622993547172?l=faithguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/feeds/2561862622993547172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748249875411458263&amp;postID=2561862622993547172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/2561862622993547172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/2561862622993547172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-tweet.html' title='I Tweet!'/><author><name>Albert Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCCUnHV8kaU/TWqiXXyclJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aN9LMoUgZoE/s220/Albert%2BTan_albert%2BFB.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/TO1A43JAvlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/L3kOpkkgwsg/s72-c/Twitter%2Blogo.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748249875411458263.post-280674859245621699</id><published>2010-11-21T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T12:45:01.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Starting A New Chapter</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since i updated my blog. Sometime life in a busy city really caught me up and everyday routine is about the same. I also realized that many of my friends' blog have not been updated as well. Is everyone too busy? or there's nothing to write about in life? But still, there are others that keep updating their blog quite often and the&amp;nbsp;happening that took place in their life seems interesting and at times, humorous. It's exciting to read these bloggers' blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i gave&amp;nbsp;a thought about it, hey, i could do the same too. Make life interesting and there's lots of things&amp;nbsp;to share about. Just have to maximize my time and fully utilize myself. Keep exposing myself and keep learning. I just have to make it a habit of writing and sharing. It would be a great joy to share it with others and socialize with all those active bloggers out there. So, i decided to have a new theme for this blog which i changed from "my life journey" to "Life in a city". A blog that talk about my life in a city or should i say metropolitan,&amp;nbsp;and i have stay in a city for almost 9 years since i entered university. Talk about the challenges and problem that we faced, or mishap that we may encounter, the fun places to visit and the view and practice of religion aspect in a city. Finding a way to cope with the hectic schedules and so on. So ya, if anyone would like to contribute a theme for my blog, i'm more welcome to listen to it. Peace yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748249875411458263-280674859245621699?l=faithguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/feeds/280674859245621699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748249875411458263&amp;postID=280674859245621699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/280674859245621699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/280674859245621699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/2010/11/starting-new-chapter.html' title='Starting A New Chapter'/><author><name>Albert Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748249875411458263.post-104834502813988019</id><published>2010-11-13T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T12:46:20.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>What's Your Value</title><content type='html'>Today i was asked "What's Your Value?".&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" I puzzled. "What Value?"&lt;br /&gt;It's the value that you placed on yourself. How much you think you worth?&lt;br /&gt;How much you like your employer to pay you? Are you worth only 2500 dollars per month? Well, i said i was worth 3000 dollars or more than that. Then i was asked why i didn't put a higher price on myself?&lt;br /&gt;I would like to, but i'm not working in a private sector or in a profit generate based company. In the government sector. You received what they pay you if you agreed on what the document stated. I love the job, but i was undervalue i guess.&lt;br /&gt;So now i have to give myself a value, a value i know i'm worth.&lt;br /&gt;Was paying 3000-4000 dollars to attending a course to upgrade yourself worth it? I said worth it. Especially it's a new skill and can make you extra income if you know how to market yourself to the world.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm worth more than... 7 figures. Lol. Think big, do big, and make it even bigger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748249875411458263-104834502813988019?l=faithguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/feeds/104834502813988019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748249875411458263&amp;postID=104834502813988019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/104834502813988019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/104834502813988019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-your-value.html' title='What&apos;s Your Value'/><author><name>Albert Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCCUnHV8kaU/TWqiXXyclJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aN9LMoUgZoE/s220/Albert%2BTan_albert%2BFB.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748249875411458263.post-3690712976405455920</id><published>2009-05-17T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:15:31.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask For It!</title><content type='html'>"Get up, young man!" a voice calling me. "How long do you plan to lie down there?" it continued.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, feeling weary.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm tired" I replied. "I do not know whether should i keep on doing all these nonsense?"&lt;br /&gt;"What is the thing that you called nonsense?" It asked.&lt;br /&gt;"For everyone is fighting for something that worth it. They would go all out because they believed that it can be achieved and they will succeed, which turned out different." I grumbled. "wouldn't it be frustracted if a basketball coach prepared so hard for the coming game with new strategies, fighting so hard to get sponsorship of jersey and sweat so much during the training session by shouting and motivating his players, when he realized that none of them are interested in playing the game?"&lt;br /&gt;"Wouldn't it be nice if the coach just chose the best players in town to win the tournament, rather than focusing on the given, half-hearted players?" I continued.&lt;br /&gt;"So you're troubled by all these tiny little obstacle that you faced?" It said as if it meant nothing.&lt;br /&gt;"Life is short you know? I have dream to achieve too, and why am i wasting time focusing on thing that does not bring any benefit to me at all, but to others who take it for granted and yet appreciate it? Things that cause me to tear down and worn out." Disappointing, i continued, "wouldn't it be better if i just focus on things that matter to me most just like any other successful man would?".&lt;br /&gt;"They don't do things that others told them to do, rather they did what they had to do.... for who? themselves." I continued again.&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh... yes, they do. But they do it so that the world can benefit from it, while they gain part of it as well, didn't they?" the voice replied with calmness.&lt;br /&gt;"Well... at least they do what they do best, right?" I replied with dissatisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;"What then, are the best that you can do for yourself?" It asked.&lt;br /&gt;I kept silence for a while. "I wanna run."&lt;br /&gt;"What can it do to others?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing." I replied quietly. "They can watch me run."&lt;br /&gt;A laughter can be heard, as if someone is sitting next to me. I turned around, but there's no one there. Then i heard the voice again.&lt;br /&gt;"Young man, if you were planning to run without a finishing line or direction. Then it would be meaningless, wouldn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course it does, who would run a race with no ending line or rewards?" I started to get annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, not exactly." It tried to explain. "Many are running the race of their life without a direction without them realizing it. They do or executing the task or the so called "dream of their life" by thinking that it meant a lot to them until the end of the journey when they realized that it was worthless."&lt;br /&gt;"Along the way, they can chose to make it more meaningful but they didn't. Joy, fun, excitement and self-fulfilling achievement doesn't mean it is meaningful. Blending along with it are the deadly sins of human nature that they did not recognize." It said.&lt;br /&gt;"So that means i cannot run?" I challenged.&lt;br /&gt;"Is that what you really wan to do?" It asked again. "I do not think that is what you wan to achieve for your future plan."&lt;br /&gt;"I.... I just not into this charity work thingy." I said&lt;br /&gt;"Charity... you said?"&lt;br /&gt;"No... that is not what i meant. I'm more into ... " I was half way explaining when the voice cut through.&lt;br /&gt;"Then, why didn't you ask for it?"&lt;br /&gt;"I thought i should have. It just that people always tell me try not to say no to others, and i dont want to show people as if i'm disobedient and unhelpful." I mumbled&lt;br /&gt;"Says who?" It asked.&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless for a while.&lt;br /&gt;"What's the purpose for someone to carry out the task given if he or she are not fit to do it, and of course that comes with a strong reason. There will always be someone who are fit to do the job if you can find the right person because lies within everyone is the special ability and gift that no other would have."&lt;br /&gt;"If you ask in my name, would i not give it to you? but it must served a purpose." Then it continued, "for everything comes with a responsibility, and you have to be responsible for the things that you asked for." It's voice started to raise.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, my mistake." I apologized.&lt;br /&gt;"Remember this, only the humble and obedient will found favor in me." then it silence.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt. I have not been praying for quite a long time that i have lost touch with the Holy one. Be it for myself or for others, i did not voice out, but kept it in my heart. Today i have woke up from my dream, and realized that life has just begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748249875411458263-3690712976405455920?l=faithguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/feeds/3690712976405455920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748249875411458263&amp;postID=3690712976405455920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/3690712976405455920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/3690712976405455920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/2009/05/ask-for-it.html' title='Ask For It!'/><author><name>Albert Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCCUnHV8kaU/TWqiXXyclJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aN9LMoUgZoE/s220/Albert%2BTan_albert%2BFB.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748249875411458263.post-4008420737117575992</id><published>2009-03-15T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:19:50.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time For Recalibration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SbysCQ7d0II/AAAAAAAAADY/UjAzKC4pHEw/s1600-h/confidence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313310815294443650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SbysCQ7d0II/AAAAAAAAADY/UjAzKC4pHEw/s400/confidence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a while that i kept falling sick, especially towards the weekends. Tight and hactic schedules during the week days have consumed much of my energy and time to focus on what i really need to do to upgrade myself physically, mentally, emotionly and spiritual. For the last two months, eversince the week before Chinese New Year. Things and tasks just keep pouring into my schedule, and outstation tasks, seminars and presentations, routine tasks at work and church can never cease to come to a halt. I suddenly realised that i have not been doing the things that i like and used to do. I could not remember when is the last time i have ever enter a gym or doing fitness work like jogging and swimming. Health starts to deteriorated as time goes by, pressured by the work and routine in my hand. It makes me feel like quiting, disgusted by the people surrounded me, which add no value to my personal growth, consuming my energy and time and finance, it all sucked up major potion of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After receiving medical from my doctor, which the result showed that my HDL and RBC is below normal, i felt like taking vacation and distance myself from the rest of the world. I have decided not to put my health at risk. This few weeks of recovery really puts me in stress as i still yet to finish my given tasks. Thinking of delegating the tasks would be a wise option, but it seems that it would still be pushed back to me. It really tense you up when you have unproductive and dependent people serving and working with you as they can never really make decission by themselves or even making the right decission. Are these people lack of interest in what they do to strive for the best for the company or organisation, or are they just lazy and brainless? God knows, and help them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This few weeks have been weeks full of eye's muscle training. Reading non-stop from journal articles, scientific science books, bible, to spiritual growth book to gain information, and to reread and digesting the information is not an easy task for me. Last two weeks is a turning point for me as i was able to visit a few book stores to find other books (other than the type of books i mentioned above) to refresh myself with new info that able to help my personal growth. For the first time i put everything aside to complete 5 books in two weeks on organaisation behaviour, investment, leadership and persoanl finance management. Learn alot, great tips and love it. It's something that you dont learn elsewhere, at work or at home. Most advisors or agents will even charge you for relevant advise or access to such information. I have learned ways on how to take charge of my own future, understand what benefits me and what's not, what worth while of doing and what's not, who you should stick to and who you should not. There's an old saying: learn to love or take care of yourself before you plan to love or take care of others. Even great leadership author John C Maxwell emphasize that we should focus 90% on ourselves and 10% on others. This is so true. Everyone on earth only care about themselves and they know how to take care of themselves. No one is going or be responsible to take care of you other than you yourself. For those who are teachable and humble, they will find ways to upgrade themselves instead of waiting for others to feed them with the knowledge and information. For those who are not, it's up to them. We are not responsible for their future or whatsoever if they still keep to this attitude. As leader or senior, we only need to add in a little on what they have to improve their effeciency. Even the Lord teaches us to observe the ants, and He calls the lazy one, Sluggard, for a reason. As for the next few weeks, it time to recalibrate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748249875411458263-4008420737117575992?l=faithguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/feeds/4008420737117575992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748249875411458263&amp;postID=4008420737117575992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/4008420737117575992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/4008420737117575992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-for-recalibration.html' title='A Time For Recalibration'/><author><name>Albert Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCCUnHV8kaU/TWqiXXyclJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aN9LMoUgZoE/s220/Albert%2BTan_albert%2BFB.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SbysCQ7d0II/AAAAAAAAADY/UjAzKC4pHEw/s72-c/confidence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748249875411458263.post-5083157609266393894</id><published>2008-12-10T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:16:44.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Vibrant Youth: Shepherd and Sheep Part1- Basic Understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/ST9rArTTHnI/AAAAAAAAADI/NTQVnOG8goI/s1600-h/shepherd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278054947669352050" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/ST9rArTTHnI/AAAAAAAAADI/NTQVnOG8goI/s400/shepherd.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 285px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 350px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Vibrant Community- That's the theme for the 13th MNC in PICC. The teaching is still fresh in my head, and the part that refreshed me most is the part on "The church as a flock of sheep", which mainly talk about the relationship between the shepherd and the sheep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's people is like a flock of sheep, who are weak, and need to be protected and led. To me, it is important to have a good shepherd to guide and watch over his sheep. A shepherd is like a leader as well, because he guides, leads, cares and protects his own sheep all the time. Only hired shepherd will ran off if his sheep is attacked by wolves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... what does it takes to be a good shepherd? Well, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;a good shepherd is a leader who can lead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(in any ways), such as showing good examples or be a role model, care and look after, patient and have passions toward the growth of his/her sheep, motivate and encourage them and to teach the words of God. Hence, it is important for the shepherd to be ahead of his/her sheep by equiping oneself with the word of God as knowing it is like putting on the armor of God (Ephesians 6:10-20). Without it, you cannot protect your sheep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Second, a shepherd protects his/her sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This can be done thru shepherding your sheep and teach them to walk on the right path. To be their counsellor and advisor in any major decision making, so that they would not make the wrong decision and judgement. To correct and rebuke them when they done something that does not pleased God. A shepherd also need to pray for protection onto his/her sheep and safe covering from time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Thirdly, a shepherd lays down his life for his/her sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This is among the hardest part to acheive by most young shepherd, especially youth leaders, as in they are youth. Why is that so? Well, most youth have a lot of committments and own agenda in life which they want to acheive. Such as improving their talents, dating, entertainment, exams and so on. Pride starts to build up that they put their own priority above God's priority, and that causes them to neglect their sheep. The sheep will then felt left out and soon become lost. As a shepherd, we need to learn to give and sacrifice, just as it is said in John 10:11-13. Jesus is the best role model as a shepherd, and what he said is very true. Apart from what He said, that is to lay down your life for your sheep, there will be no good shepherd. Without self sacrifice, your sheep will never grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Lastly, a shepherd knows his sheep and his sheep follow him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A shepherd need to know about his/her sheep in the aspect of talent and skills, strength and weakness and the background of his/her sheep's life. Some shepherd will extend their understanding to interest, habits, birthday date, like and dislike etc. Knowing your sheep makes you a better shepherd when you need to coordinate or delegate a task, as you know your sheep to give them the right task and to improve on their weakness as well. As for the sheep, it is important for them to coorperate and submit to their shepherd or leader all the time. So what happen if they do not? Well, we will make a "lambchop" out of them. ;) The love and acceptance between the shepherd and sheep will build up trust, and this trust will help to prevent the enemy from destroying the flock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's it for now. Next topic will talk about "what about me?" issue arise in shepherd and sheep relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748249875411458263-5083157609266393894?l=faithguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/feeds/5083157609266393894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748249875411458263&amp;postID=5083157609266393894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/5083157609266393894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/5083157609266393894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/2008/12/vibrant-youth-shepherd-and-sheep-part1.html' title='Vibrant Youth: Shepherd and Sheep Part1- Basic Understanding'/><author><name>Albert Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCCUnHV8kaU/TWqiXXyclJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aN9LMoUgZoE/s220/Albert%2BTan_albert%2BFB.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/ST9rArTTHnI/AAAAAAAAADI/NTQVnOG8goI/s72-c/shepherd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748249875411458263.post-4062353109653107752</id><published>2008-11-17T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:09:44.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning of Self-Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SSGBPEzvK5I/AAAAAAAAADA/fvp8yJbkQ5A/s1600-h/mothers+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269635134988954514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SSGBPEzvK5I/AAAAAAAAADA/fvp8yJbkQ5A/s400/mothers+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when i was a little boy, i always look into my mum's eyes. She has a different pair of eyes compared to other people. Eyes that filled with toughness, sadness, eyes that never sleeps, never abandoned, never despair, and never forsake. Eyes that full of love, sympathy for other, and selflessness. She's a women of sacrifice....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never like the family i used to have. Living in poverty and suffering makes me want to leave home. I hated my life so much, if not i would be someone i had dream that i would be. That's because i never get the chance to have what other kids have, never get to enjoy what other kids get to enjoy. I always in the lack and always far behind compare to other kids in school. I can't speak and i don't talk in class, but always searching for identity by observing what poeple do. Sometime people complained to teacher that i starred at them, and for that i got canned in class, for no reason, but just for a purpose to understand life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum always locked us in our room everytime we got back from school because she need to continue her work. She never stop working day and night to earn enough living for the three of us. We only rented a room, because that was what mum can afford, and we were always on the move to find a better place to stay. We seldom get the chance to make new friends, but only got the chance to observe them from our windows' grill of our room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then one day i decided to misbehave. I started to demand for what i wanted because i finally had enough. I force her to buy me things that she could never afford, and she did. I started to ask for even more, but she could no longer give. Then i started to hate her, i hated her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of her i could not be a pianist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of her i had to quit sports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of her i cannot be a better student in class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of her i cannot explore my talents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of her i became low-esteem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of her i was despise by people because i was different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of her i had to hide from people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of her i have no confident in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because she could not groom me, build me, buy me books to read, fulfill my need as a little boy. Worst still, she would brought us along to do jobs that i call disgusting and embrassing. For my pride i hated her. To entertain me, she had to lie. Lie for the rest of her life, lie until the day i could stand on my own. Until the day i would understand her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years later i came to realize. Realized that i had done something foolish. For my sake she has sacrifice beyond what she can beared. Owing people money to fulfill my needs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my sake she had to carry more burden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my sake she need to sacrifice her time with us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my sake she became poor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my sake she lost her left leg function permenantly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my sake she lost her sleeps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my sake she became nobody &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my sake she lost her womanhood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my sake she sacrificed her dignity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times, she would cry in her sleeps. Thinking of how she would live another day like this. So many times she wanted to give up her life, but she did not. That's because she still think of us. Where would we be, what would we be without her. She decided to endure it till the end. An uneducated woman who could not find a better job for a better life, carrying all the burdens on her own shoulders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, i knew what suffering was. A suffering that God use to grow His children. A suffering that cause humility in a man, so that he is teachable and be grateful. A life learning pain that make me a better man. I always remember what my mum used to say to me: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Always give back to those who always offer their help, cause we know we could not have afford it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She did. she gave to others even when we have nothing for ourselves, because there are someone who needed it more than us. Selflessness is what i can use to decride her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, i see a different eyes in her. Eyes of a peaceful person, eyes of a humor mum, and eyes of a great woman. I have witness her, changing and impacting lives of many others, including my friends. I knew now that the sacrifice i have for others are nothing compared to hers. Nothing to complain and to boast about She's the greatest mum that build the patience in me. For the sacrifices that she made me go thru with her, it worth every single day of my life. Because of her i have learned to treasure the things i have. Now she is a well respected person and a well-like aunty by many. Lol. I pray that the Lord blessing always be upon her, watching over her health and soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gave up yourself for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748249875411458263-4062353109653107752?l=faithguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/feeds/4062353109653107752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748249875411458263&amp;postID=4062353109653107752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/4062353109653107752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/4062353109653107752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/2008/11/meaning-of-self-sacrifice.html' title='The Meaning of Self-Sacrifice'/><author><name>Albert Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCCUnHV8kaU/TWqiXXyclJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aN9LMoUgZoE/s220/Albert%2BTan_albert%2BFB.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SSGBPEzvK5I/AAAAAAAAADA/fvp8yJbkQ5A/s72-c/mothers+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748249875411458263.post-4753161099908285436</id><published>2008-10-31T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:43:17.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/M/storage/site1/files/82/19/72/821972_076169336ba094l63s9q19.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family trees&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SQIIMq8bwmI/AAAAAAAAACo/6yiwq1NLxuE/s400/mount-everest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was flipping thru some photos taken during the youth baptism ceremony in FRIM, when i recalled that there was a boy (I don't know who he was) asking me a question during our "true-false false-true" game. I don't know how, but he asked " Which is the tallest mountain on Earth?" Boldly i replied "Mount Everest of course".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wrong!!", the boy shouted. "It's XXX Kia". I coudn't really hear what he said as if he lost his two front teeth or something, but i could only hear the word "Kia" at the back. Then i decided to go back and have a check in the internet. Well, i didn't really bother at first as i thought he might has been mistaken. If Everest has not been the tallest, then it has to be K2. To my surprise, the kid was right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out that some scientists or viewers have a different definition for the tallest mountain on how it's measured. The tallest mountain on Earth is mount Muana Kea in Hawaii. Below are the diagrams i found in geology.com that showed how the tallest mountain is measured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SQIMNrz4D0I/AAAAAAAAACw/0pfsJB2TItw/s1600-h/mt-everest.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260780743960301378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SQIMNrz4D0I/AAAAAAAAACw/0pfsJB2TItw/s400/mt-everest.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SQIMegDqipI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VaNRLwKGP8E/s1600-h/mauna-kea-snow.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260781032863074962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SQIMegDqipI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VaNRLwKGP8E/s400/mauna-kea-snow.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SQIMNrz4D0I/AAAAAAAAACw/0pfsJB2TItw/s1600-h/mt-everest.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SQIMNrz4D0I/AAAAAAAAACw/0pfsJB2TItw/s1600-h/mt-everest.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If we are going to measure them from the floor, Everest is 8,848 meter above sea level while Muana Kea is only 4,205 meter above sea level. Because Muana Kea is an island, so to measure it from the bottom til the peak will be over 10,000 meter tall! With that, they concluded that Everest is known as the mountain with the highest altitude while Mauna Kea is the world tallest mountain. That's interesting to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SQIMNrz4D0I/AAAAAAAAACw/0pfsJB2TItw/s1600-h/mt-everest.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748249875411458263-3397662714345979946?l=faithguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/feeds/3397662714345979946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748249875411458263&amp;postID=3397662714345979946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/3397662714345979946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/3397662714345979946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/2008/10/which-is-tallest.html' title='WHich IS ThE TaLLEsT?'/><author><name>Albert Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCCUnHV8kaU/TWqiXXyclJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aN9LMoUgZoE/s220/Albert%2BTan_albert%2BFB.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SQIIMq8bwmI/AAAAAAAAACo/6yiwq1NLxuE/s72-c/mount-everest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748249875411458263.post-6411801293709031884</id><published>2008-10-14T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T02:14:06.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret of Endurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SPOKOv0HWpI/AAAAAAAAACg/0GZbOVSqIzA/s1600-h/park_runner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256697176029354642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SPOKOv0HWpI/AAAAAAAAACg/0GZbOVSqIzA/s400/park_runner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire- may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when Jesus Christ is revealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Peter 1: 6-7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is no doubt that you will experience trials in your Christian Life. Some new Christians mistakenly believe that being a Christian means living a life free from hassles and struggles. God never promised us freedom from trials; He promised us that He would walk with us through the trials and help us to endure our hardship. No one looks forward to trials, but trials can produce a stronger faith. You can withstand anything that comes if you remember that every trial is actually a test. Before gold is pure it must be tested in the fire. The trials which come your way will test your faith, and out of your struggles your faith can emerge stronger than it ever was before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The rigors which the athlete has to undergo are not meant to make him collapse but help him develop strength and staying power. For the Christian, our trials are not meant to take the strength out of us, but to put the strength into us. Endurance through trials produces strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SPOKAf3_HpI/AAAAAAAAACY/_9qfLyyrpvM/s1600-h/park_runner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This is so true. So many Christians wanted to play save that they tried to avoid all kind of trials, but when challenges or trials occured they felt so weak and hopeless. Avoiding does not make you stronger, but the courage to face it does. There is a saying that "If it does not kill you, it will make you stronger". Trust in the Lord in your journey of Faith with Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*a story from No Compromise by Jim Burns*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748249875411458263-6411801293709031884?l=faithguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/feeds/6411801293709031884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748249875411458263&amp;postID=6411801293709031884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/6411801293709031884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/6411801293709031884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/2008/10/secret-of-endurance.html' title='The Secret of Endurance'/><author><name>Albert Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCCUnHV8kaU/TWqiXXyclJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aN9LMoUgZoE/s220/Albert%2BTan_albert%2BFB.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SPOKOv0HWpI/AAAAAAAAACg/0GZbOVSqIzA/s72-c/park_runner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748249875411458263.post-5055118390590258114</id><published>2008-10-04T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:15:51.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie and Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Money Not Enough II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SOeIUryk33I/AAAAAAAAACQ/gEi6iLxMRrI/s1600-h/money+not+enough+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253317379284590450" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SOeIUryk33I/AAAAAAAAACQ/gEi6iLxMRrI/s200/money+not+enough+2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Money Not Enough 2&lt;/em&gt;"- Another movie by Jack Neo that reflects some of the real life scene that took place, to me, not only in the Singaporean society, but other Asian countries as well. I went to watch this movie with my mum. Boy, she's the only senior citizen in the cinema hall of 100 people who were watching the movie. Most of the audience were young people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie talks about how life could be with or without money, and how it affects the relationships within the members of one family, and between the family of one siblings. Mother and sons, husband and wife, mother and daughter-in-law, grandmother and grandaughter, siblings, friends, authority, so and so type of relations encounter in life. Throughout the whole movie, there were a lot of comedy scenes as well as the sad part. If you can understand Hokkien (chinese dialect), you can enjoy the movie even more. You will laugh your way throughout the movie, and shed tears at the same time. It's a very educating movie for youngsters as well as those who are bearing the responsibility as children, where it conveys a message of repecting and honoring our parents for what they have done in our life. The songs sing in the movie are meaningful as well. All and all, it's a must watch movie. It's not a five stars movie, but it sure worth watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1748249875411458263-5055118390590258114?l=faithguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/feeds/5055118390590258114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1748249875411458263&amp;postID=5055118390590258114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/5055118390590258114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1748249875411458263/posts/default/5055118390590258114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithguy.blogspot.com/2008/10/money-not-enough-ii.html' title='Money Not Enough II'/><author><name>Albert Tan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCCUnHV8kaU/TWqiXXyclJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aN9LMoUgZoE/s220/Albert%2BTan_albert%2BFB.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SOeIUryk33I/AAAAAAAAACQ/gEi6iLxMRrI/s72-c/money+not+enough+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1748249875411458263.post-5996400010416072949</id><published>2008-10-02T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:56:16.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food and Travelling'/><title type='text'>Bukit Tinggi Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SORczwu4k8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/TfKRKf7gOMs/s1600-h/100_3670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252425109745472450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SORczwu4k8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/TfKRKf7gOMs/s200/100_3670.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SORb4ypnwHI/AAAAAAAAABA/zwyFl7uhpx8/s1600-h/100_3667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252424096647987314" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SORb4ypnwHI/AAAAAAAAABA/zwyFl7uhpx8/s200/100_3667.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. I have been long wanting to visit this so called "World first japanese garden in tropical country" and it is located in Bukit Tinggi, Pahang, and i was able to make a visit to this garden on Oct 1st 2008, the first day of Hari Raya. David, Yann, Ma and I started our trip around 10:30am from KL and reached the place around 11:45am. Well... we need to pay RM10 per person for the entry. Came to think of it, that's something odd. They collect the fees at the guard house, and the queue was long cause they need to count the number of people in the vehicle. Just imaging a bus came and they need to go on bus to count the number of passengers before collecting the fees. If a few buses come together? I think you know what it's gonna be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, we parked our car, then walked up the slope to reach the Japanese Garden a.k.a Japanese tea house. It took us 20min walk just to get to that garden. My opinion, it's not a convinient place for handicap people to visit, unless the guard allow you to drive up to the Garden. There's a small stairs up to the tea garden and to a tiny interesting looking japanese house where there will be tea serving ceremony. You can pay RM20 to rent the Japanese costume for half an hour for photo taking while the tea ceremony is performed. There are ponds with Japanese Koi Fish too. I overheard a conversation of a tourist who have been there before saying that there used to have lot of Koi fish, but now only a few. I guess the maintenance was not poorly managed. Then i saw people throwing rubbish here and there, and i realized that there was only one rubbish bin located at the hut selling junk food. Other than that, i could hardly notice any. There is a Japanese restaurant a few distance away from the junk food hut and a botanical garden is located beside it. Not much to see but nice and serene view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then took a drive to Colmar Tropicale, a frenched-theme village and resort, which located not far from the Japanese Tea House. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SORoTW2AH0I/AAAAAAAAABo/vQzyjcCSRyQ/s1600-h/100_3691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252437747179724610" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SORoTW2AH0I/AAAAAAAAABo/vQzyjcCSRyQ/s200/100_3691.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well... outwardly, it does looked like one. Just as i step into the village, there were local Malaysians everywhere, not as tourists, but workers. The waiters and waitress, chef, hotel or inn receptionist and band performers were all Malaysians. At least the food taste like western food i guess, it looks like french food to me. Haha... Anyway, like the view of the french village though. Did not get to buy anything as i don't think the toys and souveniors sought there look like french goods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who wish to visit to both these place at Bukit Tinggi, i would still say that it's worth going for a day trip. You can even stay a night there as resort and hotels are available. There is rabbit park near by as well. If you are the type who love adventure or challenging sports and you planned to stay for the night, bring y&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SORqiwR2HjI/AAAAAAAAABw/U-FbXoA6YbI/s1600-h/100_3693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252440210728689202" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NzLw80YcWQE/SORqiwR2HjI/AAAAAAAAABw/U-FbXoA6YbI/s200/100_3693.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our friends along to play paintball. Whatever you like. plan your trip and check your vehicle before you depart. 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