What's Going On!?

My heart goes all out to the 23 Korean hostages detained by the Taliban group





Why should they in the first place travel so far when they can just go nearby?

Why must this happen to them kind Koreans who went all the way out into the Middle East just to lend a hand?

Why is the responsible group doing this to the Koreans?

Why is it that they are taken as hostages rather than their own people?

Why must they be kept as a bartering item when they are breathing just like you and me?

Why does it feel like there is a connection of a conflicting beliefs in the sect?

Why must this group do this to human beings in general?

Why must they torture the innocents and air it on the media?

Why would the group be acting in such a gory and brutal manner?

Why aren't the Koreans be given their rights to live?

Why is the group holding the Koreans' rights to live on a thin string?

Why must they act in such a way just to gather the attention of the media on the expense of innocent lives?

Why!?

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Birdcage

A man was on the side of the road with a large birdcage.

A boy noticed that the cage was full of birds of many kinds.

"Where did you get those birds?" he asked.

"Oh, all over the place," the man replied. "I lure them with crumbs and pretend I'm their friend. Then when they are close, I net them and shove them into my cage."

"And what are you going to do with them now?"

The man grinned, "I'm going to prod them with sticks, and get them really mad so they fight and kill each other. Those that survive, I will kill. None will escape."

The boy looked steadily at the man. What made him do such things? He looked into the cruel, hard eyes. Then he looked at the birds, defenseless, without hope.

"Can I buy those birds?" the boy asked. The man hid a smile, aware that he could be on to a good thing if he played his cards right.

"Well," he said hesitantly, "The cage is pretty expensive, and I spent a lot of time collecting these birds, I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll let you have the lot, birds, cage and all for ten pounds and that jacket you're wearing."

The boy paused, ten pounds was all he had, and the jacket was new and very special, in fact it was his prized possession. Slowly, he took out the ten pounds and handed it over, then even more slowly he took off his jacket, gave it one last look then handed that over too.

He received the cage from the man. And then (well, you might have guessed it) he opened the door and let the birds go free.

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The Enemy of the world, Satan, was on the side of life's road with a verylarge cage.

The man coming towards him noticed that it was crammed full of people of every kind, young, old, from every race and nation.

"Where did you get these people?" the man asked.

"Oh, from all over the world," Satan replied. "I lure them with drink, drugs, lust, lies, anger, hate, love of money and all manner of things. I pretend I'm their friend, out to give them a good time, then when I've hooked them, into the cage they go."

"And what are you going to do with them now?" asked the man.

Satan grinned. "I'm going to prod them, provoke them, get them to hate and destroy each other; I'll stir up racial hatred, defiance of law and order; I'll make people bored, lonely, dissatisfied, confused and restless. It's easy. People will always listen to what I offer them and what's better, blame God for the outcome!"

"And then what?" the man asked.

"Those who do not destroy themselves, I will destroy. None will escape me."

The man stepped forward. "Can I buy these people from you?", he asked.

Satan snarled, "Yes, but it will cost you your life." So Jesus Christ, the Son of God, paid for your release, your freedom from Satan's trap, with His own life, on the cross at Calvary. The door is open, and anyone, whom Satan has deceived and caged, can be set free.

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Strangers

In 1949, my father had just returned home from the war. On every American highway you could see soldiers in uniform hitchhiking home to their families, as was the custom at that time in America. Sadly, the thrill of his reunion with his family was soon overshadowed. My grandmother became very ill and had to be hospitalized. It was her kidneys, and the doctors told my father that she needed a blood transfusion immediately or she would not live through the night.

The problem was that Grandmother's blood type was AB-, a very rare type even today, but even harder to get then because there were no blood banks or air flights to ship blood. All the family members were typed, but not one member was a match. So the doctors gave the family no hope; my grandmother was dying.

My father left the hospital in tears to gather up all the family members, so that everyone would get a chance to tell Grandmother good-bye.

As my father was driving down the highway, he passed a soldier in uniform hitchhiking home to his family. Deep in grief, my father had no inclination at that moment to do a good deed. Yet it was almost as if something outside himself pulled him to a stop, and he waited as the stranger climbed into the car. My father was too upset to even ask the soldier his name, but the soldier noticed my father's tears right away and inquired about them.

Through his tears, my father told this total stranger that his mother was lying in a hospital dying because the doctors had been unable to locate her blood type, AB-, and if they did not locate her blood type before nightfall, she would surely die.

It got very quiet in the car. Then this unidentified soldier extended his hand out to my father, palm up. Resting in the palm of his hand were the dog tags from around his neck. The blood type on the tags was AB-. The soldier told my father to turn the car around and get him to the hospital.

My grandmother lived until 1996, 47 years later, and to this day no one in our family knows the soldier's name. But my father has often wondered, was he a soldier or an angel in uniform? Sometimes, we never know who God will bring into our lives to carry out a special mission nor do we know whose lives God will have us touch.

By: Chaplain Robinson

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A Table For Two

He sits by himself at a table for two. The uniformed waiter returns to his side and asks, "Would you like to go ahead and order, sir?" The man has, after all, been waiting since seven o'clock -- almost half an hour. "No, thank you," the man smiles. "I'll wait for her a while longer. How about some more coffee?" "Certainly, sir." The man sits, his clear blue eyes gazing straight through the flowered centerpiece. He fingers his napkin, allowing the sounds of light chatter, tinkling silverware, and mellow music to fill his mind. He is dressed in sport coat and tie. His dark brown hair is neatly combed, but one stray lock insists on dropping to his forehead. The scent of his cologne adds to his clean cut image. He is dressed up enough to make a companion feel important, respected, loved. Yet he is not so formal as to make one uncomfortable.


It seems that he has taken every precaution to make others feel at ease with him. Still, he sits alone. The waiter returns to fill the man's coffee cup. "Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?" "No, thank you." The waiter remains standing at the table. Something tugs at his curiosity. "I don't mean to pry, but..." His voice trails off. This line of conversation could jeopardize his tip. "Go ahead," the man encourages. His is strong, yet sensitive, inviting conversation. "Why do you bother waiting for her?" the waiter finally blurts out. This man has been at the restaurant other evenings, always patiently alone. Says the man quietly, "Because she needs me." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Well, sir, no offense, but assuming that she needs you, she sure isn't acting much like it. She's stood you up three times just this week." The man winces, and looks down at the table. "Yes, I know." "Then why do you still come here and wait?" "Cassie said that she would be here." "She's said that before," the waiter protests. "I wouldn't put up with it. Why do you?" Now the man looks up, smiles at the waiter, and says simply, "Because I love her." The waiter walks away, wondering how one could love a girl who stands him up three times a week.



The man must be crazy, he decides. Across the room, he turns to look at the man again. The man slowly pours cream into his coffee. He twirls his spoon between his fingers a few times before stirring sweetener into his cup. After staring for a moment into the liquid, the man brings the cup to his mouth and sips, silently watching those around him. He doesn't look crazy, the waiter admits.



Maybe the girl has qualities that I don't know about. Or maybe the man's love is stronger than most. The waiter shakes himself out of his musings to take an order from a party of five. The man watches the waiter, wonders if he's ever been stood up. The man has, many times. But he still can't get used to it. Each time, it hurts. He's looked forward to this evening all day. He has many things, exciting things, to tell Cassie. But, more importantly, he wants to hear Cassie's voice. He wants her to tell him all about her day, her triumphs, her defeats....anything, really. He has tried so many times to show Cassie how much he loves her. He'd just like to know that she cares for him, too. He sips sporadically at the coffee, and loses himself in thought, knowing that Cassie is late, but still hoping that she will arrive.



The clock says nine-thirty when the waiter returns to the man's table. "Is there anything I can get for you?" The still empty chair stabs at the man. "No, I think that will be all for tonight. May I have the check please?" "Yes, sir." When the waiter leaves, the man picks up the check. He pulls out his wallet and signs. He has enough money to have given Cassie a feast. But he takes out only enough to pay for his five cups of coffee and the tip. Why do you do this, Cassie, his mind cries as he gets up from the table.



"Good-bye," the waiter says, as the man walks towards the door. "Good night. Thank you for your service." "You're welcome, sir," says the waiter softly, for he sees the hurt in the man's eyes that his smile doesn't hide. The man passes a laughing young couple on his way out, and his eyes glisten as he thinks of the good times he and Cassie could have had.


He stops at the front and makes reservations for tomorrow. Maybe Cassie will be able to make it, he thinks. "Seven o'clock tomorrow for party of two?" the hostess confirms. "That's right," the man replies. "Do you think she'll come??" asks the hostess. She doesn't mean to be rude, but she has watched the man many times alone at his table for two. "Someday, yes. And I will be waiting for her."


The man buttons his overcoat and walks out of the restaurant, alone. His shoulders are hunched, but through the windows the hostess can only guess whether they are hunched against the wind or against the man's hurt. As the man turns toward home, Cassie turns into bed. She is tired after an evening out with friends.


As she reaches toward her night stand to set the alarm, she sees the note that she scribbled to herself last night. "7:00," it says. "Spend some time in prayer." Darn, she thinks. She forgot again. She feels a twinge of guilt, but quickly pushes it aside. She needed that time with her friends. And now she needs her sleep. She can pray tomorrow night. Jesus will forgive her. And she's sure he doesn't mind.

By: Kirsten Burgess

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if only HE means EVERYTHING...

When you start to socialize you will meet all kinds of people around u





for instance you (if you're a gal) will meet your prince charming, your knight in white shining armor riding a horse gracefully galloping towards you with such honor




and when you reach a certain age, you will have to earn a living working for money to pay off mortgages, loans, taxes, bills, food, entertainment, clothes, and etc.




and being in the working life, especially if your job requires you to meet with customers, or should i say it business talk, more often than not liquor is on top of the menu if not beer or some might call it booze




having earn those money, or however means you acquire them, you would tend to spend...
for guys it would be entertainment...whatever (varying from weird to out-of-this-world kinds of entertainment)
for gals, it's a shopping spree for handbags, shoes, sandals, shades, and especially clothes - as you say it, being fashionable...having an outer image





but having a handsome fine young man, getting paid with big fat pay, having a social circle and being fashionable;



there will be one fine day when everything falls apart
everyone will have at least once breaking down

you lose your ground
you lose your faith
lose your beloved ones
lose your money
lose your belongings
lose your hope
lose your senses
lose your trust
lose your friends
lose your purpose to living

lose everything that matters most to you and all you can think of is to escape from this unfair and dreaded world by suiciding



. . .










Yet, when all these fails you...there is someone who is always there for you

taken from the song Everything by Lifehouse

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Who You Are Makes A Difference

One night a man came home to his 14-year-old son and sat him down. He said, "The most incredible thing happened to me today. I was in my office and one of the junior executives came in and he told me that he admired me a gave me a blue ribbon for being a creative genius. Imagine. He thinks I am a creative genius.

Then he put this blue ribbon that says 'Who I am makes a difference' on my jacket above my heart. Then he gave me an extra ribbon and asked me to find someone else to honour. As I was driving home tonight, I started thinking about whom I would honour with this ribbon and I thought about you. I want to honour you..

"My days are really hectic, and when I come home, I don't pay a lot of attention to you. Sometimes I scream at you for not getting enough good grades in school and for your bedroom being a mess, but somehow tonight, I just wanted to sit here and, well, just let you know that you do make a difference to me. Besides your mother, you are the most important person in my life. You're a great kid and I love you!"

The startled boy started to sob and sob, and he couldn't stop crying.. His whole body shook, and he looked up at his father and said , through his broken tears, "I was planning on committing suicide tomorrow, Dad, because I didn't think that you loved me. Now I don't need to do that."

By: Helice Bridges

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Wings

An article in National Geographic several years ago provided a penetrating picture of God's wings...

After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage.

One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings.

The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies. When the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small body, the mother had remained steadfast. Because she had been willing to die, those under the cover of her wings would live...

"He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge..." Psalm 91:4

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Written by A School Teacher

He came to my desk with a quivering lip, the lesson was done.


Have you a new sheet for me dear teacher? I've spoiled this one.


I took his sheet all soiled and blotted


And gave him a new one all unspotted.


And into his tired heart I cried;


Do better now my child.


I went to the throne with a trembling heart, the day was done.


"Have you a new day for me Dear Master, I've spoiled this one?"


He took my day all soiled and blotted


And gave me a new one all unspotted.


And into my tired heart He cried,


"Do better now my child."

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What Do Angels Look Like?

Like the little old lady who returned your wallet yesterday.

Like the taxi driver who told you that your eyes light up the world, when you smile.

Like the small child who showed you the wonder in simple things.

Like the poor man who offered to share his lunch with you.

Like the rich man who showed you that it really is all possible, if only you believe.

Like the stranger who just happened to come along, when you had lost your way.

Like the friend who touched your heart, when you didn't think you had one to touch.

Angels come in all sizes and shapes, all ages and skin types.

Some with freckles, some with dimples, some with wrinkles, some without.

They come disguised as friends, enemies, teachers, students, lovers and fools.

They don't take life too seriously, they travel light.

They leave no forwarding address, they ask nothing in return.

They wear sneakers with gossamer wings, they get a deal on dry cleaning.

They are hard to find when your eyes are closed,

But they are everywhere you look, when you choose to see.

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The Right Place

God has a way of allowing us to be in the right place at the right time. I was walking down a dimly lit street late one evening when I heard muffled screams coming from behind a clump of bushes. Alarmed, I slowed down to listen and panicked when I realized that what I was hearing were the unmistakable sounds of a struggle: heavy grunting, frantic scuffling and tearing of fabric.



Only yards from where I stood, a woman was being attacked. Should I get involved? I was frightened for my own safety and cursed myself for having suddenly decided to take a new route home that night. What if I became another statistic? Shouldn't I just run to the nearest phone and call the police?



Although it seemed an eternity, the deliberations in my head had taken only seconds, but already the cries were growing weaker. I knew I had to act fast. How could I walk away from this? No, I finally resolved, I could not turn my back on the fate of this unknown woman, even if it meant risking my own life. I am not a brave man, nor am I athletic. I don't know where I found the moral courage and physical strength--- but once I had finally resolved to help the girl, I became strangely transformed. I ran behind the bushes and pulled the assailant off the woman.



Grappling, we fell to the ground, where we wrestled for a few minutes until the attacker jumped up and escaped. Panting hard, I scrambled upright and approached the girl, who was crouched behind a tree, sobbing. In the darkness, I could barely see her outline, but I could certainly sense her trembling shock.



Not wanting to frighten her further, I at first spoke to her from a distance. "It's OK," I said soothingly. "The man ran away. You're safe now." There was a long pause and then I heard the words uttered in wonder, in amazement. "Dad, is that you?" And then, from behind the tree, stepped my youngest daughter, Katherine.



Do all the good you can. In all the ways you can. In all the places you can. At all times you can. To all the people you can. For as long as you can.

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Spiritual Highs

You may feel very different when you go from a valley to a mountaintop experience, but little or nothing in you has actually changed. All that happens on a peak is that you can see further with your own eyes. You are temporarily less dependent upon a map or on what others tell you. (Even then, an accurate map or experienced advice is more reliable.) When you are highly conscious of God’s love for you, or you feel his presence, it’s not that God has suddenly become more loving (you can’t increase infinite love) nor that you’ve become more lovable, it’s just that from a spiritual mountaintop you see everyday reality more clearly. From a peak you can look back and see to your great surprise the wonderful progress you have made. You can see how when it seemed your Guide (the Holy Spirit) was taking you in circles you were actually skirting a dangerous area. Suddenly you see the wisdom in what had seemed aimless wanderings and useless diversions. You see how when it seemed your Guide had deserted you he must have somehow still been directing you because you took exactly the right route. You can look forward and see the exciting things you are headed for. Life seems far more exhilarating and makes so much more sense.

You feel so different when you can see further. It’s like night compared to day. But when it’s dark nothing has actually changed, it’s just that you can’t see that nothing has changed! So it is when you move from times when you can see God’s love and goodness and closeness, to times when you can’t see them.

© Copyright 1998, Grantley Morris

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Watch It

Several years ago, a new preacher moved to Houston, Texas. Some weeks after he arrived, he had occasion to ride the bus from his home to the downtown area. When he sat down, he discovered that the driver had accidentally given him a quarter too much change.


As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, 'You'd better give the quarter back. It would be wrong to keep it.' Then he thought, 'Oh, forget it it's only a quarter. Who would worry about this little amount? Anyway, the bus company gets too much fare; they will never miss it. Accept it as a gift from God' and keep quiet.'


When his stop came, he paused momentarily at the door, and then he handed the quarter to the driver and said, 'Here, you gave me too much change. 'The driver with a smile replied, 'Aren't you the new preacher in town? I have been thinking lately about going to worship somewhere. I just wanted to see what you would do if I gave you too much change. I'll see you at church on Sunday.'


When the preacher stepped off of the bus, he literally grabbed the nearest light pole, held on, and said, 'Oh God, I almost sold your Son for a quarter.


'Our lives are the only Bible some people will ever read. This is a really scary example of how much people watch us as Christians and will put us to the test! Always be on guard and remember that you carry the name of Christ on your shoulders when you call yourself 'Christian'.




Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits; they become character.





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Series of Ownage

And so it began, with just a string and a bunch of people who has nothing better to do than to hold on to the string and tries to out"pull" one another in a series of what we all know now as "The Art of Tug-of-War"...pfft, here's a perspective view to the not so extreme game...but like you, i cannot predict what extremist would do to really make extreme game a reality, no fiction mumbo-jumbo, mind you


and boy...they sure are an impatient lot, just look at them pulling as if trying to bring down a mammoth on each other..

who says this game of pulling strings together is so tough? all I need to do is just secure the "string" around my waist and sit down real comfortable on the morning-cold sand and they won't be able to even pull us any closer~...contrary to the opposing team who had to stretch their veins just to end up looking half dead like this:



Ok ok...so one match wasn't enough to break the tie who's the winner...so the leaders went to set the rules...
guess they brought their scrolls of terms and conditions to sign on just in case anything bad happens, or any deaths occur...





Lacking in manpower? hmm....seems so relevant i can relate this to part of life




Call it surrender!!! muahahahahahaha~!~!~!~!




Just look at the amount of water "plastics" they made to throw at each other... lolz


....So i don't have a clue what happen in between time but somehow i think they are burying their comrades after a watery fight... oh well, they signed the scrolls~




Talk about extremity, i guess it's because of too much gaming...from liquid to solid!


*requested (sigh all the trouble to edit it back)



Them at their outpost, looks like they've got a new player?






...What The...











...im glad they're all satisfied now...



Quick Shirley, RUN!!! i mean..SWIMMMM!!



WAHAHAHAHAHAHA, this is the best among `em all~ (editor)



while i was enjoying all the ruckus and scuffle with sand flying sky-high onto players and relaxing my mind, trying to think what should i blog...they had to literally give me the idea~ how innocent was i...sigh` (click on picture to view ownage video)



Now that most are soaked, what else? be hooligans...lolz, but do notice at what they are trying to do



It requires brute strength, force, energy, power, muscle but without UNITY, not one of them can shift a log 5 times their weight..~ gee, such wise words lolz




Well...the moral of the pictures is: it doesn't matter who wins or loose, because everybody got OWNED!










These were the pictures and videos taken during one of the picnic at Teluk Chempedak by a number of the HG members, and dubbed it "Transporting Water: 02"


Thanks to all the unwilling models, your unwillingness is my pleasure

lol...u can view this pict, if u know how to...

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`Nuff said...

Links to various events in the regions of Kuala Lumpur, mind you ^^,

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Company

Job 17:5
5 If a man denounces his friends for reward, the eyes of his children will fail.

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Have What It Takes...?

Think YOU know the Bible well?

I dare YOU to take it








Romans 12:10

10Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves.




Hey, assuming that we all know the Bible well, but lets' not take things a bit too over now shall we? Let's apply wisdom and discernment into our profound knowledge so that we won't make the wrong assumptions or predicaments of something meant for a betterment of it.

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Church

John 15:5 (King James Version)

King James Version (KJV)

Public Domain

5 I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.

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Songs of wrong...

I just want to apologize for the annoying song on "Beach Run `07" , and here's my statement to it...



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Higher Ground Committees July – Dec `07

Coordinator - Michel Ong (GCC)

Sub Coordinator - Michael Ong (GCC)

Treasurer - Michel Ong/Jasmine See (GCC/Shalom)

Secretary - Foo Pao Suen (KPC)

Prayer Coordinator - Joel Chew (GCC)[temporary]

Worship Coordinator - Michael Ong (GCC)

P.R. Coordinator - Amos Phua/Joanne (GCC/WMC)

Chinese P.R. Coordinator - Vincent Turn (CPC)

Higher Ground Session Coordinator - Jasher Chew (GCC)

Publicist - Kelvin Hou/Christine Abilatha (GCC)

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Flash!

Isa 14:12
How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning!how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations!


Mat 1:1
The book of the generation of Jesus Christ, the son of David,the son of Abraham.


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Add-on To Beach Run

Many would not probably like what I've gotta crap in them posts so this time I improvised:
~[The Picture Speaks For Itself]~

Remember THIS girl? I got a smile off her contrary to some ;D

Thanks: David, Joel, Sis. Rose, Mike, Chew, Daniel, ZiJin, etc (names embedded)

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Baby Got Book-ed

Guess what on earth would a 33 year old pastor be doing???
...he's just crossed his youthful days and now an adult, so what teenage angst did he brought forward to his adulthood?! oopss...i mean what creative ideas has he brought on to adulthood from his 'youth hood' ...his dislikes to going to church every Sunday! Well honestly, who doesn't...and so there's this Church for people who hate going to church...you betcha'! Oh I'm sorry, forgive me for my attitude, his name is Dan Smith and you can call him Pastor Dan Smith. What's so interesting about him is that not only does he delivers the message, he raps! Check this site for further details. Pretty interesting song he made, consisting a genre we normally hear aired on the radio. Enjoy.






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July's Higher Ground Sessions

There's this thing going on once again...every month


It's the HG Sessions for the month of July!






sigh...enough with the repetitive figures and fragments; i'll just make it subtle yet exquisite


for this month, we're expecting a rather less complicated game by Amos.P ...he never cease to amuse me with his antics ^^,



Well, we have for this month our very talented musicians, invited all the way from Malacca, well actually they're all currently in Malacca so, let's just assume they're all from Malacca aight? Who don't know the band PG165?! They were here in Kuantan before, performing their best during one of HG's sessions and they totally made a good Praise&Worship, take my word for it...they even did an unplug/acoustic version of a song...gosh i forgot the title of that really heartfelt song composed by them...but hey! They're coming down to give us a special visit and bless us with their talents for this month's session. The band consists of lead vocals Jason, who also multitasks and plays the electric guitar; Justin on vocals and performing on his acoustics and electric guitar; Deric their skillful keyboardist; Vijay rollin monstrosity on the drums and Zhen-Xin standing tall and muffling up his bass.


the speaker for the night will be Brother Raj ..who so happens to be the manager for the band, and is also the brother to Vijay!! haha, i just gave you all a brief family history
ok ok...the theme for the night would be Destined for Greater Things, i wonder what predicaments would Bro. Raj share to us, maybe some great plan to...you know, something Great lahH~~


PG165 is an uprising band! and they're really talented and skillful...the songs they sing are one load of a meaningful piece... don't miss them out when you can come experience God with a band setting out to bless you with their talents for FREE! Details are as follows:

Venue: Kuantan Baptist Church (KBC)

Date : 21st July 2007
Time : 7.30pm GMT +8 (Malaysian timezone)




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Random Sunday

Matthew 9:15-17 15 And Jesus said to them,"Can the friends of the bridegroom mourn as long as the bridegroom is with them?But the days will come when the bridegroom will be taken away from them, and then they will fast. 16 No one puts a piece of unshrunk cloth on an old garment; for the patch pulls away from the garment, and the tear is made worse. 17 Nor do they put new wine into old wineskins, or else the wineskins break, the wine is spilled, and the wineskins are ruined. But they put new wine into new wineskins, and both are preserved.

friends of the bridegroom aren't suppose to mourn in a wedding!!!! they ought to be happy, cry happy tears, laugh, smile, joyous...

you don't cook maggi mee with rice!!! they don't go together (unless you're being experimental)

you don't wear a dress if you're a guy!!! they don't match together (unless you're a cross dresser)

you don't sleep on the floor when you have a bed!! they don't seem relevant (unless your bed has dust mites)

you don't look forward and walk backwards!!! they don't seem normal (unless you're being abnormal)




specifically...

you don't cook maggi mee with rice expecting the taste to be good because it won't be without added preservatives

you don't wear a dress if you're a guy and expects you will look macho in them because even if they do fit, they won't appear anywhere between the line of sanity

you don't sleep on the floor when you have a bed and expect the floor to be better in terms of comfort because that would be foolish thinking

you don't look forward and walk backwards saying that that is a new way of reverse exercising because that is just not how our body were made to be







and though you have a perfect match but isn't a good combination, it will ruin everything... like bolt to nats and socket to plugs, hey...there are many different sizes of bolts and nats and various heads of plugs as there is to sockets...so,




GO FIGURE

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Shuffle !!

There is this reshuffling happening on the 8th of July on a beautiful Sunday evening about 3.30pm...







What on earth is this reshuffling about?


1. dance shuffle? ...not even close~



2. card shuffle? ...you're way outta bounds~



3. committee shuffle is more like it... (third time's a charm)






There's gonna be this reshuffling taking place in Shalom Fellowship Church
and this new committee is gonna be running the show! Whilst they run the show, a higher intervention will lay Its hands and be the main cast...



i don't know about you guys and gals, but i'm thrilled and anxious about this reshuffle...






WHY!?






because without YOU
there won't be any committee
without the committee...
there won't be any Higher Ground Sessions
no HG Sessions, no fun
no fun, no social connection
no social connection, less friends!!
less friends = boring!!
boring = a dead Kuantan...




now i'm feeling guilty for not being in the committee, but hey! i'm the blogger~ XP

need directions to Shalom Fellowship Church,
just pop a msg in the Chatbox
and you'll get a perfect direction to it ^^,

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SELF-PROFESSED COMPUTER ADDICT?

Are YOU glued to YOUR pc 24/7?















if you are...you should be having something like






...otherwise...




you aren't glued to your pc!!
since your night time is spent SLEEPING, i hope, although some would be nocturnal owls perching on branches being an insomniac enjoying the soundless night,
and your total day time is spent on the computer, and no time for anything else, surely you will have a bible online to go with
...otherwise, hehehe
you know for yourself you're not reading the BIBLE...





let's do some math;
say you have 24 hours a day, well of course, everyone's given the same amount of time


8 hours goes to school

another 8 hours goes to sleep

say you have one tuition daily, so 2 hours gone

and inclusive of breakfast lunch and dinner is about 1 hour, unless u have a bite outside with your family then make it 2 hours


now that you've killed 20 hours...the remaining 4 hours is optional


let's assume you watch television on your favorite TVB series which rakes up to an hour
and you go online for say 2 hours?
and perhaps you had 2 matches of DotA which would be an hour plus
wait, I forgot the unforgettable NAP! That will take the rest of the time..or is the time taken up on TV/Dota/Msngr/Sports instead?






so when do we actually read the bible?

if we read it before we sleep, (which is the most common answer one can give) but actually just gaze at the cover of it
that would take like 2 minutes daily...and I'm sure no one's perfect, yes yes we know...we're equally imperfect, no need to be shy now...which is why the reason why one ought to get a digital bible...





cheers~~*






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