<?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-148180356149575257</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:43:10.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyous Victor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-3414449895019602921</id><published>2009-06-16T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:11:34.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to go to school?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;school resumes 29.06.09. I can't wait. 'sarcasm' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Come on.. where did the holidays go?? It's not enough.. It just isn't!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And with the hectic schedule I see coming, I just pray that I'd make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;through. I mean first yr med school was okay. It was time consuming, but it was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;2nd year.. I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;roar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-3414449895019602921?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3414449895019602921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=3414449895019602921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/3414449895019602921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/3414449895019602921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-want-to-go-to-school.html' title='I don&apos;t want to go to school?'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-6875540404533644066</id><published>2009-05-15T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:17:04.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb, this is for u</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So I've always wanted to be a writer, till I realised I can't put my thoughts and emotions in words without them sounding contrite. You read the works of the greatest authors and u're just in awe. Man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;well, anyways, exams are over!!! haven't had so much free time in a long long long long long time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;it feels great! It feels great to do nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-6875540404533644066?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6875540404533644066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=6875540404533644066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/6875540404533644066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/6875540404533644066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2009/05/caleb-this-is-for-u.html' title='Caleb, this is for u'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-2552284483039516179</id><published>2009-01-08T10:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:33:24.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08.01.09 entry 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Psalm 125:1&lt;/span&gt;  Those who trust in the Lord are as secure as Mount Zion; they will not be defeated but will endure forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Trust. Reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety of a person or a thing; confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Trusting is hard. But I learnt something today about trusting God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Life with God is not immunity from difficulties, but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;difficulties.&lt;/span&gt; God's guidance is often by shut doors though. Even though they open too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Garh, God. WHY?!!!! grumble grumble grumble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh and God please make McD's sundae coneys in heaven!! They're really good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't want to make the decision that I know I have to make soon, and I have a hunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know what the decision should be. But God, why..... Why take something good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;away from me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-2552284483039516179?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/2552284483039516179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=2552284483039516179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/2552284483039516179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/2552284483039516179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2009/01/080109-entry-1.html' title='08.01.09 entry 1'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-6781646916435753243</id><published>2009-01-07T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:49:09.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello 2009</title><content type='html'>So 2009 is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new year, new resolutions, new hopes, recharged, semi-healed,&lt;br /&gt;replenished, renewed and ready for a new battle.&lt;br /&gt;The problem with that is-new year, same problems. with no seemingly new&lt;br /&gt;solutions peaking on. And maybe for many of us, the battles are resolved,&lt;br /&gt;but for many of us, the old ones still remain.&lt;br /&gt;MY only hope. God. To trust God and let him win the battles for me.&lt;br /&gt;God please please give me faith! and strength and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I feel like right now. I feel like a butterfly in a cocoon, struggling&lt;br /&gt;to be free. Trying to find who am I, what God's purpose in my life is, what&lt;br /&gt;I can do, but at the same time still dependent.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. I passed my exams!!! praise God. I really don't think I could&lt;br /&gt;have done  it withour Him. Really. a sturdy companion always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;and heck for all of us if we let Him in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the absence of posts is because of exams, and alot of stuff that I had&lt;br /&gt;to get done. yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;My friend once told me, eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we diet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Have a great year bloggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-6781646916435753243?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6781646916435753243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=6781646916435753243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/6781646916435753243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/6781646916435753243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009.html' title='hello 2009'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-9195426320475899216</id><published>2008-09-03T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:36:26.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>september</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gosh it's september already! Time doesn't fly.. It ROCKETS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First week of orientation went by. I would say to a certain extend it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;exhausting but hey it really works ur butt and thigh muscles so no complains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OUr orientation lasts 2 weeks. And I think it's a bit draggy. ONe week's worth of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;orientation frankly should be suffiicient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MOre or less just finished my assignment. So I'm free the rest of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;good feeling!!!! I'm such a bad blogger. And I've been meaning to change the layout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the skin of the blog But I am yet to find a perfect one and as my editing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and computing skills are HIGHLY limited. It's frustrating. I can imagine it in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but Idon't know how to execute the plan. Pfft.. technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Word for the day: Baroparesis- temporary/reversible paralysis of the facial nerve due to excessive pressure in the middle ear when going up in a plane or scuba diving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P.s: I get that alot. Baroparesis. esp in the planes. It's torture....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-9195426320475899216?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/9195426320475899216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=9195426320475899216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/9195426320475899216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/9195426320475899216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2008/09/september.html' title='september'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-6594332969307128551</id><published>2008-08-21T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:39:09.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21.08.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I spend half the time on my blog wondering what to blog about and then just give up trying to blog and go over to Smith's blog to leave a comment. I mean other than serious bloggers who are into politics and injustice and really give insight to things going on in our lives, how do the other half who blog about their daily lives and well sometimes nothing very factual have so much to say?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I should take up journalism as my elective or something. Can one do that? Like medicine as a major, journalism as the elective? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AS for right now, I'm just trying to read and comprehend bourne trilogy by Robert Ludlum. There's just wayyyy to many characters going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-6594332969307128551?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6594332969307128551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=6594332969307128551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/6594332969307128551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/6594332969307128551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2008/08/210808.html' title='21.08.08'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-707695609597543341</id><published>2008-08-16T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:37:58.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambrose Redmoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear. ~Ambrose Redmoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Courage. Fear. In the mess of humanity as we know it, courage keeps us going. Courage. Faith. Hope. Love.&lt;br /&gt;Courage is reckoned the greatest of all virtues; because, unless a man has that virtue, he has no security for preserving any other. ~Samuel Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in chaos that we live in, that the courageous people who strive to do what is right, to fight for what they believe in gives a glimmer of hope. Hope that the barrier of limits can be breached. Barrier of fear.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad God made us with courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;People are made of flesh and blood and a miracle fibre called courage. Mignon McLaughlin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-707695609597543341?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/707695609597543341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=707695609597543341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/707695609597543341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/707695609597543341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2008/08/ambrose-redmoon.html' title='Ambrose Redmoon'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-3530743151919939407</id><published>2008-08-15T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:40:00.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>science vs God</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Let me explain the problem science has with Jesus Christ.' The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;''Yes sir,' the student says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'So you believe in God?''Absolutely.''Is God good?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Sure! God's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;''Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;''Yes.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Are you good or evil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;''The Bible says I'm evil.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!' He considers for a moment.'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him. Would you try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;''Yes sir, I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;''So you're good...!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;I wouldn't say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;''But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;The student does not answer, so the professor continues. 'He doesn't, does he?My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'The student remains silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Let's start again, young fella Is God good?''Er...yes,' the student says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Is Satan good?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;The student doesn't hesitate on this one. 'No.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Then where does Satan come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'The student : 'From...God...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Yes, sir.''Evil's everywhere, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;And God did make everything, correct?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Yes.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle thatour works define who we are, then God is evil.'Without allowing the student to answer, the professor continues: 'Is there sickness, Immorality, Hatred, Ugliness, All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;The student: 'Yes.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'So who created them?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Who created them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;The student's voice is confident: 'Yes, professor, I do.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?''No sir. I've never seen Him''Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'No, sir, I have not.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Have you ever actually felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus?Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Yet you still believe in him?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Yes.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of his own.'Professor, is there such thing as heat?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Yes,' the professor replies. 'There's heat.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'And is there such a thing as cold?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Yes, son, there's cold too.''No sir, there isn't.'The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;The student begins to explain.'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise wewould be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolutezero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe theabsence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night if it isn't darkness?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker,wouldn't you?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. 'Flawed? Can you explain how?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains. 'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God.You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence ofit.''Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.'The student looks around the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out into laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelled the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir. So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable. Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. 'I guess? you'll have to take them on faith.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,' the student continues. 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see it everyday.It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations arenothing else but evil.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God.God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes whenthere is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The professor sat down....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-3530743151919939407?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3530743151919939407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=3530743151919939407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/3530743151919939407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/3530743151919939407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2008/08/science-vs-god.html' title='science vs God'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-8596857901716993498</id><published>2008-08-04T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:40:40.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who is jo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jo. Josef. Smith. a John. Brother, cousin, eternal friend, a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's pity I only got to know you better after youth camp 2007. Before that you just scared the wits out of me. It's been so amazing getting to know you and you've been such a blessing in so many ways. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Malaysia will definitely be quieter not to mention a little safer ( I say this for all the other road users around ) :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Keep in touch and hope to see u online soon when your brother gets back. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I passed caleb ur pay from my elephant which I forgot to give u.. and he has passed it to johan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not much though about 6o ringgit??lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haven't finished reading bourne trilogy but for ur sake. I'll finish it!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll mail it back to you when I'm done!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-8596857901716993498?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/8596857901716993498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=8596857901716993498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/8596857901716993498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/8596857901716993498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-is-jo.html' title='who is jo?'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-6719544984547741647</id><published>2008-07-29T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:41:53.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you do not kill cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If u injure a person or an animal. You help it. you do not run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you DO NOT. I repeat DO NOT leave it to die!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if you couldn't save it, at least you tried.. at least you did something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;always ALWAYS do something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ignorance is NOT bliss. It never is. Who came up with such a crappy quote anyways?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-6719544984547741647?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/6719544984547741647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=6719544984547741647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/6719544984547741647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/6719544984547741647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-do-not-kill-cats.html' title='you do not kill cats'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-5327641447212521851</id><published>2008-07-28T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:35:37.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to be with peter pan and live in never ever land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then nobody would grow up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Because the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; price&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;for growing up is too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sara.. miss u too. will call soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-5327641447212521851?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/5327641447212521851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=5327641447212521851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/5327641447212521851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/5327641447212521851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/growing-up.html' title='growing up'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-7623021159998563441</id><published>2008-07-26T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:46:06.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light bulb moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MY goodness... I just realised my computer actually has a brain! Like it's sooo smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A huge tribute to the inventors behind all the programs and technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sometimes it can be a pain though, like they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;technology-can't live with it can't live without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(as dedicated to my dell laptop. Good job!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No I'm not psycho. just excited. So caleb if you're reading this, don't analyse me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-7623021159998563441?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7623021159998563441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=7623021159998563441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/7623021159998563441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/7623021159998563441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/light-bulb-moment.html' title='Light bulb moment'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-3564052167504179413</id><published>2008-07-23T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:47:57.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chamel who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Chameleon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A chameleon is of course a good thing. God made it. everything God made is good-except cockroaches of course :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But then usually you only notice the chameleon when it's not blending. When it's green on a brown surface or when it's brown on a blue. That's when I like them, when they're visible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think that a chameleon hides because it's afraid. Fear of being eaten, of being noticed, of being hunted, fear of being alone. You are made exactly the way you are. Perfect as God planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So why hide? I'm guessing it's because you're afraid. But you know you shouldn't be. IF you're always changing, how can be people get close to you? And if you don't let people close to you, you'll feel alone even though you aren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But because of who we are and what we have. We will always be the shining green chameleon. Green on brown. We will always be different. We should always be different. And Because we live in Him, we have nothing to fear. And if we have no fears, we don't have to hide. But most importantly, being a chameleon is like lying to yourself because you loose your identity when you keep swtiching colours. And you can lie to us, you can lie to you but you can't lie to God. And if you keep trying to be something other than you, you can't grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like this verse, from Isaiah 25:1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O Lord, I will honour and praise your name, for you are my God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;come now is the time to worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;come now is the time to give your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;come just as you are to worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;come just as you are before your God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-3564052167504179413?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/3564052167504179413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=3564052167504179413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/3564052167504179413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/3564052167504179413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/chamel-who.html' title='Chamel who?'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-7642633109723068866</id><published>2008-07-20T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:16:28.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shutters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Can't wait to start uni&lt;/span&gt;.. can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;so excited. Hopefully it would be better than form 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yea... pretty sure it would be. It &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;BETTER&lt;/span&gt; be. Cause I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;for 5 whole years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nothing much to say now. Brain's empty.. How am I going to start uni?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm not making much sense today. so I'll just stop now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-7642633109723068866?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7642633109723068866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=7642633109723068866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/7642633109723068866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/7642633109723068866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/shutters.html' title='shutters'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-5485419652220454621</id><published>2008-07-16T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:01:07.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>religion 202</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;This is a reply to a post I read regarding religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Does God exist? &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Necessity/relelvance of religion? &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;necessary, relevant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Most common theory, all paths lead to God. but then again, there are sooo many gods. so which is which right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well well. Haha.. let's say, you want to get to destination A from any other place. Hence many paths. But from each starting point there is only one shortest route. likewise with religion, may paths to God-but one fastest route while the rest are longer paths and then you might get lost in the other routes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;People can't find God because they're more absorbed in life, in the things around them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you believe that there is a supreme being that created this world. then you are a creation from God. IF you are not along this line then you are really brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And money... pfft what does God have to do with money anyways? We made money. it's just paper anyway. God's not looking for money. Why the heck does he need it? lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-5485419652220454621?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/5485419652220454621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=5485419652220454621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/5485419652220454621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/5485419652220454621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/religion-202.html' title='religion 202'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-4093066130965534552</id><published>2008-07-15T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:44:25.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How true. Beethoven knew his stuff, Like really really really knew his stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-4093066130965534552?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4093066130965534552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=4093066130965534552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/4093066130965534552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/4093066130965534552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/music.html' title='music'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-7003236664245298590</id><published>2008-07-15T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:43:00.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggeria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 result for : bloggeria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloggeria [ blog-gei-ri-ya ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kingdom in cyberspace, including microsoft and mozilla firefox, ∞ sq m. ( ∞ sq.km ).&lt;br /&gt;capital: Blogspot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggerian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blogspot.com unabridged (v1.1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Based on the random unabridged dictionary © randomness, inc 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-7003236664245298590?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/7003236664245298590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=7003236664245298590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/7003236664245298590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/7003236664245298590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/bloggeria.html' title='Bloggeria'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-216836460891151752</id><published>2008-07-15T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:42:23.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy tuesdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;today is tuesday. Just like any other tuesdays. Except that it's gloomier.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the sun decided that it's time to take a vacation or the clouds are being paid&lt;br /&gt;overtime. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways great day for a jog..&lt;br /&gt;Watched Hancock yesterday. pretty cool show. If you haven't catched it go watch it!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy tuesday y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s : to all the policemen out there... good job!! really. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-216836460891151752?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/216836460891151752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=216836460891151752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/216836460891151752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/216836460891151752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-tuesdays.html' title='happy tuesdays'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-9056956219974399483</id><published>2008-07-12T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:43:48.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much of a green thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Got to salute all you vegetarians out there.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from some organic vegetarian shop for dinner just cause it was new&lt;br /&gt;and man... It was one of the hardest meal to chow down.&lt;br /&gt;EVER.. came back and guzzled chocolate and mentos just to get the alfafa test out of my mouth..&lt;br /&gt;and my former piano teacher eats alfafa and peanut butter!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so whacked I know.&lt;br /&gt;Until then here's a vege joke :&lt;br /&gt;Why is a tomato red???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;answer. cause it saw the salad DRESSING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-9056956219974399483?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/9056956219974399483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=9056956219974399483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/9056956219974399483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/9056956219974399483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-much-of-green-thing.html' title='too much of a green thing'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-148180356149575257.post-4561219134798655664</id><published>2008-07-12T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:45:06.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12.07.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;so. Day 1 of my blogging experience. Would never have happened if it wasn't for my sister. Never knew she was so good with all this IT stuff. So to do her credit she's the only person on my link so far. SO go visit her site alrights?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Well that's one less person who doesn't have a blog. Looks like you're the only one now, z. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/148180356149575257-4561219134798655664?l=eunice-ness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/feeds/4561219134798655664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=148180356149575257&amp;postID=4561219134798655664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/4561219134798655664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/148180356149575257/posts/default/4561219134798655664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eunice-ness.blogspot.com/2008/07/080708.html' title='12.07.08'/><author><name>eu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07468964620103511737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
