<?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-27988235</id><updated>2011-04-30T06:34:12.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:LGLG:. let go let God</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-320592633739062485</id><published>2008-07-02T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T02:32:30.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.:Love:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have finally seen the bigger picture, I love computer games, I love sleeping late, I love eating fast food, and I love touching people (guys only). But, I don't love these as much as I love God, cellmates, family, church-mates. I can't do everything and still have everything, so I have to let some pieces go. I have finally seen the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-320592633739062485?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/320592633739062485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=320592633739062485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/320592633739062485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/320592633739062485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-9147004172771665415</id><published>2008-07-01T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:24:35.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.:The Lion Fight:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  Living this life God gave us is a lion fight, time and time again when we get attacked from the devil leaving small or big wounds, don't need to feel sorry for yourself by licking your own wounds, celebrate them as it has made you stronger, the scares we bear are a sign of a fighter, we are all in a lion fight, does not mean we fall time and time again doesn't mean we don’t know how to ROAR for JESES!! We all have a little animal in us, but whats makes us different from animals is that we feel, we think, and we are the keepers of each other. So chin up and put your shoulders back, for we are God's chosen people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-9147004172771665415?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/9147004172771665415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=9147004172771665415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/9147004172771665415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/9147004172771665415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-7589937578970911911</id><published>2008-05-27T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:35:38.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:The Difference:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got up early one morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and rushed right into the day;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had so much to accomplish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i didn't have time to pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Problems just tumbled about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and heavier came each task;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said, "But you didn't ask."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to see joy and beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wondered why God didn't show me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said, "But you didn't seek."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to come into God's presence;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I used all the keys at the lock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God gently and lovingly chided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"My child, you didn't knock."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up early this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And paused before entering the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had so much to accomplish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I had to take time to pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If a child lives with criticism,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he learns to condemn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If a child lives with hostility,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he learns to fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If a child lives with ridicule,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he learns to be shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If a child lives with shame,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he learns to feel guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If a child lives with tolerance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he learns to be patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If a child lives with encouragement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he learns confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If a child lives with praise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he learns to appreciate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If a child lives with fairness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he learns justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If a child lives with security,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he learns to have faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If a child lives with approval,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he learns to like himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If a child lives with  acceptance and friendship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he learns to the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-7589937578970911911?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/7589937578970911911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=7589937578970911911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/7589937578970911911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/7589937578970911911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-6490815495218812919</id><published>2008-04-15T18:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:19:31.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:My Wedding Day:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God, I could promise to hold you, and to cherish you, I could promise to be with you in highs and the lows, I could say that I will believe in you to be the Lord of my life and I would invite you into my heart. But I won't, those vows are for optimistic people, the ones full of hope, and I do not stand here on our wedding day optimistic or full of hope. I am not optimistic, I am not hopeful...... I am sure, I am steady, and I know that I am a heart man, you take them apart and put them back together again, I am a heart man. So this I am sure, you are my partner, my lover, my very best friend. My heart beats for you. And on this day. The day of our wedding, I promise you this, I promise you to lay my heart in the palm of your hand, you control everything from now on and I promise you...... Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was your sinners' prayer a vow? something you said out loud? something you said softly or did u mean it from your heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We do not get unlimited chances, to do the things we want. Nothing is worst then missing the opportunity that can change your life. God did not fail us, we failed him, time and time again. But He is always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Your Name) I do love you, don't you see? Do you understand? You are the love of my life. I can't leave you, but you are constantly leaving me, you walk away when you want, you come back when you want, Not everyone, not your friends, but you leave me, so I am asking you, if u don't see the future for us, if you are not in this, I will be waiting for you, I am in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-6490815495218812919?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/6490815495218812919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=6490815495218812919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6490815495218812919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6490815495218812919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-2486216482832270741</id><published>2008-03-22T01:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:29:05.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:More then we can Imagine:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God understands everything that we go through daily, not knowing it... God is always holding our hand no matter what happens or what we do, in right times or wrong, only if we work with God in everything we do and trust in Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We all have a strange power, power to influence and change the people around us weather we like it or not, how are you using your power?? For your own selfish needs?? Or for the glory of God??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We all have more then we can imagine... more power, more love, more kindness, more patience... we limit ourselves by what we think we can do, but with God it goes beyond what we think we can do but is what He can do, and if i know my God well, God's plans for us is endless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Philippians 4:6 (NLT) - Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank Him for all He has done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-2486216482832270741?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/2486216482832270741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=2486216482832270741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/2486216482832270741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/2486216482832270741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-9068836935689623867</id><published>2008-02-13T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:42:18.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Food For Thought:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is the most important visitor in our premises,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is not dependent on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are dependent on Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is not an interruption during work, school or daily life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is the purpose of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is not an outsider of your lives but He is a part of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are not doing Him a fabour by serving Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But He is doing a favour by giving us an oppourtunity to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:CIA:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-9068836935689623867?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/9068836935689623867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=9068836935689623867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/9068836935689623867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/9068836935689623867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-3368227537868979855</id><published>2008-02-12T01:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:18:58.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:yet again:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheeeeet i did it again....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:CIA:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-3368227537868979855?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/3368227537868979855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=3368227537868979855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/3368227537868979855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/3368227537868979855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-3799973384869596326</id><published>2008-01-29T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:55:18.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Ready Now:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime I listen to this song, God talks to me and encourages me with His word. Listen to the lyrics and enjoy~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You come like you promised you would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to surrender for good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know that i need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i dont want to keep living life alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and make it new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;make it true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And make it like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I lift them high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They’re yours not mine to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do what you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do what you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do what you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a blind man in you sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know that im wicked in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So wash me and make me shine like the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to tell everyone that you're the only one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And make it new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Make it true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And make it like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I lift them high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They’re yours not mine to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do what you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do what you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do what you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im ready now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im ready now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im ready now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do what you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im ready now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im ready now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im ready now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im ready now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im ready now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im ready now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do what you will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im ready now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im ready now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im ready now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:CIA:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-3799973384869596326?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/3799973384869596326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=3799973384869596326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/3799973384869596326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/3799973384869596326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-4452656377268150162</id><published>2008-01-16T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:03:46.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Baby Steps:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I should stumble, if I should fall, if I should deny your name, if I should feel guilty that i did not pray or forgot to do something you asked me to do, I will not quit. I will not wallow in guilt. I will turn back to you, confrss my sin, and do what you called me to do, because that is why u died for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You will make mistakes in trying you obey God and do good things.(That doesn't mean you can keep making mistakes on purpose). We are all human. We often don't learn unless we make mistakes. Just accept that. People may get mad at you. Rejoice! You touched a nerve. You touched their consciences. Not everything you do will go the way you planned, but that is all just part of the adventure. Some of your mistakes may even be opportunities for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sure, the closer you walk with God, the fewer mistakes you will probably make, but even Paul failed at times. Did he do the right thing in refusing to take John Mark with him on his second missionary journey? Did he ever get arrested and found guilty? Did he ever go try to go someplace and God told him he was wrong in trying to go there? But what we see as failure is not always what God sees as a failure. Like a baby taking its first steps, no one sees it as a failure if the baby falls down a few times before getting it right. And doesn't the Bible say that those who are like little children will be the greatest in the kingdom of God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:CIA:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-4452656377268150162?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/4452656377268150162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=4452656377268150162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/4452656377268150162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/4452656377268150162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-5027879943106048378</id><published>2008-01-15T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:51:37.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Battle of foolishness:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We need no rifles or pistols for our battle, but instead, spiritual weapons and the foremost among those is prayer... Through prayer, we continually implore new grace from God, since without God's help and grace it would be impossible for us to preserve the faith and be true to His commandments... Let us love our enemies, bless those who curse us, pray for those who persecute us. For love will conquer and will endure for all eternity. And happy are they who will live and die in God's love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too many wait for some other recognition or degree before they serve God. If God has called you, then He has also ordained you to do it. Credentials from Bible schools or seminaries are wonderful if they are evidence of your growing closer to and becoming more knowledgeable about God, but you are really missing it if you think you must have their approval before you can touch lives for God. All you need is order to do that is obedience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If a man hasn't discovered something that he will die for, he isn't fit to live. A man really believes not what he recites in his creed, but only the things he is ready to die for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That is why Christianity is described more as a river and a walk than being a lake or a destination. Christianity is not truly alive unless it is moving and changing. That is also why it is not simply memorizing a list of do's and don'ts like the Ten Commandments, but is a life "in the Spirit" where daily actions are directed by the instructions we get from God in walking with Him every step of the way. This is also why we are instructed to "pray without ceasing" (1 Thessalonians 5:17 KJV). When water stands still and is not renewed, it begins to stagnate; so do we when become so set in our ways that we think we know it all already and have gone far enough on our journey with God to be able to judge others. But this walk with God learning and knowing His heartbeat and love is never ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon... which cuts without wounding and ennobles the man who wields it. It is a sword that heals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is no fool who gives what he canot keep to gain what he cannot lose. We are fools for Christ's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:CIA:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-5027879943106048378?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/5027879943106048378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=5027879943106048378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/5027879943106048378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/5027879943106048378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-1142190929577969643</id><published>2008-01-14T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:51:50.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Love &amp;amp; Time:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God doesn't always answer our prayers immediately or in ways that we expect, but He does answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You can imprison a man, but not his soul, u can exile a man but his soul. You can kill a man but not his soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it's time to pause and reflect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Money and time are the heaviest burdens in life. And among us those who are most unhappy are the ones who have more then they need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is good to have an end to journey towards, but it is the journey that matters in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our character is what we do when we think no one is looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:CIA:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-1142190929577969643?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/1142190929577969643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=1142190929577969643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/1142190929577969643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/1142190929577969643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-4422385871030338571</id><published>2008-01-13T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:21:55.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Passion:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No one can truly say they have nothing to give when God puts it into their hearts to help. What may seem little to us can mean so much to someone else. God does not measure the amount, but the willingness and obedience of the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Father, make us more like Jesus. Help us bear difficulty, pain, dissappointment, and sorrow, knowing that in Your perfect working and design You can use such better experiences to mold our characters and make us more like our Lord. We look with hope to the day when we will be completely like Christ, because we will see Him as He is.... My passions are crucified, there is no heat in my flesh, and a stream flows murmuring inside me deep down in me saying "Come to the Father."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:CIA:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-4422385871030338571?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/4422385871030338571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=4422385871030338571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/4422385871030338571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/4422385871030338571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-6172958303645174075</id><published>2008-01-09T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:36:59.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Pass, Present, Future:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jesus taught that he weeds grow up with the wheat, and we will not see them separated until the final harvest, we must realize that small seeds of bitterness, resentment, or condemnation will grow up alongside the good things of God's word that are planted in our hearts or pluck them out while they are still small. We are not immune from the mistakes of the past unless we search our own hearts regularly to ensure that none of those things that have caused strife in the past are allowed to take root. We must constantly keep before us the example of Jesus and make sure we do not step off of the path of following His example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' presence always brought astonishing peace to me no matter how bad the situation I was in. Whenever I was in a prison, he was always there for me. He transformed the jail into a heaven and the burdens became blessings. There are many Christians who do not feel His glorious presence as something real, because for them Jesus only occurs in their minds and not in their hearts. Only when someone surrenders his heart to Jesus then can he find Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-6172958303645174075?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/6172958303645174075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=6172958303645174075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6172958303645174075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6172958303645174075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-1248701730245229600</id><published>2008-01-08T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T09:35:18.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:photocopy:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the devil's favourite way of attack us believers and non-believers alike... copying what is of the world and doing as and when we wish... we copy because of peer-pressure or whatever reason when we were created by God to be original... time to live original people!!! But also the devil does not only wants us to copy other people or character but he will also copy an entire year like 2007, a bad year? pasting it on to this new year hoping u will make the same mistakes and never grow but standing still... don't fall into the devil trap and make this new year a chance to excel for God in every way possible. But copy from the right person... Quote: "Imitate me as I imitate Christ"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-1248701730245229600?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/1248701730245229600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=1248701730245229600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/1248701730245229600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/1248701730245229600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-5519362236477522666</id><published>2008-01-07T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:35:26.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Crushed &amp;amp; Squished:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wished to be in the times or in the countries where Christianity will be put through difficult trails and be persecuted... only then will people take God seriously making every second count... rather then wasting their times swaying around doing things that they will not bring them to heaven or draw them close to God...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also don't be afraid, scared or weakened when you are persecuted and tested, as persecution and trails has always produced a better Christian, a witnessing Christian, a soul-winning Christian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Chinese character for "crisis" is actually a combination of two other characters. One is "danger", but the other is "opportunity." We usually view a crisis as something to totally avoid or stumble into. We see or experience the danger, never dreaming or desiring that it maybe involve an opportunity for spiritual growth if we stand strong in God and walk through it with Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The true Christian is like sandalwood, which imparts its fragrance to the ax which cuts it, without doing any harm in return."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-5519362236477522666?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/5519362236477522666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=5519362236477522666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/5519362236477522666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/5519362236477522666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-2296654265318266107</id><published>2008-01-02T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:13:46.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Voice of martyrs:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;New Year and God spoke already!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;was reading this awesome book about martyrs and how they die for God and God spoke to me true them and true the book... here it all goes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reading how those people who are willing to lay down their lives not for just any word/cause/religion/God, but for THE WORD, THE CAUSE, THE RELATIONSHIP, THE GOD!! My heart breaks as i see people take God's name and grace as some play thing to be used and thrown around like nobodies business... I really wish that i can be in the mission field fending for my own faith and experience God every second not relying on material or a spur of the moment just for that moment of high... Below are some poems/songs sang by martyrs on their way to death... they touched me... hope God speaks to u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus loves me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He who died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heaven's gate to open wide;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He will wash away my sins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let His little child come running in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus loves me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He will stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Close beside me all the way;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I love Him when I die,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He will take me home on high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Song sang by Chang Shen Sang on the way to be beheaded)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Breastplate"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ shield me today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;against poison,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;against burning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;against drowning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;against wounding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that they may come to me Abundance of reward,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ before me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ behind me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ in me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ beneath me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ above me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ on my right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ on my left,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ when i lie down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ when i arise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ in quiet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ in danger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ in the heart of everyman who thinks of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ in every eye that sees me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christ in every ear that hears me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-2296654265318266107?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/2296654265318266107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=2296654265318266107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/2296654265318266107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/2296654265318266107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-2100173306989732907</id><published>2007-11-29T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:39:00.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Wounds:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was inspired and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decide&lt;/span&gt; to encourage people if they ever come by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Flesh wounds bleed, and they may seem painful... but as time goes by, the pain eventually disappears. And if you use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;medicine&lt;/span&gt;, the wounds will heal even faster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But the tricky wounds are the ones in your heart, those are difficult to heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A wound of the heart is different from a flesh wound. unlike a flesh wound, there are no ointments to heal it, and there are times where they never heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But there is one thing that can heal a wound of the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is a troublesome medicine and you can only receive it from another person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The thing that can heal a wound of the heart is LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love is the spirit of devoting yourself to someone important and close to you, it is expressed by caring for and protecting that person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But not just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anybody's&lt;/span&gt; love but God's love, His love is unconditional cos He gave is life to protect you from Satan's hands and caring for you till the very end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; just go looking for anyone to fill that hole in your heart, he/she may only fill your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emptiness&lt;/span&gt; for a while but it will fade as there is a God shaped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; inside us that only God can fill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LGLG&lt;/span&gt;:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-2100173306989732907?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/2100173306989732907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=2100173306989732907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/2100173306989732907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/2100173306989732907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-6400179296109178722</id><published>2007-08-08T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T22:24:43.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:IMPORTANCE:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is the most important person in our premises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is not dependent on us we are dependent on Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is not an interruption on family, work or friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is the purpose that we live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is not an outsider only finding Him in dire need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But He is a part of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are not doing him a favour by serving Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But He is doing us favour by giving us an opportunity to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Living for God is the most awesome thing to do!! Now i have learnt my lesson and still learning how to stand up under it... I would love to name all those people who help me to where I am now, Gideon, Michelle, Andrew, Eve, LZ, Andy, RX, and some people who should not be named (you can ask me if u are one of them) and most importantly God for His grace in allowing me even though i have fallen so many times!! But i know that self-pity must not fall in and allow God and people to help you pick yourself up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG - SPCA:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-6400179296109178722?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/6400179296109178722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=6400179296109178722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6400179296109178722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6400179296109178722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-4265374265726678773</id><published>2007-07-31T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T01:18:12.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Grace:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;these past month has been great for me!!! what i ask He gave and provided... and now i know that through perseverance i have grown in God. Romans 5:3-5 "Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we died to sin, how can we live in it any longer? Or don't you know that all of us who are baptized into Christ Jesus sin has no longer have hold onto us... Therefore do not let sin reign in your mortal body so that you obey its evil desires. For sin shall not be your master, because you are not under its law, but under grace from God... for the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Are u doing everything by yourself without God's help without praying and asking God first for his help in the situation or seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you. Therefore do not worry about tmr, for tmr will worry about itself. Cos God will grant you grace for each new day without fail!!! cos grace is something you don't deserve but yet you received it anyway... that is God's grace!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-4265374265726678773?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/4265374265726678773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=4265374265726678773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/4265374265726678773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/4265374265726678773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-5576063881225543572</id><published>2007-07-13T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:28:49.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:FINE:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;u feeling fine today?? or when u asked people how they are doing today?? they just say "fine thank you"... well let me tell u guys what fine means.... Freaked Out, Insecure, Neurotic, Emotional... thats what fine means... haha dont know why am i doing this but if just came to me when i was watching this show...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-5576063881225543572?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/5576063881225543572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=5576063881225543572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/5576063881225543572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/5576063881225543572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-2044766492068794800</id><published>2007-07-04T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T04:53:16.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:How To Save A Life:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"How To Save A Life The Fray lyrics"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just a talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The things you've told him all along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is it that difficult to find a true friend who can love in this world other then God and Jesus Christ?? God save me from this world... I find it hard to live now... with everything I am trying to get away drawing closer... my prayer today will be to long for more of u... MY HEART IS CRYING OUT FOR MORE OF YOU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-2044766492068794800?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/2044766492068794800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=2044766492068794800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/2044766492068794800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/2044766492068794800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-6816356738116996816</id><published>2007-06-30T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T02:22:16.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Friends:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just realised that the only close friend i have is Jesus and God... they are the only people i can talk to... but somehow i still feel that i long for someone on this alien planet to feel, talk, walk, play with me... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what is going on but i will still hang on as what i told God during members track...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LGLG&lt;/span&gt;:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-6816356738116996816?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/6816356738116996816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=6816356738116996816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6816356738116996816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6816356738116996816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-6247669713615093797</id><published>2007-06-22T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:39:36.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; .:Retreated:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT!!!! just woke up from the service 2 retreat and it was awesome!!!! I went there expecting to encounter God personally and he indeed spoke to me so many times like never before... if anyone who went to the retreat and did not come back a changed person something must be wrong with you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all i want to say thanks to the speakers (RX, Gideon, Jean, Ken Quak, UBeng &amp; Uncle) each one of their sermons spoke to me in a different way... Gideon's sermon spoke to me the most where he touched on many areas of my life (u can buy his sermon u know)... and also the first speaker who was RX talking about the song "Who Am I" the lyrics touched me every time when i sang that song and tears of joy kept flowing down as i know that my God loves me no matter what!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i have seen many things in this retreat and God touching people was on of them!!! During the last day where so many people came up to share their testimonials giving back the glory to God... I shall share one right here on the day RX asked us to right down on a paper your letter to God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thanks you that you have been such a wonderful person in my life... words cannot describe what your have went through with me, if there was a chance i would kiss you on your cheek and say "I love you" but it is only till i get to see you face to face on that very day. I thank you that your have guided my through out my 14 years of being a Christian when I did not notice, the times when i was off track and the times that i was so in love with you. You have been there for me even when I didn’t know you were there, you held my hand every step of the way like a father holding a child when he takes his first steps out into the crazy world. You have always loved me even when i was looking for other stuff to fill up that void in my life, but all that only lasted for a while till i jumped on to something else, jumping here and there looking but never to find and you were still there waiting for me to come back to you. Today i know that you will be my first and only love till the end of days and i pray that nothing shall ever change that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more of my God touched life to come!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-6247669713615093797?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/6247669713615093797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=6247669713615093797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6247669713615093797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6247669713615093797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-6877279827116523744</id><published>2007-06-17T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:47:14.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Granted:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;these few days have been quite attentive to God's voice (i think), and i asked myself... am i talking God's grace/love/kindness for granted?? and right after that i thought of the Barney(u know the purple Dino!!!) song and the Doremon song... "Barney comes to play with us whenever we may need him" are we only looking to God when we are in the toughest of situations or every second of the day?? or like Doremon... when we need something the we ask it for God and expect him to give it to use out of His "magic pocket".... yes we have to eat, live, shit and sleep God ever single day throughout our lives even through the difficult times... all we have to do is to believe in Him and trust what he does is correct cos God will never feed us poison!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God is like a lamp unto your feet... but where do u place that lamp in your life full of sin and everything bad?? do u place it in the middle of your life where every time you walk pass that lamp your shadow which represents sin keeps moving from the front to the back and front again moving in the same pattern.... or do u put Him at the back of your life where your shadow is always in front of u?? or do you put Him in front of you where your shadow is always behind you never hindering your walk with God?? ask yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-6877279827116523744?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/6877279827116523744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=6877279827116523744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6877279827116523744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6877279827116523744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-4708939602405968147</id><published>2007-06-11T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T14:11:48.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:What If??:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the exam on Monday was so difficult but yet i got through somehow... I felt like where was God at a time like this... when following God is so easy when all things are right but when things don't go your way and i ask God why and He doesn't answer. I am hanging onto something so perfect and i know whatever He does is right but i still want things to go as i planned... why?? Looking everywhere around for the answers but i didn't look up... instead i ran around doing it my way and keep doing the same thing over and over again ending up in failure and disappointment... lousy feelings coated me again as i thought why is it like that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God doesn't want me to go poly?&lt;br /&gt;What will i do after this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What if doing the right thing is not doing the right thing?&lt;br /&gt;What if u say something to your friend and the friendship is broken? And that person will think twice when approaching you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-4708939602405968147?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/4708939602405968147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=4708939602405968147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/4708939602405968147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/4708939602405968147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-7536384680719398498</id><published>2007-06-09T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T23:20:27.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:CREED:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NON-Conformist's Creed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's time for a change. I will no longer be gripped by the world's warped mindset. I have been transformed by Jeses Chirst and my thoughts and actions are subject to a higher standard. I can't change the past but i can make a difference today. Be a revolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Believer's Creed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I believe life is more than survival. I believe the heart is more than a muscle. I believe we can know right from wrong. I believe in hope and freedom. I believe my life can make a difference. I believe the message of the cross. What do you believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Messenger's Creed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have no personal credentials or amazing abilities. I was not appointed by and group or human authority. I was selected by GOD almighty. It is my responsibility and privilege to proclaim to my generation the Good News of Jesus Christ that believeing in Him as Savior and Lord is the exclusive path to eternal life. It may not be open minded. It may not be tolerant. It may not be politically correct. But it is the truth. And i will carry this message with ultimate resolve till the end of my days. I WILL NOT QUIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Disciple's Creed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Choice has been made. There is no looking back. I have stepped over the live. I won't let up, back up, give up or shut up. My focus my path is clear, straight, My God is reliable. I'm a disciple of Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which Creed are you?? The choice is yours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-7536384680719398498?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/7536384680719398498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=7536384680719398498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/7536384680719398498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/7536384680719398498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-8720178053097956901</id><published>2007-06-04T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T10:08:05.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:What God means to me!!!:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could come up with a fancy definition for love, but words arent enough to describe the love i have found is Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is the reality of eternity. It is living my life with absolute transparency before my creator and the people he has called me to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to right that which is wrong in this world. It is loving people... It is the best response to loving God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need God. I need Him to show up today like he did yesterday. Faith is facing the day knowing that God is who He says He is and will do what He has promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't let someone become a priority in your life, when your are just an option in their life... relationships work best when they are balanced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never explain yourself to anyone. Because the person who likes you doesnt need it, and the person who dislikes you wont believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you keep saying you are busy, then you are never free. When you keep saying you have no time, then you will never have time. When you keep saying that you will do it tomorrow, then your tomorrow will never come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we wake up in the morning, we have two simple choices. Go back to sleep and dream, or wake up and chase those dreams. The choice is yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We make them cry who cares for us. We cry for those who never care for us. And we care for those who will never cry for us. This is the truth of life, it is strange but true. Once you realise this, its never to late to change. God is the only way!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dont make promises when u are in joy, Dont reply when u are sad, Dont take decision when u are angry. Think twice... Act Wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like who you are... God created you special... Realise who your true friends are... Cos the only thing your will regret is denying who you really are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall bring up an old poem i posted long ago....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A poem for people who know who they are?: I am more deadly than the screaming shell from the howitzer. I win without killing. I tear down homes, breaking hearts, and wrecking lives. I travel on the wings of the wind. No innocence is strong enough to intimidate me, no purity pure enough to daunt me. I have no regard for truth, no respect for justice, no mercy for the defenseless. My victims are as numerous as the sands of the sea, and often as innocent. I never forget and seldom forgive. My name is Gossip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-8720178053097956901?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/8720178053097956901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=8720178053097956901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/8720178053097956901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/8720178053097956901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-827235131757324051</id><published>2007-05-30T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:53:19.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;God of Miracles!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it has been a long time since i have posted!!! is it because of personal problems or cant use the computer it is for your imagination to come out with the most possible outcome....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;these month has been quite rough... on myself and for other people... don't know if even people see my blog often... but i think it is time to get blogging back into my life!!! You grace is enough God... even though i had let him down don't know how may times he still picks me up and tells me to carry on walking as he will NEVER give up on me if i am willing to let him mold me... loneliness has been a pass mild stone in my life and i have found the best person who i can talk to and He answers instant (even sms can't do that) that is God!!! i will ask him the most funny questions and his answer is always "follow me and i will show u the way" or "put me first in your heart and things will flow easier".... God has also reminded me my trademark LGLG (Let Go Let God), "if u keep holding on to the things in your life how do u expect me to help u" God said. even if it is difficult u must still do it and remember that u have a choice to make, right from wrong is just one thin line difference, "just keep telling yourself that u are not suppose to do that" God said. Even though it will be nice to do it but still not the time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;these few days i have been going out with celia and people like rowena, LZ, munkidd who is in UK (lucky him), Weiyan, SL, Ongnei and Ken Lim... seems to be everyone else but not my cell people... don't know why?? hehe... please drop by a tag before u leave... u will not know how much a simple msg can encourage or brighten up a persons day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;LGLG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-827235131757324051?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/827235131757324051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=827235131757324051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/827235131757324051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/827235131757324051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/05/god-of-miracles-it-has-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-5603189664145316714</id><published>2007-03-18T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:52:05.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:words that wake me up:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when i was watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;: Miami episode 12 when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; Natalia Boa Vista just lost her loving but abusive husband to a homicide (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chim&lt;/span&gt; words for murder) through out the season she keeps trying to get away from him as he is a very dangerous person which landed her in emotional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unstableness&lt;/span&gt; and physical hurt... but at the time when she lost him Lieutenant Horatio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Caine&lt;/span&gt; told her "remember that some of him (Natalia Boa Vista's lost husband) was good" and she stared at her husband for a long time and she then said "some of it was really incredible" then Horatio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Caine&lt;/span&gt; replied "so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heres&lt;/span&gt; what we do, lets hang on to that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after this show God touched me telling me to look at all the people around you, yes they are not perfect but lets not remember all the bad but all the good things times that we have spent with them and encourage them on it day in day out help them through the ups and the downs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; bring back the past but look towards the future what they can do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LGLG&lt;/span&gt;:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-5603189664145316714?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/5603189664145316714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=5603189664145316714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/5603189664145316714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/5603189664145316714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-7533208577429209675</id><published>2007-03-07T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:55:09.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.:&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STRESS&lt;/span&gt;:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stress Management-A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience, raised a glass of water and asked, "how heavy is this glass of water? " Answers called out ranged from 20g to 500g. The lecturer replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter. It depends on how long you try to hold it. "If I hold it for a minute, that's not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance. "In each case, it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes." He continued, "And that's the way it is with stress management. If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the burden becomes increasingly heavy, we won't be able to carry on. " "As with the glass of water, you have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again. When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden." "So, before you return home tonight, put the burden of work down. Don't carry it home. You can pick it up tomorrow. Whatever burdens you're carrying now, let them down for a moment if you can. " "Relax, pick them up later after you've rested. Life is short. Enjoy it! And then he shared some ways of dealing with the burdens of life: * Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue. * Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them. * Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it. * Drive carefully. It's not only cars that can be recalled by their maker. * If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague. * If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it. * It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others. * Never buy a car you can't push. * Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't have a leg to stand on. * Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance. * Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late. * The second mouse gets the cheese. * When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane. * Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live. * You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person. * Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once* We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names, and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box. " A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour. Have an awesome day and know that someone has thought about you today. . . . . . . . . I did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-7533208577429209675?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/7533208577429209675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=7533208577429209675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/7533208577429209675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/7533208577429209675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-213212214371554844</id><published>2007-03-07T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:41:56.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:relationship:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TRUST is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation. A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call. She answered, "Public Utilities Board." There was silence. She repeated, "PUB." There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she Heard a lady's voice, "Oh, so this is PUB.Sorry, I got the number from my Husband's pocket but I do not know whose number it is." Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the telephone operator answered with just "hello" instead of "PUB".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NO POINTING FINGERS-A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?"The father-in-law answered in a smile, "Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than you." We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves. If we forgive the others, others will ignore our mistake too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CREATING PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS?-A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested "I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one." The SDU officer said, "Your requirements, please." "Oh, good looking, polite, humorous , sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my leisure hour, if I don't go out. Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest." The officer listened carefully and replied, "I understand you need television." There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband ,because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife. Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NO OVERPOWERING-Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another,or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage. Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person's character." It is not easy to change. Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouse character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness. It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;RIGHT SPEECH-There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation." Many relationships break off because of wrong speech. When a couple is too close with each other,we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party. A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted,"Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school." On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, "Luckily you married me.Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker." She answered ,"You should appreciate that you married me. Otherwise, he will be the millionaire and not you." Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship. It's like a broken egg - cannot be reversed.&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PERSONAL PERCEPTION-Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home,a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey?"Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey. Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman." The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders. It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river. You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future. Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BE PATIENT-This is a true story which happened in the States. A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery &amp; saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy,I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home &amp;amp; committed suicide. Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones &amp;amp; hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge. People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-213212214371554844?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/213212214371554844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=213212214371554844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/213212214371554844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/213212214371554844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-3366619310798954870</id><published>2007-02-22T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:00:27.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Everything To Me:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Listened to this song when bathing and i felt water falling down on me but is was no water but tears... God touched me... he was, is and to kingdom come everything to me... He is the air that I breathe and the water I thirst for... the lyrics so real and true... when was the last time did u truly listen to a lyrics of a song and meant when u sing it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quote:It;s true that the scariest thing in a war is not the enemy, but a spy or traitor within your ranks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In this spiritual war... we know that the enemy is there but what is worst if when you are not right with your spiritual life and you are being attacked but you dont even know till it is too late... be right in your life and live a life of little Jesus... you are a living testimonial to the world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-3366619310798954870?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/3366619310798954870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=3366619310798954870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/3366619310798954870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/3366619310798954870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-2933127032013712071</id><published>2007-02-18T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:50:13.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:super random:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nobody can bully you unless you let them. Bullies bully the bullyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worry does not remove the sorrows of tomorrow but it removes the strength of today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Don't let life discourage you, everyone who dot to where he is had to begin where he was."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-2933127032013712071?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/2933127032013712071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=2933127032013712071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/2933127032013712071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/2933127032013712071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-8926754713742072776</id><published>2007-02-14T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:35:23.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Valentine's Day:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have you ever heard of the story behind Valentine's Day??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;St Valentine was a priest near Rome in the year 270AD. At that time, Christians would be imprisoned by the Emperor for not worshipping the Roman gods. Valentine was arrested for performing Christian marriages and helping them escape. When asked what he thought of the roman gods, Valentine said that they were false gods and that the God which Jesus called Father was the only true God. Valentine was thrown back into prison but he continued to minister. Valentine prayed for a guard's adopted daughter who was blind, and she was healed. Hence the entire family believed in Jesus and converted to Christianity. The emperor soon learnt about this and he commanded that Valentine to be beheaded. Valentine was willing to risk his life and spread the Good News of Jesus Christ to his fellow people, even though the knew that he would get into trouble. On the day of his execution, he wrote a letter to the guard's daughter and signed off saying "From Your Valentine" That day was 14 February! The Bible says "No one has greater love than this, to lay down one's life for one's friends." (John 15:13) God showed us his love by sending Jesus to die for our sins. And St Valentine demonstrated his love when he died for his friends. This is the kind of love that Valentine's Day is really about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We love God because He first loved us first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-8926754713742072776?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/8926754713742072776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=8926754713742072776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/8926754713742072776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/8926754713742072776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-1449642448240884785</id><published>2007-02-08T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T15:28:34.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A happy person is not a person in a certain set ofcircumstances, but rather a person with a certainset of attitudes.  – Hugh Downs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-1449642448240884785?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/1449642448240884785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=1449642448240884785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/1449642448240884785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/1449642448240884785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-6058568416263621498</id><published>2007-01-23T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T15:28:34.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:different but important:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A long time ago, there was an Emperor who told his horseman that if he could ride on his horse and cover as much land area as he likes, then the Emperor would give him the area of land he has covered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sure enough, the horseman quickly jumped onto his horse and rode as fast as possible to cover as much land area as he could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He kept on riding and riding, whipping the horse to go as fast as possible. When he was hungry or tired, he did not stop because he wanted to cover as much area as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Came to a point when he had covered a substantial area and he was exhausted and was dying. Then he asked himself, "Why did I push myself so hard to cover so much land area? Now I am dying and I only need a very small area to bury myself." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The above story is similar with the journey of our Life. We push very hard everyday to make more money, to gain power and recognition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We neglect our health, time with our family and friends and to appreciate the surrounding beauty and the hobbies we love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One day when we look back, we will realize that we don't really need that much, but then we cannot turn back time for what we have missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life is not about making money, acquiring power or recognition . Life is definitely not about work! Life is a balance of God, Family, Friends, Work and Personal time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You have to decide how you want to balance your Life. Define your priorities, realize what you are able to compromise but always let some of your decisions be based on your instincts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not about looking, worrying and holding onto the pasts, but looking at the possibilities of the future God has give us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks to michelle ng (best leader) in her sharing to me, Quote: "1 john 3, when i truly come before God and confess all my sins. It's also a commitment to Him that i will not deliberately fall into that sin time and time again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Confess your sins and move on... dont let worry hold u back... the spirit is willing but the body is weak... since the past is past... let bygones be bygones and lets see what God can use us for the days to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some people say that drawing a good picture has the power to move a person's heart, this picture maybe anything in your life... your CCA maybe, your studies, your leadership, your encouragements, your love, your each and every word??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But no matter how bad your drawing maybe, God does not matter how crappy yours maybe, really good or really bad, but it is how much heart and soul you put into it, how much determination... God will surely accept it and it will definitely reach and touch the other person... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch your thoughts; they become words.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your words; they become actions.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your actions; they become habits.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your habits; they become character.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-6058568416263621498?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/6058568416263621498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=6058568416263621498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6058568416263621498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6058568416263621498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-8719614423626293655</id><published>2007-01-21T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:48:39.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:PARTS:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hands: the hand could be used for hurting or destroying.... or loving or building or clapping or slapping.... the soldiers used their hands to inflected pain on Jesus but on the other hand Jesus hands are outstretched and nailed to the cross as though telling us "I love you this much to suffer for you".... so what are you using your hands for, for helping or hurting?? sounds like the hand skit??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mouth: the mouth is a very powerful tool it can be used putting down or scolding vulgarity or gossiping or slander.... or encouragement or praise.... with your mouth you can kill a person's pride and himself or you can keep a person happy and bring up his mood in an instant... Jesus used his mouth to preach the gospel to other people.... so what are u going to do with your mouth that God gave you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eyes: some people say that the eyes can kill... and it is true... they have the power of telling your true feelings and it can tell a thousand words... whatever you do, you cant hide from it... it is either they dont realise or it is that they dont care.... so people try to let people in and help you bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went out and helped evan but to turn out to help with nothing.... so sad go there for fun... haix... then went to sit in for apple's discipleship think i over there pull down atmosphere cos other times they did was good... anyways after that WQ ask them to go eat rich men ice-cream then i tag along.... thing i did the wrong thing go there eat the ice-cream like kns like that then the water taste like iron.... nvm.... tml will be a better day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is not the one who ran away but it is you who ran away or running away from God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-8719614423626293655?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/8719614423626293655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=8719614423626293655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/8719614423626293655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/8719614423626293655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-6500781007494642168</id><published>2007-01-17T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:05:53.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:an original poem production:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-best friend-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;looking out the window,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;staring at the rest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;finding who is most dear to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;simply is a difficult test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding it will take time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but sometimes you wornt realise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;till you have went through with them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the countless day and nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once you found the one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;keep it close and dont let go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;through the rain and through the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will be there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in the ups and downs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to help you through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;without making a sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be a time to part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but best friends will always be close to heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-6500781007494642168?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/6500781007494642168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=6500781007494642168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6500781007494642168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6500781007494642168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-8849421083372105159</id><published>2007-01-07T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T13:08:01.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:time given to a poets hands:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-reach for your goals-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever the goal we are pursuing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter how rugged the climb,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are certain to get there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by trying our best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and taking one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Forever" is hard to imagine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"the FUTURE" may seem far away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but for every new dawn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brings a wonderful chance to do what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we can do on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you reach for the goals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you would like to achieve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may you find all the strength you need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to meet everyday challenges,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one step at a time till the day you proudly succeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-You Can Do It-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If you think you are beaten, you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you think you dare not, you are right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you like to win, but you think you cant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is almost certain you wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you think you will lose, you have lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For out of the world we find,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Success begins with a person's will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its all in the state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you think you are outclassed, you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have gotta think high to rise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have gotta be sure of yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before you can ever win a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lifes battles do not always go to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the stronger or faster man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but sooner or later the man who wins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is the man who thinks he can!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Making a difference-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was a young man walking down a deserted beach just before dawn. In the distance he saw a frail old man. As he approached the old man, he saw him picking up stranded starfish and throwing them back into the ocean. The young man gazed in wonder as the old man again threw the small starfish into the ocean. He asked, "Old man, why do you spend so much energy doing what seems to be a big waste of time." The old man explained that the stranded starfish would die if left in the morning sun. "But there must be thousands of beaches and millions of starfish!" exclaimed the young man. "How much a difference can u possibly make??" The old man looked at the small starfish in his hands and as he threw it into the safety of the ocean, he said, "It makes a difference to this one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-8849421083372105159?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/8849421083372105159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=8849421083372105159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/8849421083372105159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/8849421083372105159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-3338991273188359531</id><published>2007-01-04T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T00:14:54.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:New Year with alot of look backs part 2:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;calista: small girl... woops.. but with a very big heart and a echoing laughter... this girl never fails to brighten up me day.... plus she is a great badminton player but very easy to win... just make her laugh can liao then u anyhow hit also can.... haha... hope u continue to grow in faith and in height too... let 2007 be a new year for breakthroughs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;karen: at first i thought this girl very unfriendly... but i was wrong... she was totally opposite and much more.... she has a cheerful attitude and can spur other people on in doing what we do best at.... she is also in-charge of her school dance CCA... to think a childish person can uphold such a heavy responsibility is really a sight to see... continue to shine for him in 2007 and never say die!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wai Kiat: the guy who is always behind the lines doing the work.... our wonderful drummer who is always playing until the sticks break.... but he has a sharp eye for everything... when people are down or when something is wrong he is always can see it and approach them.... let 2007 be a new year for break-through and new stuff to learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tiffany: Tiffy!!!! haha always there for people... see her always smiling... great to know her who is soooooooooooooo important to cell.... i look up to her when i going through difficult times... see her press on and go pass all things in her way.... and also inviting people with i also long for to do but still trying.... 2007 be a new year for u to get more people!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A poem about not quitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When things go wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as they sometimes will,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the road you're&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;climbing seems all uphill,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the funds are low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the debts are high,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you want to smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you are forced to sigh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When care is pressing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you down a bit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rest, if you must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But do not quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Success is failure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;turned inside out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The silvers tint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the clouds of doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you never can tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how close you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It maybe near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when it seems so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, stick to the fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you got the hardest hit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's when things go wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you must not quit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-3338991273188359531?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/3338991273188359531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=3338991273188359531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/3338991273188359531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/3338991273188359531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-2181434644514529050</id><published>2007-01-02T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T03:01:37.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:New Year with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of look backs:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this new year got lots of new things to look back.... lets start the rewind and go back in time..... (sound effects)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people around me have changed for the better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;michelle&lt;/span&gt;: this girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt; super big growth but even though she still child like but that is good.... she grow so much in 1 year that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;happeded&lt;/span&gt; so fast.... one of the best leader i am under and i actually look up to her... cos she tall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;.... Y.I. camp also see lots of stuff i never saw in her before.... 10 thumbs up (if i had 10 thumbs) for your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mich&lt;/span&gt;.... all the best in 2007!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Qiang&lt;/span&gt;: My cell leader.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;muhahaha&lt;/span&gt;... he is best best lots of thumbs up (more the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mich&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.... he help me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; and also he is a really nice guy to talk to... first i thought he is some funny and freaky guy.... but i was wrong about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;fready&lt;/span&gt; part cos he is just plain funny and lame.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think he will let me down any time soon cos he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; best.... all the best in 2007 for your ARMY!!! go and suffer in there bah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gideon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ren&lt;/span&gt;: from the start i have been saying to myself "born leader" and till now i am still saying it... cos he really is... the way he moves the crowd and the way he uses is leadership.... u must listen to him if not u have some lose bolts in your head.... a great encourager but very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;armyish&lt;/span&gt; the way he treats his cell... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; but it is good with some law and order around.... 2007 a new year for him.... all the best in your uni.... For Glory &amp; Honour!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hui Ting: miss white apple princess..... this girl is like a bean sprout.... shoot up so much in less then 1 year.... her way living for God is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;imba&lt;/span&gt;..... she is really great and i also look up to her and need to learn from her a bit here and there.... she has this laughter that really brightens up your day.... but u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know when she scolding u or talking to your cos she talk ah.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt; like wanna fight with u like that.... a few times i feel like making my hand print on her face... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;luckly&lt;/span&gt; i never.... but a really great gal.... all so tall one like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mich&lt;/span&gt;.... no choice but to look up to also.... let 2006 be bygones and 2007 a new year for new great stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anthony: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt; his boy guitar skills are mad man.... u see him move those little fingers.... see until u blur.... still small but also grow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.... but he is never early for anything man... must change and come early to meet me.... my guitar boss.... one day go your with me to go buy guitar again.... that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;evan&lt;/span&gt; stole that nice guitar!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;bleah&lt;/span&gt;!!!! 2007 u grow even more then what you can even imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Evan: her name still to long.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.... but nice name... i like to call it.... her badminton skills are pro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;loh&lt;/span&gt;.... i 1 v 1 i think i will lose her.... oh man me losing to a girl (i let her one).... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.... well i think u made the right choice coming to this church and staying.... what is most important is growth and i have seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of it.... and we are going to make u cry.... u better protect bobby on your birthday!!!! dog food anybody?? anyways all the best for a new year.... 2007.... all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; gal!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think i stop here and continue next time.... i very tired &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt; and wanna watch death note &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ep&lt;/span&gt; 12..... i wonder what will i have become without my cell group with me.... the best cell man!!!! 2007 thumbs up!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;LGLG&lt;/span&gt;:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-2181434644514529050?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/2181434644514529050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=2181434644514529050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/2181434644514529050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/2181434644514529050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-697766523910439372</id><published>2006-12-26T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:50:55.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Aug is me:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;well for august babies like me this is some little think about me.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. No self-control. Kind hearted. Self-confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. Has an "every thing's peachy" attitude. Likes talking and singing. Loves music. Daydreamer.  Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. Loves to be loved. Hates studying. in need of "that someone".  Longs for freedom. Rebellious when withheld or restricted. Lives by "no pain no gain" caring.  Always a suspect. Playful. Mysterious.  "charming" or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious. Independent.  Strong willed. A fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-697766523910439372?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/697766523910439372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=697766523910439372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/697766523910439372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/697766523910439372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-1349427100053373932</id><published>2006-12-17T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:16:13.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Dear .....??:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear God, I cant thank you enough for the wonderful miracle that you have done for me. I was nothing before you found me, yet you loved me enough to put your arms around me and pull me from the dirt and mire of the world. You changed me with your love and words, and gave me something to live for, someone to love and be loved by, and something to strive for. Thank you for taking me, unworthy as I am, and calling me your friends. For this I love and adore you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are the dawn of everyday to me, the hope that sees me through, the light and guides the way for me, the love thats always true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you love something or someone, set if free.... if it comes back, its yours.... if it doesnt, it never was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-1349427100053373932?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/1349427100053373932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=1349427100053373932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/1349427100053373932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/1349427100053373932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_8271.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-4671061961666237991</id><published>2006-12-17T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:45:24.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:A movie &amp;amp; random stuff:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a few days ago i watched Coach Carter (everyone should watch it), that show really can apply to our christian lives... at one point of a time... one person owed the coach 1000 push ups and 1000 laps... and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; complete the task so he his effort was wasted... until his team helped him to do the rest.... no questions asked... one for all, all for one... when that one person in cell or at family or someone u know is down and falling... we should not just stand there and see show but help him do the rest or even try to help him in anyway possible, look around u and see the people passing by, your friends, parents, family, do u want to be just like them... leaving endless life going around the rat race, a never ending cycle or come out of the cycle and so something radical?? only u can change your own life with God's help others can only tell u whats right and try to put u on the right track but it is u who decides weather to follow the right track or derail and fall off?? and i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;greatfull&lt;/span&gt; that i have a great friend like God beside me... without him like something happy in me is missing and lost and thanks to God we have won the war over the devil years ago but sometimes what is your is yours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; mean the devil will give it to you with a willing heart (if he has a heart that is) sometimes u have gotta to take what is yours away from him and let him know who is boss around here!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;muhahahaha&lt;/span&gt; i hate the devil!!!! u can kiss my ass!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;LGLG&lt;/span&gt;:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-4671061961666237991?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/4671061961666237991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=4671061961666237991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/4671061961666237991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/4671061961666237991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-3802308515596419077</id><published>2006-12-10T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:09:36.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:A day of fun:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today went out with lots of people to play badminton... WQ, de kai, evan, cal, apple and then yumiko came later.... wah long time since i have played badminton... now i typing my shoulder blade pain... but had fun thats what was important.... how i played u ask them loh.... dont want to talk to much about it... hahas.... today abit sad then happy then sad again then happy... cos i see evan sad then i haix why like that... then i pray for her bit bit then hope she will better if i let her trash me later while playing.... then second sad was when my handphone no more money to msg... but that was good cos dont need to reply people!!!! haha feel so free... only can see msg.... anyways... thats all.... see u guys soon....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-3802308515596419077?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/3802308515596419077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=3802308515596419077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/3802308515596419077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/3802308515596419077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-1685622317443978250</id><published>2006-12-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T00:04:51.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Wind &amp;amp; Sun:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read a fable about the sun and the wind. they quarrelled about which was the stronger, and the win said, "i will prove to u i am the strongest. see the old man down there with a coat? i bet i can get his coat off him quicker than u can."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the sun went behind a cloud, and the wind blew until it was almost a tornado, but the harder it blew, the tighter the old man clutched his coat to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, the sin calmed down and gave up, and then the sun came out from behind the clouds and smiled kindly on the old man. Presently, he mopped his brow and pulled off his coat. The sun then told the wind that gentleness and friendliness were always stronger than fury and force.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-1685622317443978250?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/1685622317443978250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=1685622317443978250&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/1685622317443978250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/1685622317443978250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-982291443723191</id><published>2006-12-06T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:23:05.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:A Drop Of Honey:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A quote : if u come at me with your fists doubled, I can promise u that mine will double as fast as yours; but if u come to me and say, 'Let us sit down and take counsel together, and, if we differ from each other, understand why it is that we differ, just what the points at issue are,' we will presently find that we are not so far apart after all, that the points on which we differ are few and the points on which we agree are many, and that if we only have the patience and the candour and the desire to get together, we will get together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;another one : if a man's heart is ranking with discord and ill feeling towards you, you cant win him to your way of thinking with all the logic in the world. scolding parents and domineering friends ought to realize that people dont want to change their minds. they cant be forced or driven to agree with you or me. but the may possibly be led to, if we are gentle and friendly, ever so gentle and ever so friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-982291443723191?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/982291443723191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=982291443723191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/982291443723191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/982291443723191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-2041209662969928849</id><published>2006-12-05T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T10:40:54.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:TV:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yesterday watched LOTR (on of my many favourite movies), there was this one part when they finish destroying the ring they went back to Minhiriath and Aragon was being crowned by Gandalf and when Aragon was was walking around and reached the hobbits they bowed to him but instead Aragon said "My friends you bow to no one" at that time i was so touched and WANTED to cry by when i look at Frodo eyes there was still emptiness in his eyes... still looking or missing something.... his eyes were blank until the moment that he was leaving middle earth on a ship from Rivendell going somewhere (which only God knowns) then in his eyes there was this belonging and rest.... away from the burdans.... dont know why am i blogging this but feel like it... haha... and when u get hurt or hurt someone or when something bad is happening or when u are going through your everyday life.... the real pain is not at the moment the real pain is in the waiting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-2041209662969928849?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/2041209662969928849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=2041209662969928849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/2041209662969928849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/2041209662969928849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-3935227803432857821</id><published>2006-12-03T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T18:26:23.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:PoP:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello faithful readers... was reading this book when this verse hit me pop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ecclesiastes 3:1-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:&lt;br /&gt;2 a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,&lt;br /&gt;3 a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build,&lt;br /&gt;4 a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,&lt;br /&gt;5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain,&lt;br /&gt;6 a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,&lt;br /&gt;7 a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak,&lt;br /&gt;8 a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my favourite verse is..... 1 Corinthians 13:4-8.... haha u all can check it up by ourselves at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2013:4-8;&amp;version=31"&gt;http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2013:4-8;&amp;version=31&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well thats all folks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-3935227803432857821?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/3935227803432857821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=3935227803432857821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/3935227803432857821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/3935227803432857821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-6599031938035307802</id><published>2006-11-26T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:21:59.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:What Is It??:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is an expression that one shows and it is far more important than the clothes one wears on one's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It cost nothing, but it creates much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It enriches those who recieve, without impoverishing those who give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It happens in a flash and the memory of it sometimes lasts a life time or forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;None are so rich they can get along without it, and none so poor but are richer for its benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It creates happiness in the home, fosters good will in a business, and is the countersign of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is rest to the weary, daylight to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad, and Nature's best antidote for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is something that is no earthly good to anybody till it is given away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For nobody needs it so much as those who have none left to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what is it boys and girls and tag me the anwser.... if u get it right something nice will be waiting for u at the end...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-6599031938035307802?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/6599031938035307802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=6599031938035307802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6599031938035307802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/6599031938035307802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-116416353193795894</id><published>2006-11-22T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T10:45:31.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Faith:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade when Harrison Ford goes after the Holy Grail, there is a final test where he has to take a step of faith to get to the Grail. He has to cross a chasm over what appears to be a bottomless pit in order to claim the cup so he can use it to heal his father (Sean Connery) from a fatal wound.The riddle he and his father have figured out has convinced him he must take a step out into the abyss – has to put his full weight into it – and as he does, sure enough, a bridge appears out of nowhere and his step lands on something solid that was not visible until the instant his foot came down on it in mid-air.All issues of faith are like this.It’s not enough to believe, you have to put your whole weight into it.And when you do, you risk falling, but you find something solid.&lt;br /&gt;So there is a risk involved.The risk is always around what will happen if God doesn’t do his part.The Bible says that faith “is the evidence of things we cannot see.”(Hebrews 11:1) It’s the bridge that we step out onto even if we cannot see it.Maybe that bridge is love for someone unlovely. Maybe it is the words we don’t think we have until we open our mouths in front of the person we need to address.Maybe it is courage to face a responsibility that seems impossible. Maybe it is the power to overcome a bad habit.But it’s there – the bridge of faith is there – even though we can’t see it.&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 11 goes on to mention 18 individuals by name, plus all the prophets, the children of Israel, and the early martyrs who accomplished impossible things by faith.All ordinary people – all with their own flaws, fears, and excuses to overcome.And the conclusion for us is to realize that these people and their examples are a huge crowd of witnesses surrounding us and telling us to “strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily hinders our progress.And let us run the race that God has set before us.” (Hebrews 12:1) What a cheering section!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-116416353193795894?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/116416353193795894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=116416353193795894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116416353193795894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116416353193795894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-116277764537717994</id><published>2006-11-06T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:47:25.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:if u want:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if u all want to like that it is fine with me... i will not what to have anything to do with u or anyone close to him... and if u all wanna treat me like that it is also fine with me.... just remember u have lost a friend and u dont care what cos there are still lots of fishes in the ocean.... want to forget that i even lived on this lously excuse of a planet and among even worst friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG??:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-116277764537717994?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/116277764537717994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=116277764537717994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116277764537717994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116277764537717994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-116235171555267491</id><published>2006-11-01T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T11:28:35.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 20  Dollar Bill&lt;/span&gt;:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A well-known speaker started off  his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;In the  room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?" Hands started going up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;He said,  "I am going to give this $20 to one of you, but first, let me do this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;He  proceeded to crumple the $20 dollar bill up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;He then  asked, "Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Well, he  replied, "What if I do this?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;And he  dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;He picked  it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Still the  hands went into the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;My  friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;No matter  what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in  value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;It was  still worth $20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Many times in our lives, we are  dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;and the  circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;But no  matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely  creased, you are still priceless to those who LOVE you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The worth  of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You are  special - Don't EVER forget it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Count your  blessings, not your problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-116235171555267491?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/116235171555267491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=116235171555267491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116235171555267491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116235171555267491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-116214491215029437</id><published>2006-10-30T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T02:04:29.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Hope and Faith is all i can do:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only hope that you will know what I am thinking as i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really dont know what to do as I have been thinking do you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love me at all for one bit, or how do u think of me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know how sad I feel but u still go on doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you understand what is going on as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are a smart person who knows what goes on inside or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know and acting blur trying to hide everything away??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To you know who.... who you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--zery uooh jek--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-116214491215029437?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/116214491215029437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=116214491215029437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116214491215029437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116214491215029437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_116214491215029437.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-116214362752722777</id><published>2006-10-30T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T01:40:27.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Hope and Faith is all I got:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope it will be like last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope that u know what I am think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope u know that I really really love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope u know how my heart says to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have Faith in you that u will not disappoint me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have Faith in me for i know what i am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have Faith in me that i can make you happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have Faith in me that I can do all things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know what do u really think of me and i dont know why are u doing that but i hope that you know how i feel and how i think cos i know u and dream about u from time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-8 (New International Version)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/bg_versions/bgclick.php?what=10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/bg_versions/bgclick.php?what=26"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/bg_versions/bgclick.php?what=2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-116214362752722777?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/116214362752722777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=116214362752722777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116214362752722777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116214362752722777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-116197703163902585</id><published>2006-10-28T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T03:23:51.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:think before you act:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she's blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He's always there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she can see everything, including her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will you marry  me?" The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend is blind too, and refused to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying. "Just take care of my eyes dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is how human brain changes when the status changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Only few remember what life was before, and who's always been there even in the most painful situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life Is A GiftToday before you think of saying an unkind word - Think of someone who can't speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about the taste of your food - Think of someone who has nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Before you complain about your husband or wife - Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today before you complain about life - Think of someone who went too early to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Before you complain about your children - Think of someone who desires children but they're barren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you argue about your dirty house, someone didn't clean or sweep - Think of the people who are living in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Before whining about the distance you drive - Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And when you are tired and complain about your job - Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another - Remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down  - Put a smile on your face and thank God you're alive and still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-116197703163902585?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/116197703163902585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=116197703163902585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116197703163902585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116197703163902585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-116158268139473065</id><published>2006-10-23T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:07:38.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:all broken up inside:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why is this happening to me?? I feel so left out and when I see other people unhappy or sad or even when they seem loss I will become sad and worried for them as well. Dont why like that but thats just how I am. But it seems all hope is lost until I begin to think about my Heavenly father and all he has done for me all the love he has given to me and I wanna to give it back to other people but I am trying so hard and it seems that walls start to drop down from every corner blocking me up and soldiers are at the walls preventing me from doing anything. It seems so helpless But still using my small means to try to get pass them but every time I try to get pass them I fail. time and time again and till now. I am still finding that method or way or tactic to get pass them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-116158268139473065?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/116158268139473065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=116158268139473065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116158268139473065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116158268139473065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-116116986911161778</id><published>2006-10-18T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T19:11:09.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Father Forgets:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are the things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down you food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too think on your bread. And as you started off to play and I make for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in reply, "Hold your shoulders back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive - and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. "What is it you want?" I snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding - this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during you waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when u laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: "He is nothing but a boy - a little boy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked to much, too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how does this story speak to you?? hope it was a good one....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-116116986911161778?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/116116986911161778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=116116986911161778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116116986911161778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116116986911161778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-116096471006432821</id><published>2006-10-16T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T10:11:50.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Love Test:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love language is probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a secondary love language being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quality Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;12&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Information&lt;/h2&gt; Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="'http://www.youthnetsouthampton.org.uk/breakout/lovelanguages.php'" target="'_blank'"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-116096471006432821?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/116096471006432821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=116096471006432821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lost out in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wandering and searching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for heaven's light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You saw the night sky clearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I spread my rainbow wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But little did you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what joy that I would bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From that moment on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a friendship did start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kissed away your tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and tried to sheltered your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bless the day God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sent you from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then I grew fearful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for I had fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told you this feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what did you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said you liked our friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that's how it would stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cried for a friendship I thought I lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then I felt a warm gentle feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I then whispered in your ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saying I will stand by your forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Changed Me in a Special Way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Healed My Heart Day After Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Made Me Laugh When I Was Sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Calmed Me Down When I Was Mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Helped Me Realize Things I Never Knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Stood By Me When I Didn't Know What To Do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Understood My Pain and My Fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Wiped Away My Crying Tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Talked To Me For Hours at a Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though Our Talks Were Pointless Most Of The Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Never Got The Other Line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Made Our Memories So Precious To Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Changed My Life Can't You See&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And All Through The Times That We Have Shared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Knew in My Heart You Have Always Cared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Most of All - I Want You To Know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll Be Friends For Life - Together We Will Glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever More And Till The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Will Always Be One Of My Best Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you love someone so deep inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems like it's so easy to hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've loved her for so very long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would think she could do no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day you would hope and pray,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That she would always stay this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She treated you like you should be treated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You thought your life was finally completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought your love was growing true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then one day it was all so blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She started putting you down and it hurt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You thought all you were to her was poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started ignoring you and you wondered why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All you wanted to do was curl up and die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You thought your relationship would never end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that was all so fake and pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night she was so sweet to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You thought all those things were maybe untrue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two days later she was back the same,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You thought you were the one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought the relationship was getting too serious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that you had become a little too curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By this time you knew it wouldn't last,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the nice things she said were in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought that you would marry her some day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But this time God wanted to get his way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You wanted things back how they were before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you knew this couldn't happen anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Saturday night about ten o'clock,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You heard the news and it wasn't a shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You knew this was going to happen soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you laid there and cried in the pale lit moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take my hand and lead the way;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me all you want to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whisper softly in my ear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all those things I want to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kiss my lips and touch my skin;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bring out passions deep within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pull me close and hold me near;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking away my pain and fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the darkness of the night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be my beacon, shine your light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the brightness of the sun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;show me that you are the only one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me wings so I can fly;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for I can soar when you're nearby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enter my heart, break down the wall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's time for me to watch it fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been a prisoner, can't you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Break my chains and set me free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Strip me of my armor tight;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'll find I won't put up a fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Release my soul held deep within . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm ready now, let love begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-116067579750924260?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/116067579750924260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=116067579750924260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116067579750924260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116067579750924260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-116050413237790149</id><published>2006-10-11T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T02:57:33.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:God cares but that is not enough??:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;will be taking a break for a certain amount of time then will decide if wanna continue.... but in the mean time just sit back and relax and enjoy the show of Xavier's life being a christian is really difficult and God's test is also getting more and more spiritual but just going to give it a rest and see what happens.... next think it will be better without me..... muhahahahaha.... oh well people just don't get the idea what is happening around them so like that loh... if u don't wanna follow the biblical values.... so don't know if anyone see it the way I do, but I think don't have la cos they don't know what is happening only God knows and that is good enough for me cos people is to dumb to realize stuff.... sick of seeing your face every saturday..... (yes it is you) why guilty ah??? if all of you want to like that I will also play along.... ok see u guys when I see u again.... God bless.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-116050413237790149?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/116050413237790149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=116050413237790149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116050413237790149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/116050413237790149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115972057880272508</id><published>2006-10-02T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T02:20:56.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:high:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sometimes by just watching a simple anime or listening to a song you can learn stuff and also remember all the nice stuff that happened and forget about all the bad stuff that had happened at least you know that you will be happy when another person is happy... well I just love to make people happy and laugh... love is something that a person can give to another without caring weather if the other person will love them back but is about if that person feels happy thats all that matters to me.... hahas.... and I love this song... muhahahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115972057880272508?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115972057880272508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115972057880272508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115972057880272508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115972057880272508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115971292460584750</id><published>2006-10-01T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:28:44.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:friendship??:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whether it’s things, people, or even hearts… if it’s taken away from you, you only need to take it back. If you do that, no one will experience sadness of hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It’s only when people lose your precious things that they realize their value. And once we get them back, their importance will again be forgotten. That’s why living on with things is very meaningful. But that’s not something others can decide. The only thing we can do is lend our help for a while, no matter what the result is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some things are better left forgotten… these are things that you shouldn’t get back. Things will be much happier that way… but if I forgot those important things, what is the point….. if you suffer alone, did you think that would make me happy? I got back that precious thing that I had lost. But now found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I salute you that if u can continue when you know it is still wrong... &lt;br /&gt;Does it make you happy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115971292460584750?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115971292460584750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115971292460584750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115971292460584750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115971292460584750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115964008254340795</id><published>2006-10-01T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T02:14:42.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:glad you did:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;glad you answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;glad you spoke to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;glad you where there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;glad you have forgiven me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;glad that I know someone like you,&lt;br /&gt;glad that I have learnt so much from you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;glad you reminded me that you are still there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still don't know if what you did was an accident but I will still trust you always forever and ever because you are great and mighty, thanks for testing me in how much I trusted in you when u gave me all the hardships and I can say that I could not have done it without you.                Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115964008254340795?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115964008254340795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115964008254340795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115964008254340795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115964008254340795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115945420573668737</id><published>2006-09-28T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T01:17:45.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.:what to do??:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what do I do when people keep doing the same thing to me over and over again?? Of course I do the same thing back la!!! Since they all wanna play pang I shall play along with them.... Since they don't wanna change and keep lying to me I will brand them as "branded" and continue on with my life.... hahas!!!! Some people just will not change after lots of times even I know that they are lying but I just don't wanna say later hurt them even more but now the best is don't trust anything they say cos it is not true all for show only what really goes on we don't really know hahas.... When they fall hard one day which I know they will and I will be at the side lines laughing.... treat other how u wanna be treated.... I will hold on to that phrase....&lt;br /&gt;All the best to whoever you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115945420573668737?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115945420573668737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115945420573668737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115945420573668737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115945420573668737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/evil.html' title='evil'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115910073452430230</id><published>2006-09-24T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T20:25:34.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:WHAT poem:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the Master so gently said, "Wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My future and all to which I relate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hangs in the balance and you tell me to wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or even a 'no', to which I will resign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we need but to ask, and we shall receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am weary of asking! I need a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as my Master replied again, "Wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting... for what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and He tenderly said,"I could give you a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could shake the heavens and darken the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could raise the dead and cause mountains to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd not know the power that I give to the faint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd not know the joy of resting in Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when darkness and silence are all you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd never experience the fullness of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The glow of My comfort late into the night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the faith that I give when you walk without sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask&lt;br /&gt;from an infinite God who makes what you have last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd never know should your pain quickly flee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but oh, the loss if I lost what I'm doing in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And though of My answers seem terribly late,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My most precious answer if all is still.... WAIT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want this poem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come and look for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since ask and it shall be given,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will give it to you for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So just tag the board and you will get it from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115910073452430230?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115910073452430230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115910073452430230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115910073452430230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115910073452430230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_115910073452430230.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115903261342146324</id><published>2006-09-24T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T01:30:13.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:another saturday??:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought this saturday was going to be the same routine thing again but I was wrong.... today we did skit and then we were all sianed cos no new comer then when Rx spoke everything changed he spoke to me and I thought what were my strongholds and I thought of the things I do last time everyday and all the talking I did then I realised that was a stronghold so at least now it is not happening anymore but I wish still can do it la but lesser so that it will not take first place in my heart which is God's place.... muhahaha and today P.D also take about running the race and also spoke to me and thought of the times and also need to cut.... tiff if u are reading this please help me order 23/09 the cd thanks.... well thats all folks see u another time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115903261342146324?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115903261342146324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115903261342146324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115903261342146324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115903261342146324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115893666144223506</id><published>2006-09-22T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:51:01.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:what the meaning:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they way u are going on now is the sure way of failure my father said.... go out never inform them.... I did it during the week and only today never do kana frack up.... I today very rush then forget a lot of things then today got a lot of things to do and go then kana fracked.... then he say what are u going to contribute as a son, to the house to the family.... how the shit I know??? I got do what I am suppose to do what else u want say la.... then all of u know I forget stuff easily then instead of reminding me like "Xavier are u going anywhere today and what time back" say this attitude sure go to the outside world sure die one.... of course la how u treat me different what and when I try to explain also cannot my father think he king of the dam house then he can do anything he can and we must adapt to him I must humble he cannot humble first.... then when I exlpain to my father.... "Xavier I don't like your tone" then go jump down la!!! I think I must poof away from house a few days that they will realise something wrong..... then I must sit there and don't do anything cannot say back cos wrong don't say thing also wrong so just kana fracked all the dam way.... the whole world like that when u don't need me u run far far then when I needed then the come back begging.... then my sister took my chocolates in the fridge without asking me first then she say she thought it was mummy's then even if it is mummy's u also never ask..... my sister really getting out of hand.... on day when I really cannot ta han liao and when I explode shit everyone around will get it from me.... ask P.D. to go and talk to my father think he so big.... I can out talk my father anytime just he use his power to press me down.... then like that loh.... faster start school la then nothing will happen.... then when I do something wrong nobody wanna come up to tell me.... just give me the fracking cold shoulder and don't care.... I care for everybody around me if u really wanna treat me like that then fine I don't know u and u don't know me.... anyways all I do is forgive then u continue going the wrong way and one day get screwed real hard.... hahahas I will be at the side lines laughing my ass off.... good la like that best is don't become leader and don't do anything important just be follower all my life better listen then do, listen then do then nothing wrong.... or if wrong just remind me can liao can I will do it instead of giving me the attitude thinking people don't change.... I got change loh is just that u have been around me so long that u never realise it... just keep nagging away... I know everything loh.... most of it I heard before again and again... say until sianz.... ask my father go and talk to pastor and find out la, thinking it so easy.... talk only.... if he see my blog even better!!! everything around me going hay-wire.... cos I do things wrong then u all leave me there.... only when a person is gone then u know how important that person is.... to bad!!! all of u don't come crying back to me when u are done and u know that I was just trying to help.... GOD IS THE BESTEST!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115893666144223506?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115893666144223506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115893666144223506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115893666144223506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115893666144223506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115884932420495910</id><published>2006-09-21T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:35:24.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:pain:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it hurts me when i see something is wrong and i know it is wrong but i can't do anything to help makes me feel very helpless all i can do is pray and let God do the rest cos when i pray i know he will help them and help me.... prayer is the best comfort and the best weapon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115884932420495910?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115884932420495910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115884932420495910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115884932420495910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115884932420495910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-like.html' title='dont like'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115884260588671813</id><published>2006-09-21T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T20:44:18.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:STM:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haix.... today another moody day.... quite sad when my memory fails me, everytime when i can't remember stuff i try my best to do so but ending up saying most of the things wrong unless somebody reminds me.... then i feel like i let down some people they forgive me but i got forgive myself?? should be bah.... hope that God will grant me a better memory and let me remember things which are important to me and bring back to me when i need it to.... next time don't open my mouth then better cos nothing will go wrong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115884260588671813?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115884260588671813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115884260588671813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115884260588671813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115884260588671813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/memory.html' title='memory'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115883198096308117</id><published>2006-09-21T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T17:46:20.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:smart me:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today I got super scared.... let me tell u story.... today I set my alarm at 7:30am cos I needed to reach school at 9am or so I thought.... then I rush bath then while waiting for 184 or 75 I msg my friends that I will be late then when I reach ngee ann poly to change bus to 74 all my friends never reply then I was worried.... then I don't care.... so I waited for 74 bus to come then I boarded the bus and I was still wondering why they still haven't reply me so when I was 1 bus stop away from my school I just checked my calendar to see if I got my dates correct then I found out that it was suppose to be tml and not today.... haix sadded luckly I got bus concession.... muhahaha.... then took bus back and meet up with my father to eat lunch then while walking back home Xiangshu call me and said he needed to talk to me in the serious tone.... I was shocked as he never meets me to talk so must I did something wrong.... then when I meet him actually he just wanted to ask me about my spiritual life and stuff about my wonderful cell.... chey!!! well thats all folks see u next time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115883198096308117?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115883198096308117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115883198096308117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115883198096308117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115883198096308117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/smart.html' title='smart'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115877722078334227</id><published>2006-09-21T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:13:22.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:some dumb stuff i found and was bored:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 15 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Natural&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/natural.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.&lt;br /&gt;You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!&lt;br /&gt;People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Spider-Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroareyouquiz/spiderman.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quick and agile, you have killer instincts (literally).&lt;br /&gt;And that kind of makes up for the whole creepy spider thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Superhero Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An ESFP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Performer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural performer and happiest when you're entertaining others.&lt;br /&gt;A great friend, you are generous, fun-loving and optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;You love to laugh - and you like almost all people equally.&lt;br /&gt;You accept life as it is, and you do your best to make each day fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good actor, designer, or counselor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What's" Your Personality Type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 70% Boyish and 30% Girlish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#a7ceff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 56% Addicted to Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtolovequiz/addicted-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Might as well face it, you're addicted to love.&lt;br /&gt;You've been a fool for love many times - but are you the wiser for it?&lt;br /&gt;Your needs should come first, both in and out of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Because you're the only one who can look out for yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People Envy Your Compassion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/compassion.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.&lt;br /&gt;People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 40% Control Freak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouacontrolfreakquiz/control-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have achieved the perfect balance of control and letting go.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to roll with whatever life brings, but you never get complacent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You A Control Freak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Rule Venus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/venus.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Venus is a mysterious, stormy planet - shrouded in a thick layer of clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are perfect to rule Venus, because you are quite emotional and volatile yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions change as rapidly as the weather on Venus, and both you and the planet are incomprehensible to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are not a logical thinker, you are quite empathetic.&lt;br /&gt;You can care for and understand others, but your emotions swirl too quickly to truly understand yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Planet Should You Rule?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Will Die at Age 85&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/die.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Congratulations! You take good care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You're poised to live a long, healthy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Will You Die?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115877722078334227?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115877722078334227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115877722078334227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115877722078334227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115877722078334227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/things.html' title='things'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115876441362501238</id><published>2006-09-20T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:00:39.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saw zhi wei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:from Zhi Wei's blog:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/twisted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.att.net/~slugbutter/evil/" target="new"&gt;How evil are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Social Blogger!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofbloggerareyouquiz/social-blogger.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your blog is more of a semi-private affair for your friends.&lt;br /&gt;It's how you keep in touch... sharing stories, jokes, and pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Blogger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115876441362501238?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115876441362501238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115876441362501238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115876441362501238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115876441362501238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/saw-zhi-wei.html' title='saw zhi wei'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115875501945008171</id><published>2006-09-20T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:14:27.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:The Blood:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God has created 3 different function in our body,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;spirit &lt;/em&gt;within us is the part that knows God intimately. It is God-conscious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our &lt;em&gt;body &lt;/em&gt;is the shell we dwell in. It is world-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;soul &lt;/em&gt;is our intellect, will and emotions. It is self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;which part of these 3 different functions u wanna keep growing and which one u don't wanna feed that much?? the choice is yours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-The Flesh and the Devil-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first woman not only fell for the lie, but she also enticed Adam to join her, and sin entered the heart of man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-genesis 3:6. KJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In that one scripture verse we find three great temptations satan uses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1: &lt;/strong&gt;The lust of the flesh ( the tree was good for food.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2: &lt;/strong&gt;The lust of the eyes (It was pleasant to look at.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3: &lt;/strong&gt;The pride of life (the tree offered wisdom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;why does the enemy bring these forms of temptation against us? His deadly design is to lure us into a sinful world. But we are warned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world - the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life - is not of the Father but is of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-1 John 2:15-16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;don't let this of the world take first place in your heart as it is written in the bible at 2 corinthians 4:18 "so we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115875501945008171?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115875501945008171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115875501945008171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115875501945008171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115875501945008171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/blood.html' title='the blood'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115873883730745103</id><published>2006-09-20T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T15:53:57.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:back from malacca:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wha it's been a long time since I blogged.... anyways these few days have been ok for me despite my irregular QTing.... was just tired then fell plop on my bed.... then these few nights can't get a good night's rest.... all the mosquitoes keep biting me.... then I can hear their buzzing sound beside my ear.... very freaky.... anyways during the trip I was help Dr. Paul Tan on his trip to malacca as he can't walk properly and he is quite a funny guy for is age (60+).... but I didn't learn much from that trip just went to do lots of shopping and shopping.... then when I came back I called who ah forgot liao?? anyways I called WQ I think then asked him about how was cell and service then when he told me I knew I missed out on a lot of stuff than on the trip I saw joey and family, yen, sister cum parents.... then I asked him "u kana forced rite" then he said "yup".... then we were all haixing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HURRAY to my ITE friend chia hisen I thought he will not come but he proved me wrong!!! I salute you... then called a few friends when reached home just to catch up on the happenings from the day to day activities and it was all good.... well thats all for now..... will post when I have more good stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115873883730745103?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115873883730745103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115873883730745103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115873883730745103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115873883730745103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/back.html' title='back!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115825811316047575</id><published>2006-09-15T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T02:24:03.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't talk to stubborn people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:i don't talk to stubborn people:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;some people.... in this world just don't know how to give up in what they are doing something wrong.... than when give up need other people to clean up after you!!! some people are so smart now.... if u continue doing wrong things in your life God will surely punish you and he will just give u the biggest knock u ever had if your life!!!! muhahahaha.... than all the best in picking yourself up and rebuilding it up again.... with people's help or without it is up to you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115825811316047575?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115825811316047575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115825811316047575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115825811316047575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115825811316047575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-talk-to-stubborn-people.html' title='i don&apos;t talk to stubborn people'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115823430402823071</id><published>2006-09-14T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T20:27:11.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school dazes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:sec school days:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ello peeps.... to all those kids (muhahahaha) who are still in secondary school rushing to get out of whatever school u are in.... I will comfirm u that when u are out u will miss it a few months later!!!! cos that's how I felt last time and how wonderful my school and friends were....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;first I missed my form teacher.... Mr Ng.... he is the coolest loh....my dnt teacher... he allow us to use handphone in class and we can tell him anything last time he bet on soccer than ask on of my classmates to check the results with his HP.... than during N levels he showed us the exam questions before hand than he said "ok class that was todays test, remember to go home and try to get full marks for the paper I just gave u today".... than we were all laughing to ourselves and nodding our heads....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;second was my maths teacher.... Miss Phang.... althought she had ended her teacher career but she was the best maths teacher!!! all the best to Miss Phang in teaching in prison.... I remember she saying "it is not how well u do is how hard u try doing it" than she talked to me saying "xavier must do well for your maths in O's hor get a A1 and show me.... than I was like huh?? so easy la.... but I ended up getting A2 so saddening..... than she will stay back with us in school till 10-11 pm and help us with our maths.... so touching than one time she PMS in class than scold us and walk out of the class crying and super pissed.... than the next day she came and gave us a letter each personally saying sorry for that time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;next is my chem teacher..... Mr Micheal.... he made chem so exciting and super interesting for us until I hooked and keep doing chem non-stop when I reach home..... than when we do something dumb and wrong he will give us the "what are u doing" face and than walk to us than we faster change and do the right thing than he smile and walk back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lastly is my english teacher..... Miss Sim..... wha I tell u ah she make english lessons a living hell everytime come in lesson and say "ok class do one compo or compre + summary and pass up by the end of the 1 hour lesson.... than we were like all..... huh!!!! but lucky she very pretty and than come to class dress like go night club like that (sometimes only) than all the guys were like looking at her and smiling.... than I sitting at the back sighing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sec school days so fun.... can play with my DM touch him on the shoulder and than run away or pull his tie until the triangle super small.... the best is we pull his teachers card with a string and run 2 rounds around him than let go.... until it smacked back into his pocket..... those where the times.... that's all peeps, see u next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115823430402823071?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115823430402823071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115823430402823071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115823430402823071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115823430402823071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/school-dazes.html' title='school dazes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115808092955414516</id><published>2006-09-13T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T01:08:49.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:snakes on a plane:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today watched snakes on a plane.... this show should be rated M18 loh.... too much bad stuff.... than got this guy say "time is tissue" uber funny.... than after show i went down to find Zhi Zhi.... he studying with Ken and percivil (i think spell like that).... than after that when Zhi tired of maths liao we went up to play arcade for a short while than went home.... today nothing happen much yesterday was more exciting.... well thats all folks see u next time.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115808092955414516?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115808092955414516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115808092955414516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115808092955414516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115808092955414516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/movie.html' title='movie'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115799780558001930</id><published>2006-09-12T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T02:06:58.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:mighty to save:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this song is really cool.... listen to the lyrics can make u ponder and think.... well that is for me but i dont know about other people.... today just wanna cry infront of the lappy.... today i reflect what have i put first in my life before God, than i thought of my XBOX 360, friends, my own dumb desire, so from now on lets put God first, lets spur each other on to run this race till the finishing line, as God is the senior partner and we are the junior partner.... nothing is impossible through Christ who strengthens me.... still crying dont know why but still tearing, i wish for lots of things but He only answers some of it.... but now i am getting the full picture and he will answer only what is good for us in the long run.... being filled by the holy spirit is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me.... even better than being filled by some other's earthly love, having God is the best thing that has happened to me as in times of trouble and happiness i always remember that he is the one who made it possible..... He is really wonderful, something words can't describe..... well let everyone who has not experience this before quickly do so as it will be unforgettable..... it is like remembering the first time u love him and u can start crying and crying over again that's to Him u are change for the better.... you don't need other people to encourage u, u don't need to care if other people care for u as Jesus is always there to remind you that he cares for u as he died for u.... he is mighty to save.... thank you my beloved Lord and saviour, Jesus Christ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115799780558001930?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115799780558001930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115799780558001930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115799780558001930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115799780558001930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115796869751907906</id><published>2006-09-11T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T17:58:17.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:time:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;spending time with anybody is the most important thing a person can do with another person or with a group, like yesterday I went out to eat with my family than when food came I prayed first before we ate STING RAY.... I prayed that the fellowship will be good and we will have a happy time.... and indeed we had a fun time.... in such a long time.... never had this kind of family outing in such a long time.... prayer really works wonders and have faith in God and never doubt Him even for a moment or it will be wrong!!!! I have not doubted God as I know that everything that happens has a reason even if it is good or bad he will want you u learn something from it.... for all the peeps out there.... dont give up and spend time with your family as this things will not last forever but you can bring it to heaven.... I am now using the church office com to blog.... opps.... anyways faith is the biggest step to take for me (don't know about u) but it really takes faith and trustworthiness to believe in people and what they say.... so for me LGLG is the best expression for anything I meet along my spiritual life.... see u guys soon.... my exams are over and I am free till oct 15 so anyone wanna book me can book now.... hahas.... my tagboard blog die liao.... *cry cry cry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115796869751907906?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115796869751907906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115796869751907906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115796869751907906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115796869751907906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115772887027239662</id><published>2006-09-08T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:21:11.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:a poem i composed:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I promised you something,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so here it is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something that may last forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something that you may never miss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may your love for Him always stay true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is for people to find out and for it to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was making out this poem on 852 to bukit batok, thinking about the times that when you where there so real to me i was so happy like can jump in circles non-stop. maybe it can apply to everyone but actually this poem is meant for 1 person only..... hahas.... anyways see u folks soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115772887027239662?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115772887027239662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115772887027239662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115772887027239662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115772887027239662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/promise.html' title='promise'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115755274653338621</id><published>2006-09-06T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:16:57.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:giddy quiz:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gideon tagged me so I am going to do it eventhough I told him not to.... let the games begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Full name: Xavier Ang Mingcan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Name backwards: Nacginm Gna Reivax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Meaning of the name: Bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Nickname: game=sniperwolf, penguin (named by Karen), if got anymore can tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Screen name: what is this??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. D.O.B: 29/08/1988&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Place of birth: Singapore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Nationality: I luv singapura.. though its kinda crazy but at least its interesting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Current location: at my neighbour's house at eh 9th floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Star sign: Virgo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Religion: Christian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Height: 166cm??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. Weight: 54kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. Shoe size: US9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. Hair colour: mostly black, but got some white, brown, golden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. Eye colour: black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. Who do you think u look like: I was created in his image so I look like that loh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. Innie or outtie: outtie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. Lefty of righty: righty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. Gay,straight,bi or others: straight, but if gay is happy I am also that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21. Best friends: Had one, now no more, all just friends... is Jesus counted?? if got than Him loh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;22. Best friends u trust most: trust not in man as they will dissapoint your for sure!!! psalms 118:8-10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;23. Favorite pals: same as 20 loh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;24. Best friend of opposite sex: no one if u wanna be can tell me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;25. Best buddies: don't know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;26. Boyfriend of galfriend: never wanna have in the next 3-5 years!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;27. Crush: paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;28. Parents: The one who gave me life, love, cash and parts of me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;29. Worst enemy: The infamous Mr SA Tan and the Queen Of Ice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;30. Favorite online guy: Zhi Wei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;31. Favorite online gal: if u really wanna know come find me loh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;32. Craziest fren: Liang Zhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;33. Advice fren(s): WQ, Giddy, Andrew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;34. Loudest friend: don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;35. Person u cry with: God, Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;36. Any sisters: got mah?? hahas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;37. Any brother: wish I had...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;38. Any pets: my sisters??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;39. Any disease: STM (short term memory)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;40. Pager: o_O" people still use mah???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;41. Personal phone line: yup 9241466* guess bah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;42. Phone: what phone the lift phone is it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;43. Lava lamp: wish I had...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;44. Pool or hot tube: pool at my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;45. A car: ya my father got...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;46. Your personality: get to know me than I know loh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;47. Driving: people up the wall!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;48. Room: white with grey spots near my bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;49. What's missing: My trust in people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;50. School: ITE Dover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;51. Bed: on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;52. Relationship wif parents: ok loh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;53. Believe in urself: when God is in me?? of cos la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;54. Believe in love at first sight: can love be eaten??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;55. Good listener: yup.... kana train by parents and sisters...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;56. Get along well wif parents: the more the merrier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;57. Save email conversations: nobody converse with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;58. Pray: 24/7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;59. Believe in reincarnation: which dumb person wants to live again??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;60. Make fun of ppl: first and last word that comes out of my mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;61. Like to talk on the phone: I dont like to talk on the phone, I love!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;62. Want to get married: soon in 10 years time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;63. Like to drive: yes drive the golf buggy!!! hahaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;64. Motion sickness: if have can drive buggy mah??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;65. Eat stem of broccoli: yup.... eat your greens la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;66. Eat chicken wif fork: got eat chicken chop with fork loh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;67. Dream in colour: never go and realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;68. Type wif ur fingers on home role: what is that my english not that good lah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;69. Sleep wif stuff animals: got!!!! bear, and lots of dogs.... I think got 3??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;70. Next to you: 2 angels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;71. On the walls of your room: the table of elements&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;72. On your mousepad: I dont need one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;73. Dream car: Mazda spider&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;74. Dream date: cannot disclose.... wanna know come find me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;75. Dream honeymoon spot: on the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;76. Dream husband n wife: God provide I marry loh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;77. Bedtime: 12 midnight- 2am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;78. Under ur bed: my bed no level one it is on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;79. Single most important question: hows it going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;80. Bad time of the day: the time I spend at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;81. Your worst fear: that nobody loves me for who I am not what I can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;82. The weather is: 34.6 degrees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;83. Time: 2222&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;84. Date: 6/9/2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;85. Best trick did on someone: don't know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;86. Theme song: Meant To Be by Switchfoot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;87. Hardest thing abt growing up: living day by day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;88. Funniest experience: I know God know can liao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;89. Scariest experience: failing my O levels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;90. Silliest thing u have ever said: how to write my chinese name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;91. Most desperate and funniest thing u have ever done to an opposite sex: don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;92. Scariest thing when you are with your friends: when vulgar words start coming out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;93. Worst feeling: something u wanna say but cannot cos scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;94. Best feeling in the world: When God shows up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not going to pass this time wasting thing to anyone..... haha I am so selfish!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115755274653338621?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115755274653338621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115755274653338621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115755274653338621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115755274653338621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/tag-game.html' title='tag game'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115752627524701178</id><published>2006-09-06T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:19:58.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:I wonder:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder God is like that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder guys do what they do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder girls do what they do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder why people treat me like that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder why it is easier said than done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder why people are so difficult to understand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder why people know it is wrong but still do it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder why people know what is true but just don't believe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder, I wonder, I wonder??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115752627524701178?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115752627524701178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115752627524701178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115752627524701178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115752627524701178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder??'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115736626455026373</id><published>2006-09-04T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:37:44.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:thinking:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yesterday when I was out for bible study after that went out with Gideon, mich, mich and huiting eating KFC while Gideon was talking I was half listening and think about the times my father used to buy large mash potato home for me..... I would call him and whine and whine till I influence him to buy me a large mash potato.... that was when I was pri 1-3.... times were so happy when I was still young.... dont know the difference from right from wrong.... now all grown up and know how to talk back liao and much more mature.... than when P.D say that be good to your parents when there are still alive not where their dead that than go and cry..... like the movie click....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyways this morning while dressing up I talked to God and ask him to bless me during my exam period I asked him for a good memory to memorize all the notes.... than today got online test so I took the notes from my friends to see see and memories..... usually for those people who know me I got STM (short term memory) one..... than today just see see about them try to put it in my brain.... while doing the test like drinking water like that flow through.... in the end I got 85% for my test.... super suprised.... so God can do wonders.... I called, He answered..... well thats all for now see u guys soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115736626455026373?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115736626455026373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115736626455026373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115736626455026373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115736626455026373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/thinking.html' title='thinking'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115721246213750394</id><published>2006-09-02T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:54:24.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:be contented:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sometimes i think i am one blessed kid.... all the people around me so many things happen to them when they were young but i was covered by my parents and protected.... sometimes i love my daddy and mummy so much.... but they over-protect too much so a bit sian.... but now 18 liao can do most things just tell them can liao..... see u guys next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115721246213750394?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115721246213750394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115721246213750394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115721246213750394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115721246213750394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-enough.html' title='good enough'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115718020448580427</id><published>2006-09-02T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T14:56:44.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meant to live</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:We Were Meant To Live:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Song by Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fumbling his confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And wondering why the world has passed him by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoping that he's bid for more than arguments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And failed attempts to fly, fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dreaming about Providence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And whether mice or men have second tries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe we've been livin with our eyes half open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe we're bent and broken, broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We want more than this world's got to offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We want more than this world's got to offer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We want more than the wars of our fathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everything inside screams for second life, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were meant to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were meant to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link to song: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5OAm034cBQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5OAm034cBQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115718020448580427?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115718020448580427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115718020448580427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115718020448580427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115718020448580427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/meant-to-live.html' title='Meant to live'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115717632431524805</id><published>2006-09-02T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T14:20:05.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teacher's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:teacher's day:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on thursday my entire school celebrated teacher's day.... I was in student councilors and we had to help out do all the stuff.... on wednesday I and 2 other people had to move 300 chairs from basement to the first level.... and we only had 2 trolleys.... super tired.... we started at 2pm and ended at 6pm.... my fingers and killing me.... had so many bubbles on my fingers with water in them.... to fun to touch that watery feeling.... but anyway we managed to move all the chairs into the hall and arranged them nicely..... and with a job will done i had to drag my half-dead body to the bus stop and slept on the bus ride home....zZz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday came and i had to reach school at 8:30am..... but because of the heavy rainfall in the morning i reached school at 9:30am.... luckly nobody scold me... walk in quietly into the SC room than pretend i ate glass for breakfast.... than waited for usher time to usher the guest to their seats and than slack at the back of the hall watching the performance put up by the different CCA groups.... after all that 5 of us had to move the chairs back to the basement again.... than all the second years SC's didn't even help us... they just sit around talking stuff while we do all the dirty work.... dumb second years.... think they so big!!!! later they retain i laugh!!!! hahas.... anyways feel very happy i wear super formal white shirt, black pants and leather shoes (which i left in the SC room and forgot to bring home)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup than when walking home these few the rain seems to drop at the correct time when i just drop down from the bus the rain pour like anything than while walking home all wet i was singing the song (rain drops are falling on my head).... than just skip home.... than people walking pass me thought i crazy but who cares nobody cares for me also so why should i care for people..... there must be some biasness in the air as people who are suppose to get the blame all starts falling on me like i am the push the blame to magnet.... who gives a dam what happens to Xavier anyway..... just go and do it to others dont do it to me F*C*ing irritating.... who cares anyway u don't give a dam about me why should i give a dam about you!!!!! you wanna play like that rite than fine.... do to others what u want to be done unto you good luck!!! anyways my tagboards dead so i may not be blogging so often anymore..... see u when my next posts come about......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115717632431524805?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115717632431524805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115717632431524805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115717632431524805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115717632431524805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/09/teachers-day.html' title='teacher&apos;s day'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115685846257452029</id><published>2006-08-29T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:34:22.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:birthday:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today expected people to ask me out to met me for my birthday but nobody asked my out.... so sad but nvm.... i should not be controlled by my emotions as i should be controlling them... i gtg update later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115685846257452029?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115685846257452029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115685846257452029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115685846257452029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115685846257452029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/08/birthday.html' title='birthday??'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115668347499898761</id><published>2006-08-27T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T20:59:19.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>click</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:click:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today I just watched the movie Click.... although it is funny but there is a true story behind it..... this guy was trying to make his life easier so he was given a remote that controls everything.... although it has helped him in the good was in many parts of his life but he has no patience for anything so he fast forwards his life and in doing so he missed the good parts of life and does not know what has happened around him.... in the process negleting his family and his wife left him.... till the end of his life he wished all this has not happened as he always put work or others stuff first rather than family.... and in the end before he died he told his son than family comes first.... That's what I did not do to go see this show.... I feel super bad cos it had just happened to me.... I almost cry.... o_O".... well lessoned learnt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday my cell group celebrated my 18 birthday.... I super shock when suddenly the lights turned off.... I thought the lights were faulty than they started happy birthday.... than I turned around in shock and awe.... I super touched by my cellmates and their effort to make it possible..... That's all so lets end this post with a poem..... this poem has 5 chapters read carefully.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walk down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fall in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am lost ... I am helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It isn't my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It takes forever to find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walk down the same street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pretend I don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fall in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe I am in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, it isn't my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It still takes a long time to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walk down the same street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see it is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still fall in. It's a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My eyes are open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is my fault. I get out immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walk down the same street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walk around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walk down another street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115668347499898761?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115668347499898761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115668347499898761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115668347499898761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115668347499898761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/08/click.html' title='click'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115652098889772645</id><published>2006-08-25T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T23:49:48.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:lost a part:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why people get into relationship now?? it is a super waste of time.... cos u will give a piece of your heart to that special person than u keep giving until your heart has not enough space for Him..... than on your wedding night the pastor say "do u give your heart to this person" than u say i do than all your other boy/girl friends start standing up and saying "u gave your heart to me to" and in the end u will be "marrying" so many people without u knowing..... and those who get into relationship and dont wanna get out cos u love the person so much but he/she is still hurting u, u rather carry on getting hurt than losing a person/friend/soul.... those are the super dumb people who i look down..... dont learn from your mistakes instead making more mistakes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115652098889772645?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115652098889772645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115652098889772645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115652098889772645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115652098889772645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115643527980283124</id><published>2006-08-24T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T00:01:20.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:the time has come:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the time has come for Xavier to study for his CMO paper liao.... yes all u people out there who think Xavier doesn't study!!!! u are wrong!!!! Got 7 chapters to study cos I wanna prove that christians can do well in studies also.... nothing to blog now actually waiting for friend to come online to chat... hahas.... That's all folks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115643527980283124?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115643527980283124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115643527980283124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115643527980283124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115643527980283124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-is-time.html' title='It is time'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115634838126986830</id><published>2006-08-23T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T23:58:13.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pro or rea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:proactive or reactive??:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what is reactiveness?? Let be give u loads of examples.... Like when something bad comes along big or small u start to scream your head off and your wonderful vocab starts coming out.... Or like when your are driving on the road when the woman driver suddenly cuts infront of u making u slam on your brakes, what do u do? do you fly off at the mouth? give'em the finger? Let it ruin your day? Or lose bladder control? The choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reactive people make choices based on impulse. They are like a can of soda pop. If like shakes them up a bit, the pressure builds and they suddenly explode. But the proactive people will make choice on values, they think before they act. As they know that we cannot control everything that happens around us (although some people do), but they can control how they want to react to the situation. As they are like water. Shake them up all you want, take off the lid and nothing happens, cool as a cucumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Usually u can tell who is reactive and not reactive by how they talk. Reactive people will usually say, "That's me. That's just the way I am." What they are really saying is, I'm not responsible for the way I act. I can't change. I was predetermined to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They ususlly blame what happens to them on other people. It is like they hand over the "emotion remote" to the other people and the people around them make them feel that way. But proactive people will have the remote and they think and chose how to react to other people's words and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So being proactive is what we should be as we will learn to be not so easily offend, take responsibility for their choices, think before they act, bounce back when something bad happens, always find a way to make it happen and focus on things they cannot do something about, and don't worry about things they can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is only one think we all can control is how we respond to what happens to us. And that is what counts! This is why we should stop worrying about things we can't control and start worrying about things we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Picture 2 circles. The inner circle is our circle of control. It includes things we have control over, such as ourselves, our attitudes, our choices, our response to whatever happens to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the surrounding circle is the things we have no control over. It includes thousands of things we can't do anything about. So boys and girls why are we so interested in running the bigger circle instead of the smaller one?? Something to think about hor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I just got burned by my toaster and when I kana burn my first reaction was not ouch so pain, not because I like getting burn, is because it is like u lying to people, u know it is painful but u still wanna get burn over and over again.... For what?? u love getting burn mah?? But why don't just let others rub caring lotion over the burn.... That's all folks..... See u soon......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---btw my birthday is coming 29/08---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115634838126986830?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115634838126986830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115634838126986830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115634838126986830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115634838126986830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/08/pro-or-rea.html' title='pro or rea'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115631534925318317</id><published>2006-08-23T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:42:29.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:hates??:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sometimes u don't know when to trust people.... especially when they have told the same lie to u 3 times in a row..... let me explain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when u ask them if they are still in it (don't think funny thoughts it is not something like that) they say no than a while later they come and confess to you that they are still in it and the just got out.... than sometime down the road they got back into it and they don't tell u but u somehow u just know cos u care for them to much.... then it happen again and again..... now it is happening again and i don't know weather to trust him/her or not.... but i must learn to trust him/her as in 1 cor 13:4 says so.... anyways i am in my class blogging and teacher say when u finish save it and continue with the lesson.... than i promise her liao so i am going off now.... see my faithful taggers next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115631534925318317?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115631534925318317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115631534925318317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115631534925318317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115631534925318317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/08/hate.html' title='hate'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115617560550664475</id><published>2006-08-21T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:53:28.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:back again:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets start this post with a quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sow a thought, and you reap an act;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sow an act, your reap a habit;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sow a habit, you reap a character;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sow a character, and you reap a destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if who I am is what I have and what I have is lost, then who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.D is always talking about paradigm... But what is it?? Let me tell u... First, they are all perceptions about the way things are. Second, they are all inaccurate or incomplete, even though the people who said them are convinced they're true, it is a way you see something, your point of view, frame of reference, or belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Paradigms are like glasses. When you have incomplete paradigms about yourself of life in general, it's like wearing glasses with the wrong prescription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;from now on lets be centered on God and nothing else.... cos our center is like our driving force, what drives us through the day and what do you spend your time thinking about? So boys and girls.... What is your "obsession?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our Lord your God or maybe something else.... Let me give one example.... something most of us can relate to..... What if your were boy/girl friend centered? lf your leave being centered to that if he/she says something bad you will be like "my day is ruined" or if he/she talks with your best same sex friend your will be like "I've been betrayed. I hate my friend." and when she says I think we should stop seeing each other you will go "my life is over. It is the end of the world. You don't love me anymore." and you can tell when a couple becomes centered on each other because they are forever breaking up and getting back together.&lt;br /&gt;So independence is more attractive than dependence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another thing i learnt today is some facts about goose, Gods wonderful creation and how we should learn to be like them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fact 1: as each goose flaps its wings. It creates an 'uplift' for the birds that follow. By flying the 'V' formation, the would flock adds 71% greater flying range than if each bird flew alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lesson: People who share a common direction and sense of community can get where they are going quicker and easier because they are traveling on the thrust of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fact 2: When a goose falls out of formation. It suddenly feels the drag and resistance of flying alone. It quickly moves back into formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the birds immediately if front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lesson: If we have as much sense as a goose, we stay in formation with those heading where we want to go. We are willing to accept their help and give our help to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fact 3: When the lead bird tires, it rotates back into the formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird infront of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lesson:It pays to take turn doing the hard tasks and sharing leadership. As with geese, people are interdependent on each other's skills, capabilities, talents and resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fact 4: The geese flying in formation, honk to encourage those up front to keep up their speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lesson: we need to make sure our honking is encouraging. In groups, where there is encouragement, the production is much greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fact 5: When a goose gets sick, wounded, or shot down, two geese drop out of formation and follow it down to help and protect it. They stay with it until it dies or is able to fly again. Then the launch out with another formation or catch up with the flock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lesson: If we have as much sense as geese, we will stand by each other in difficult times as will as in good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well that's all for today folks.... See u when I see u.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115617560550664475?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115617560550664475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115617560550664475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115617560550664475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115617560550664475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115574243350404225</id><published>2006-08-16T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:33:54.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:Songs I love:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You're Beautiful-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life is brilliant.My love is pure.I saw an angel.Of that I'm sure.She smiled at me on the subway.She was with another man.But I won't lose no sleep on that,'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.You're beautiful, it's true.I saw you face in a crowded place,And I don't know what to do,'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,As we walked on by.She could see from my face that I was,Flying high,And I don't think that I'll see her again,But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.You're beautiful, it's true.I saw you face in a crowded place,And I don't know what to do,'Cause I'll never be with you.You're beautiful. You're beautiful.You're beautiful, it's true.There must be an angel with a smile on her face,When she thought up that I should be with you.But it's time to face the truth,I will never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Here With Me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't hear you leave, I wonder how am I still here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to move a thing, it might change my memory&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am what I am, I'll do what I want, but I can't hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't go, I won't sleep, I can't breathe, until you're resting here with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't leave, I can't hide, I cannot be, until you're resting here with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to call my friends, they might wake me from this dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't leave this bed, risk forgetting all that's been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh I am what I am, I'll do what I want but I can't hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't go, I won't sleep, I can't breathe until you're resting here with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't leave, I can't hide, I cannot be, until you're resting here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;link to the song: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxWK8AZHo-U"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxWK8AZHo-U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-you raise me up-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary; When troubles come and my heart burdened be;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I am still and wait here in the silence, Until you come and sit awhile with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains; You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders; You raise me up... To more than I can be.(x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;link to the song: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMYHeXVWVbk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NMYHeXVWVbk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115574243350404225?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115574243350404225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115574243350404225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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at his lame and funny jokes....(for mature views only).... today did not so well for my phase test on adobe video editing.... learnt the wrong chapter.... teacher cheat my feeling.... anyways whats over it is over cannot turn back time (though i wish i can).... but guess what... my form teacher ask me to join student councilor, she say i got talent.... i was like ??? whatever she sees in me must be good..... hahas.... very cool got badge and blazer and the works.... also went out with wei qiang to eat today (my cell leader)..... he super stressed with projects so must pray for him.... thats all for today.... see u guys soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115573798486498214?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115566180972679787</id><published>2006-08-16T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T01:10:10.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:A Song I Sang:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sayin' I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is not the words I want to hear from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's not that I want you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not to say it, but if you only knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How easy it would be to show me how you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More than words is all you have to do to make it real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause I'd already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What would you do if my heart was torn in two?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More than words to show me how you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That your love for me is real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What would you say if I took those words away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then you couldn't make things new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just by saying i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that I've tried to talk to you and make you understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All you have to do is close your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And just reach out your hand and touch me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hold me close don't ever let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More than words is all I ever needed you to show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then you wouldn't have to say that love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cause I'd already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115566180972679787?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115566180972679787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115566180972679787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115566180972679787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115566180972679787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/08/song.html' title='song'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115556464758100776</id><published>2006-08-14T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:10:47.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:more quotes:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;60% of all human communication is non-verbal, body language. 30% is your tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is not the amount of breaths you take; but is is the moments that take your breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One moment you are gliding along, next moment you are standing in the rain watching your life fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People who are guarded are afraid that you can see right through them that's why they hide behind layers of secrecy of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people won't know the truth if it even kicked them in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're selling this stuff but you just don't believe in your own product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silence is full of words we never utter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wisdom is the reward you get for a lifetime of listening when you'd have preferred to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A wise person once said, "he would decides who has the power, has the power."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A poem for people who know who they are?: I am more deadly than the screaming shell from the howitzer. I win without killing. I tear down homes, breaking hearts, and wrecking lives. I travel on the wings of the wind. No innocence is strong enough to intimidate me, no purity pure enough to daunt me. I have no regard for truth, no respect for justice, no mercy for the defenseless. My victims are as numerous as the sands of the sea, and often as innocent. I never forget and seldom forgive. My name is Gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is something people want but very difficult to find but why should we find it on earth when we have the greatest love of all in heaven, with outstretched arms welcoming us with the love of a lifetime. But for all u heart-broken people out there here is a sentence to think about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Do you know what it is like getting up every morning, feeling hopeless; feeling the love of your life is going out with the wrong person, but at the same time hoping that he/she still finds happiness. Even if it is never going to be with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By wisdom a house is built, and though understanding it is established. Proverbs 24:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115556464758100776?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115556464758100776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115556464758100776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115556464758100776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115556464758100776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/08/love.html' title='LOVE??'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115471112536603445</id><published>2006-08-05T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T01:05:25.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:signs &amp;amp; quotes:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No God - No Peace" "Know God - Know Peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Try our Sundays." "They're better than Dairy Queen's".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If you don't like the way you were born, try being born again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"This is a ch_ _ ch." "What is missing? - (U R)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If you can't sleep, don't count sheep." "Talk to the Shepherd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An ad for one Church has a picture of two hands holding stone tablets on which the Ten Commandments are inscribed and a headline that reads, "For fast, fast, fast relief, take two tablets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the sign of the day is:&lt;br /&gt;- ON THE PASTOR'S PARKING SPOT -&lt;br /&gt;"PASTOR'S SPOT" "YOU PARK, YOU PREACH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now i know that chasing for love is a super waste of time.... cos u will not only miss out of the important years of your lives but also ending up heart broken and depressed.... so from now on we should not go looking for love but let love find you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115471112536603445?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115471112536603445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115471112536603445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115471112536603445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115471112536603445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27988235.post-115450181006744789</id><published>2006-08-02T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:43:21.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:dealing with conflict:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"He who answers before listening, that is his folly and his shame."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proverbs 18:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 Corinthians 10:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If your brother sins, rebuke him, and if he repents, forgive him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luke 17:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"A man's wisdom gives him patience; it is to his glory to overlook an offense"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proverbs 19:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace."&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 4:2-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anger is never sudden. It is born of a long, prior irritation that has ulcerated the spirit and built up an accumulation of force that results in an explosion. it follows that a find outburst of rage is by no means a sign of a frank, direct nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only 10% of life is what happens to you, the other 90% is how you choose to react to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Effective confrontation is telling another person the effect that his or her behavior has on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The goal of confrontation is to get your own needs met without the other person becoming and remaining defensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My tagboard die liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.:LGLG:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27988235-115450181006744789?l=xavier-covenant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/feeds/115450181006744789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27988235&amp;postID=115450181006744789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115450181006744789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27988235/posts/default/115450181006744789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xavier-covenant.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
