<?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-7486182588218776293</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:41:25.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>†♥Story of Little Fai†h :)♥†</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Faith Lim Zi Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09997761892909918393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/SpQKLI7pleI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YdZaraL4AgM/S220/pondering.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486182588218776293.post-1715256035195260304</id><published>2011-12-06T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T23:18:11.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, I thank you for creating me and still loves me.</title><content type='html'>Learn to love the way you are created by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not pretty. But I am cute.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a talking type. But i bring smiles to others.&lt;br /&gt;I am not the leading one. But my role is to support people.&lt;br /&gt;I am not rich. But at least I have a laptop. A handphone A house.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a car, or someone to carry me. But I have 2 arms, 2 legs.&lt;br /&gt;I am not popular. But I have friends that loves me and respects me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't do well in academics. But I am inquisitive and knowledgable.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a famous artist. But I can draw and sing for God.&lt;br /&gt;I am not the best actor. But I am showing my life to God. He is the director.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sylish. But I am contented to have clothes to wear.&lt;br /&gt;I don't live in a luxurious house. But God had given me a roof over my head.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have exotic abalone or expensive food to eat everyday.&lt;br /&gt;But God had given me enough to eat everyday. And at least, fruits or bread and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am therefore contented how God had made me and still loves me.&lt;br /&gt;I may not turn into the person you wish I am. I don't want you to like me.&lt;br /&gt;But I only hope you would understand why I was born this way. And if you can, accept me. This is who i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7486182588218776293-1715256035195260304?l=faith-limziqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/1715256035195260304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/1715256035195260304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/2011_12_01_archive.html#1715256035195260304' title='God, I thank you for creating me and still loves me.'/><author><name>Faith Lim Zi Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09997761892909918393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/SpQKLI7pleI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YdZaraL4AgM/S220/pondering.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486182588218776293.post-3876728571014890783</id><published>2011-09-17T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T20:34:52.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From my dearest Junior to me..</title><content type='html'>I miss you my friend ..you are so dear.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you are not near.&lt;br /&gt;I carry you within my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And i know that we will never part.&lt;br /&gt;You're special to me ..that much is true....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be leaving and i'll still be here&lt;br /&gt;i'll be losing is my greatest fear&lt;br /&gt;Promise you wont forget me as you go away,&lt;br /&gt;promise you'll be back to see me someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000166421100#!/profile.php?id=100000166421100"&gt;yating&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my reply:&lt;br /&gt;I will if you will stay in GB at least till when youre sec 4. :) i want to see you strive to be a good leader a good sergeant. Jia you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7486182588218776293-3876728571014890783?l=faith-limziqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/3876728571014890783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/3876728571014890783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#3876728571014890783' title='From my dearest Junior to me..'/><author><name>Faith Lim Zi Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09997761892909918393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/SpQKLI7pleI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YdZaraL4AgM/S220/pondering.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486182588218776293.post-1176646774780622614</id><published>2011-09-04T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T01:19:09.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is everything</title><content type='html'>Our &lt;strong&gt;Success&lt;/strong&gt; depends on every second that we spent.&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;strong&gt;Consequences&lt;/strong&gt; depends on every dicision we make.&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;strong&gt;Words&lt;/strong&gt; depends on every action we do.&lt;br /&gt;These are only a slice of everything.&lt;br /&gt;But God will enhance our work.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we &lt;strong&gt;need God&lt;br /&gt;So Have Faith in God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7486182588218776293-1176646774780622614?l=faith-limziqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/1176646774780622614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/1176646774780622614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/2011_09_01_archive.html#1176646774780622614' title='Time is everything'/><author><name>Faith Lim Zi Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09997761892909918393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/SpQKLI7pleI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YdZaraL4AgM/S220/pondering.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486182588218776293.post-1962121530789351037</id><published>2011-03-26T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:57:09.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Miracle from God</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suspected Theft? Lost of wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The lesson today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Morning, during GB devotion, Officer Ms Pat was preaching and teaching about The Bible. The lesson was also known as, "Why the Bible?", "Believing in God" or "Going back to God". The lesson talked about what is a The Holy Bible and what is it about and why we read it. She said, It was from God, and God made use of prophets to write about Him, which include testimonies about what God did for them and about what impact God had made for them. Also, stories of God, in work through our daily happenings. We read the Bible everyday so that we can learn more about God. And listen to what love message HE has for us. Of course, we read the Bible to also to accquire wisdom from God to make decisions or to solve our problems in our daily lives. Also to make us understand what our purpose is on this EARTH. ^^ God also teach us how to Pray for ourselves and to our friends and family. &lt;strong&gt;Ms pat's teaching today, had really benefited me..&lt;/strong&gt; when she was praying for us, she actually prayed that "In JESUS's NAME, LET THE CURSE NOT BE TRUE" then also, I started to reflect on my life while praying.. Then, we also played quiz game about The Bible with 4 FMC friends which came tohelp in devotion. They were. Yi Wen, Terra, Jia Yi and Jacquline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;It then happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;After spending time with Heather, we went to buy dinner together. And I just couldn't stop talking actually also forgetting to take note about my wallet. So before TKD training, as we were early, we sat down near the area to eat (At the 2 lion statue near BLK 604, Yewtee). Then we sat off again for training. We sat down at a bench near the basket ball court and started talking. Then it was training. Soon, as i wanted to pay up my course fee, I found out that my wallet wasn't with me. I panicked. And began to search for it. I searched my bag and Heather's bag thoroughly, then with Yu wei Sir's permission, I skipped training to search for my wallet. I searched the bench near the court, I asked people, I went to search for it near the place where we eat. (The 2 lion statue). It wasn't there. I kept on praying and pleading. And asking people around. They said nothing. While I was searching at the 2 lions there, I met this guy, let's name him Mr "jogger". He said he didnt found it and adviced me to report to the Police ASAP. He then made sure where the Police post is and asked if I need $ to go home. But I rejected and thanked Him. He was indeed kind.Then, I went to the place where I last used my wallet and troubled the CHEERS ladies to search for it and gave them my hp no. They were also very kind. Then, I decided to report to the Police at Yewtee CC. I was afraid as it was my 1st time to report and also i was alone at that time. Sergeant Lee C.H was tending to me and was very serious and friendly. (He's soooo cute and handsome!!!) And after that, I went home saddened by my forgetfullness and carelessness. More like feeling i was useless. Then, when I reached my doorstep, SURPRISED, someone left me a msg about my wallet. And i called him. Let him be Mr "Goodman" He answered and talked to me patiently. He said that My wallet was with him and he found it at the staue area. And he actually took it and kept at his house for safekeeping. He also mentioned that he went to my house to look for me but no one answred the door. Then he started to advice me on what to do to prevent this from happening again. The I thanked him and requested for him to return it to the NPC as I already reported it. He said he will do so tomorrow morning and will tell me that he had given to the Police. Then I apologised and said good night to Him. He was really GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My reflection&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During when ms pat was praying, I was reflecting on my self. I noticed, even i had always been praising God or doing things for Him. But I still felt that, I still hadn't read the Bible everyday. I confessed not obeying Him and had really neglected Him. Confessed how selfish I was. I kept on complaining too. I also feel without 100% of Him in me, even I think that i'm what things that I had been doing is for Him, But in my heart I felt. "But i'm doing all this, more for myself. Not for God."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Special Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;In conclusion, I had learnt to be more careful and to remember to go back to God. I learnt again that, God will always be there. And that's why I am called, "Faith Lim". To remind myself to be faithful to God and to remember Him always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks and apologise to.&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;Ms Pat&lt;br /&gt;Yi Wen, Terra, Jia Yi and Jacquline.&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;br /&gt;Yu Wei sir and everyone else in TKD training today&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS&lt;br /&gt;Passerbys&lt;br /&gt;Yewtee CC NPC, Sergeant Lee C.H&lt;br /&gt;Mr Jogger&lt;br /&gt;Mr Goodman&lt;br /&gt;Tan Si Tong.&lt;br /&gt;Mum &amp;amp; Dad.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, you people for taking your time to read this long story.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE GO TO MY FACEBOOK TO "LIKE" my post or something to tell me that you had read it. ^^ FEEL FREE TO COMMENT IT. but not in my blog tagboard. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7486182588218776293-1962121530789351037?l=faith-limziqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/1962121530789351037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/1962121530789351037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#1962121530789351037' title='A little Miracle from God'/><author><name>Faith Lim Zi Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09997761892909918393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/SpQKLI7pleI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YdZaraL4AgM/S220/pondering.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486182588218776293.post-5832745970472587012</id><published>2011-02-11T00:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:03:37.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fighter's Spirit by Faith Lim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/TVQaF7TOJlI/AAAAAAAAAkY/vlPIv97amzk/s1600/Kang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572107328084125266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/TVQaF7TOJlI/AAAAAAAAAkY/vlPIv97amzk/s400/Kang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kang. The last taekwondo warrior in Korea. From, Mini Fighter Online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One musn't lose to his emotions.&lt;br /&gt;For he will lose to his opponent.&lt;br /&gt;As he had just shown his weakness.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, only the one who had controls of his own emotions,&lt;br /&gt;is the strongest and the wise.&lt;br /&gt;Which he will not fall but will learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are learning, have patience.&lt;br /&gt;When you are training, have discipline.&lt;br /&gt;When you are leading, have courage.&lt;br /&gt;When you are falling, have faith.&lt;br /&gt;When you are fighting, have preseverance.&lt;br /&gt;When you are followiing, have respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a fighter, don't just use your strength.&lt;br /&gt;Be wise and patient. Observe and learn from your opponent,&lt;br /&gt;his mistakes and his strengths too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taller the bamboo, the more it bends.&lt;br /&gt;Means, the higher the rank you are, the more respectful and humble you should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train hard! My dear faithful Taekwonite, Faith Lim Zi Qing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7486182588218776293-5832745970472587012?l=faith-limziqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/5832745970472587012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/5832745970472587012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html#5832745970472587012' title='The Fighter&apos;s Spirit by Faith Lim'/><author><name>Faith Lim Zi Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09997761892909918393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/SpQKLI7pleI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YdZaraL4AgM/S220/pondering.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/TVQaF7TOJlI/AAAAAAAAAkY/vlPIv97amzk/s72-c/Kang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486182588218776293.post-8544125080391672514</id><published>2011-01-15T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T00:34:17.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking the sweetest oreo</title><content type='html'>Last year, we had to fry Nuggets (N levels). This year, I must go through the process of baking Oreos. (o Level) We even have to compete with other bakers too.(students) i guess it will have to take alot of hardwork to go through this oreos baking process. Your Master chefs will guide you on the formulas. (Teachers) Then you need to memorise it. having to bake infront of judsges. (Invigilator) And Jesus, the one that will be baking for us and will taste it 1st. Ingredients, flour of mock papers, egg of homework, sugar of encouragement and water of rest. Finally, to know whether you will make it to the Poly of Oreo Academy or JC. it is time, to bake in front of the judges, chef masters on the spot. (O level examination) Then you will need to put the trays in and bake your oreos in the hot oven. (Waiting for Results) if you fail, you will produce at tray of Burnt, unpleasant cookie. Then you will waste your time and effort. if you pass,you will be producing sweet oreos and be produced in batches. and be admitted to the Poly of Oreo Academy. So right now, My friends, Pray that you will understand the formula and memorise it. THe secret recipe is to pray and revise the formula. Study hard and practice. Pray also, that you will not fall asleep or be lazy. All the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7486182588218776293-8544125080391672514?l=faith-limziqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/8544125080391672514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/8544125080391672514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#8544125080391672514' title='Baking the sweetest oreo'/><author><name>Faith Lim Zi Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09997761892909918393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/SpQKLI7pleI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YdZaraL4AgM/S220/pondering.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486182588218776293.post-6747945487742715847</id><published>2011-01-12T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:01:12.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>READ THIS and UNDERSTAND!</title><content type='html'>From now on, don't say i'm not talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. I'm always interupted when talking to someone.&lt;br /&gt;2nd. When i'm talking, NO one is listening!&lt;br /&gt;3rd. When i'm talking, stop changing topics!&lt;br /&gt;4th. When i'm talking, please reply.&lt;br /&gt;5th. Stop INTEROGETING ME! i'm not a criminal. Why are you all asking me questions like boyfriends and expect me and force me to answer "Oh. Yes i am dating. oh. i love him". or keep asking me questions and quesions and questions.&lt;br /&gt;6th. I am in sch! i'm not DATING! stop making comment on my appearance! I love that way. Even if i dont like it, i changed on my OWN way.&lt;br /&gt;7th. When I'm in a group, i 'm always left aside.&lt;br /&gt;8th. Stop bossing me around.&lt;br /&gt;9th. I hate people being so extra direct to me.&lt;br /&gt;10th. Why not teaching me or guide me instead of saying,"you look like a mad woman", "You should wear like that if not people don't like you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP TREATING ME LIKE A SERVANT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7486182588218776293-6747945487742715847?l=faith-limziqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/6747945487742715847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/6747945487742715847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#6747945487742715847' title='READ THIS and UNDERSTAND!'/><author><name>Faith Lim Zi Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09997761892909918393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/SpQKLI7pleI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YdZaraL4AgM/S220/pondering.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486182588218776293.post-508609950015466976</id><published>2010-12-21T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T23:34:36.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year?</title><content type='html'>My mind is too troubled.&lt;br /&gt;There are too many things inside.&lt;br /&gt;All my troubles will be doubled.&lt;br /&gt;If i cant get the storm inside my head to subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New goals shall be set.&lt;br /&gt;Goals that must be of His will.&lt;br /&gt;And the past, i shall forget.&lt;br /&gt;And to be stronger, i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had neglected you, my God.&lt;br /&gt;For I did not remember you...&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me oh Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Guide me. so that I will learn to obey you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will there be a new year?&lt;br /&gt;Or just another year to fear?&lt;br /&gt;I must not doubt, I say&lt;br /&gt;Let He guide me, day by day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7486182588218776293-508609950015466976?l=faith-limziqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/508609950015466976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/508609950015466976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#508609950015466976' title='A New Year?'/><author><name>Faith Lim Zi Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09997761892909918393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/SpQKLI7pleI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YdZaraL4AgM/S220/pondering.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486182588218776293.post-4588198857803823992</id><published>2010-12-06T00:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:43:54.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Outing</title><content type='html'>After yesterday's training, i woke up with a terrible backache. I might had strained it. :( went for drama rehersal for Silver Screen Christmas. So acting was hard because i cant jump up straight, from the sit for the mood. Was fun though. :) NGs NGs NGs. After that went to Singapore Zoo for family outing. Dad was very angry with the driver that took his parking lot. Took many pictures of the animals and uploaded to facebook. Animals were very cute but the smell of their poo poo was HORRIBLE. ^^ but at least when i was walking around i kept asking myself whether to take up zookeepers or birdkeepers role. :) Not to forget, we were entertained by 2 trees. smiling away. :D It was very hot there and i dranked the whole bottle of mineral water so fast that i don't even need the toilet. Because i was sweating away. With hot day, all the animals were mostly sleeping. Others were eating and munching away. The big cats were circling around for food and because they were bored... snakes looked beautiful but mum hated it... :\ Went back home and slept alot. Woke up still, with my backache. :( I pray it will not give me problems as i need to train and finish up the holiday work. I had just finished making my cat tail for christmas but i still need the ears and whiskers. Also, i'm in a need of money. For you guys reading, i'm telling you 1st, i don't really can afford the presents okay? no offence.. well, enjoy the pictures on facebook. Give comments too. :) Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i want for christmas is a bag of Cash. (song)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7486182588218776293-4588198857803823992?l=faith-limziqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/4588198857803823992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/4588198857803823992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#4588198857803823992' title='Family Outing'/><author><name>Faith Lim Zi Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09997761892909918393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/SpQKLI7pleI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YdZaraL4AgM/S220/pondering.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486182588218776293.post-8944171683107235965</id><published>2010-10-23T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T02:06:24.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revived the blog</title><content type='html'>Hello, thanks for all of your patience. :) This blog had been revived with alittle simple editing. Even though it looks the same. but the side bars had been updated. Links, will now be connected with Facebook if the user doesn't have a blog or his/her blog had been dead. Also, thank God, I had just been promoted to Yellow belt (8th Kup) in TKD. :') And, nowadays, will take a longer time to update new post here. Hope if y'all want, can always come back to take a look. :) Thanks. Good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: Alittle Nauseous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7486182588218776293-8944171683107235965?l=faith-limziqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/8944171683107235965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/8944171683107235965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#8944171683107235965' title='Revived the blog'/><author><name>Faith Lim Zi Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09997761892909918393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/SpQKLI7pleI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YdZaraL4AgM/S220/pondering.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486182588218776293.post-5034489732382176190</id><published>2010-05-25T21:21:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:34:46.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 may 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st class (15 may 2010)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first day i walked in. I felt nervous and excited. I came with 2 friends, K &amp;amp; W. We had a hard time understanding and learning. We learnt a few basic commands and learnt about some rules from our seniors. We started learning footworks and learnt front kick and turning kick. Really thank God that our black belt seniors and coach, yuwei sir that were very encouraging, patient and humble. And they were very friendly. Sir only scold when we misbehaves. we're really happy that they are concerned about our safety. They helped us to discover our mistakes and teach us how to improve. surprisingly, i even met Heather! my black belt senior. I really missed her. Thank God for a friend like her. We even watched how our seniors spar. It was so thrilling! u see how fast they were. how 'hiong' they were. launching kicks at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd class (22 may)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had lots of fun today. practised foot work. Our heels &amp;amp; soles were burning because we had to train bare footed on bball court. :( learnt a few steps of the intro poomsae. Both me and W trained our front kick and turning kick with each other. I almost fractured my last few toes on both sides of my feet after missing the target of our 'drumstick'. We are suppose to hit with the instep of the foot and not the toes. Turning kick was harder. Injuries were still part of the training though. After that, we practised our poomsae patern again. This time with our new white belt friend, Nisha. She was much younger than us and we practised together. Got scolded alittle but it was okay. Cause we couldn't stand properly and our positioning was bad. Then we had our 1st SPARRING! :D we used that 'drumstick' mit on both hands. No kicks were allowed. Sparred with W. round 1. We bowed. and she was chiong forward. I ran forward to whack her but she dodged my every move. so i only managed to whack her once. and she whacked me more than 10 times! round 2. I waited awhile. Then, i chiong forward. She siam. then, we whack at each other continuously! piah! piah! piah! I blocked &amp;amp; whacked. Ended up she still hit me more while i still only hit her once in both match. :( But it was fun! :D after training, we paid $20 for 2 month. suppose to be $30 for 3 months but because we stared at may. And paid $40 for dobok. and $25 for hand mit. Then we celebrated heather and others birthday. :) she and the others were whacked with flour and waterbomb. poor heather looked like snow white because of her white hair. :) Then we went to meet her parents at yewtee mrt. While walking, people were like staring at us... I felt nervous and tried not to look. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/TAKHvgAxesI/AAAAAAAAAjg/wykzAI8Ck8E/s1600/P220510_21.18+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 121px; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477089346952723138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/TAKHvgAxesI/AAAAAAAAAjg/wykzAI8Ck8E/s400/P220510_21.18+(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heather TL. :D with her poor black belt and hair. covered with flour. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; WIDTH: 320px"&gt;&lt;embed height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" src="http://w224.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's just a vid on my 2nd class. This vid is just an intro of my tkd club and also these are my memories that i wanted to share. No offence. This vid is also dedicated to my black belt senior, Heather. Thank God we both met again. She was my pri sch friend. Happy to be training with her. for tmr, 26 may, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY to YOU HEATHER! :D MY BEST TKD SENIOR and mei. :')&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd class (29 may)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after 2nd class.. I thank God that my nightly training benefited my flexibility. I managed to improve on my NAPFA test even though i still failed. yesterday, we practised our footwork. poor soles and heels. had blisters all over. W was sick so I had to pair up with Nisha. :) her parents were here. So while we were 'footworking', they laughed at us.. :p then, i kept stepping on darn rocks on the floor.. :( we had to step on each others toes to practise our footwork. :D haha... then, we practised our poomsae. I forgot we will be having mock grading. So I was so worried. Then I prayed that my nightly training will help me.. so we waatched our colour belts do e poomsae and our poom and black belts training their kicks. me and Nisha were spotting their mistakes and reminded each other to be careful. Nisha went first. while her parents were watching her, she did every moves with proper positions. had a few mistakes, but overall it was fine. Lastly... It was my turn.. I prayed. took a breath and went forward. Then i tried not to look at anyone, so i stared at a tree to focus. I only had 1 mistake. overall i did good too.. :) Soon, its results. :I we panicked and prayed. yuwei Sir mentioned those who passed. thank God! my name was mentioned 1st! then Nisha's name came out. :D we were glad. Then, we were told about when our grading test is out. 4 July. :) If we can do well we can only get a yellow tip. But we we did extremely well, we can go straight to yellow belt. Nisha's parents were happy. both of us cheered! :D We told each other that we will try our best. Hope that God will help us pass our 1st grading test.. after that, yuwei sir told me to teach W by sat. After training, Heather's parents drove me home. :) Glad to past my 1st mock grading. I will try to practise every night.. Heeyah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7486182588218776293-5034489732382176190?l=faith-limziqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/5034489732382176190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/5034489732382176190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#5034489732382176190' title='15 may 2010'/><author><name>Faith Lim Zi Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09997761892909918393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/SpQKLI7pleI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YdZaraL4AgM/S220/pondering.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/TAKHvgAxesI/AAAAAAAAAjg/wykzAI8Ck8E/s72-c/P220510_21.18+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486182588218776293.post-793106049827763848</id><published>2010-05-09T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:14:42.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new decision.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Taekwondo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/S-a0yCsXdKI/AAAAAAAAAio/UeLdhH3uf-A/s1600/Bg+TKD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469257569297462434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/S-a0yCsXdKI/AAAAAAAAAio/UeLdhH3uf-A/s400/Bg+TKD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dream that i had almost a decade.. I wanted because I chose it. I will not want anything to hold me back from joining it or to fufil my fream. I had made a decision that if anything happens to me.. it is not my parents or anyones fault. I chose it because I want to defend myself and others. I want to try something new. I want to proof others that I will only give up on it, if I decided it myself and not them. I had researched alot on tkd. And therefore I will takecare of myself. You can only respect and support me. But never will you stop me from fufiling my 'nearly impossible' dreams. I thank God for not stopping me and yet support me. I thank God my parents, tkd seniors, coach and my cell group for not stopping me. If you ask me, what is my spiritual tkd side is, i will say Christianity. If you ask me what in tkd what i am meditating on, i will tell you I am praying. Finally thank you all once again. I will try to takecare of myself and not let any injuries or sickness from stopping my dream. For studies, i had decided that my tkd will be on sat nights. Not weekdays. 15 may is my 1st lesson. Glad to have 2 friends joining with me. they too had this dream in e past like me... maybe.. we are going to be both friends and opponents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7486182588218776293-793106049827763848?l=faith-limziqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/793106049827763848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/793106049827763848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#793106049827763848' title='A new decision.'/><author><name>Faith Lim Zi Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09997761892909918393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/SpQKLI7pleI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YdZaraL4AgM/S220/pondering.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/S-a0yCsXdKI/AAAAAAAAAio/UeLdhH3uf-A/s72-c/Bg+TKD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486182588218776293.post-2520631170084276752</id><published>2010-02-04T16:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:33:20.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't speak. I play the piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/S2qCwxqhBMI/AAAAAAAAAho/OYOZGpAHYCk/s1600-h/piano-blog-hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434299674852918466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/S2qCwxqhBMI/AAAAAAAAAho/OYOZGpAHYCk/s400/piano-blog-hand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My words are meaningless... aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;My actions are nothing.. aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;My heart is dying.. isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;My spirit is fading.. isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;My hope is ruined.. isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;My faith is still strong.. shouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;My mind is messed.. shouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will only speak when you ask.&lt;br /&gt;I will only play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;I will only put my heart on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;I will only restore my spirit with God.&lt;br /&gt;I will only have hope if you understand me.&lt;br /&gt;I will only have a stronger faith when i believes in Him.&lt;br /&gt;I will only think of him and my piano notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a pianist in the shadows. The shady figure that plays the piano. I could only be seen by those who knows me. If not, i am all alone. Hiding behind the piano. Waiting for a friend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7486182588218776293-2520631170084276752?l=faith-limziqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/2520631170084276752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/2520631170084276752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#2520631170084276752' title='I don&apos;t speak. I play the piano'/><author><name>Faith Lim Zi Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09997761892909918393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/SpQKLI7pleI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YdZaraL4AgM/S220/pondering.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/S2qCwxqhBMI/AAAAAAAAAho/OYOZGpAHYCk/s72-c/piano-blog-hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486182588218776293.post-2535496241778877495</id><published>2009-12-25T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:37:25.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Yesterday nite, I went out with someone special. My friend, an Officer, a Sister in Christ. Ms Pat. :) We went to a kind of play or a service. Its prt of a church stuff. Tht event is called "Stomp". Aft my dnr, I went off to take a bus to lot 1 taxi stand to wait for ms pat. I look out for a red car and finally, she arrived. I popped in and we went to fetch her fren. And, of we go. A long ride in ms pat's car. We talked, sang Christmas Carols. We all loved Jingle bells in rock/jazz versions. I sat at e front row with her, watching her drive in her red outfit. :) I felt alittle shy to be sitting with someone, who had a higher rank/ title. :) At last, we reached Expo Pavillion. Whole lot of crowds, queing up for events. At tht time, it started to be vry cold. there were about 2 Qs. One for City Harvest Church event, whereas e other, its for us, e FCBC event, "Stomp". We were late, so we had to use e other hall. :( Tht means no full view. But 2 small screens. So went we moved in. e sound of booming drums and worship filled e air. Cheering crowds and hand drums also filled in e air. Thank God we had sits so we don't hv to sit on e cold floors. Then, ms fion and her friend came. We played games tht looks wii/ guitar hero types. but this time is e whole crowd played along, with their hand drums. thn aft e speech and worship, we went took a walk at megatax at on of e halls. thn, we went back. on our way back to ms pat's car, i asked her if i can called her "pat" as we're nt in sch. so, she said yes. as we are friends rather than jus an Officer with a girl. she's a friend, an adult who i can trust and share my thoughts with. I promised to give her my own piano records as she had asked me. Aft she sent her friends home, she drove me back home. :) Thn she mde sure i went up, before she drove off. :) Thn, when i reached home, i had a final gd nite from her and I prayed before i slept. :) Before i Go. Have a merry and blessed Christmas. And a Blessed New Year. God Bless and loves you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7486182588218776293-2535496241778877495?l=faith-limziqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/2535496241778877495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/2535496241778877495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#2535496241778877495' title='A Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Faith Lim Zi Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09997761892909918393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/SpQKLI7pleI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YdZaraL4AgM/S220/pondering.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486182588218776293.post-8460904812856896665</id><published>2009-10-03T00:32:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T03:33:16.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very 1st poem. †</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Life Poem&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by: &lt;u&gt;Fai†h Lim&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yet another new day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To learn to work and play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As God and I walked along,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we sang a brand new song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I began to pray,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I closed my eyes and say,&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you O Lord, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are an Amazing God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul had been set free,&lt;br /&gt;All because You loved me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For You gave your Only Son.&lt;br /&gt;The precious Holy One. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When ever I cired, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You were always by my side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just like the shephered with His sheep, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You stroked me till I sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like a Father, you gave me the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I'm tired, you gave me rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Therefore, I gave myself to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For your amazing love is so true." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7486182588218776293-8460904812856896665?l=faith-limziqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/8460904812856896665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/8460904812856896665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8460904812856896665' title='My very 1st poem. †'/><author><name>Faith Lim Zi Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09997761892909918393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/SpQKLI7pleI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YdZaraL4AgM/S220/pondering.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7486182588218776293.post-2742218033541957092</id><published>2009-08-01T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:47:12.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Life Story (short)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once a child who was a buddhist. Then,I began to study at Hillgrove Secondary School. From that day on, my life had changed. On 6 Jan 2007, I went to e CCA fair. Walking around to look at different types of CCA that I would want to take part in. Then, I went to see 'Uniformed Group'. NCC, NPCC, SJAB, GB and BB. went browsing e items they displayed. Knowing there are many seniors calling us to their CCA, I told myself that once I chose one of them, It will be 'forever'. So, I went around a few more times. Suddenly, I had this urge to look at e GB side. Then, e pictures caught my attention. Many wired feelings pulled me in. Even e seniors, teachers and officers encouraged me to join. Then, there's this senior who approached me with a smile, then, I somehow began to ask her many questions abt e CCA. She was vry patient. Then, I registered. And I asked for her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jus a few days before e 1st parade, we were in contact. Then soon, I asked Julia to be my God-Sister. She agreed. When we were abt to hang up, I became hungry. Then, she was very kind. She told me to eat. And she made sure I ate. :) Then, as I stayed in GB for a few mths, e singspiration &amp;amp; devotion in GB, made me ponder about, 'Who is God?' So, I became to ask Julia more about God. Till on a certain mth, my mum asked me if I would like to go my brother's church for a christmas service. So i went and it taught me about e meaning of X'mas. Soon I realised I wanted to know even more. Before I had decided to accept Christ, I went to FMC as a TTB member. Soon, my mum's fren brought me and my mum to her church. Soon, mum accepted Christ, and so did I. From that day on, I changed alittle. Day by day i asked God about life and I went to YCG (cell grp) every week to find tt answer. Then on 20 Jan, I baptised in my church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yrs passed, then I realised that when I was a buddhist, I do nt noe wat is prayer. And everything was a disaster in my primary school. I turned from a 'once cheerful girl' to a 'vry emo girl'. Going thru countless troubles and many questions about life. None was answered then. Until now, I'm still a vry 'rebellious Kid'. But still I am trying to change. Until July 28, 2009, after that 'near death' experience and many visions from God, and flashbacks of things He had done for me, I finally understood, what life was about. God did all this for a purpose. And He was with me all e time. And after tt 'near death' experience, I understand that Life is precious. Every little things we did, we do it for God and we mus praise Him even if its not a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God actually sent me to GB is bcos He knew that I would be impacted by e seniors about Christ. And that I'll be soft-hearted enough to accept Christ. And after how ms pat and julia had helped me in yrs, as well as many others like Kwee cheng, my Jiejies, my Leader, my Juniors &amp;amp; seniors.  I began to thank God for these ppl, He sent to comfort me and to guide me thru, along with His Holy Spirit He gave me. So, I made a promise to Ms Pat that I'll apply for alumni to come back to support GB for God and for her. Though I know is gonna be harder to do, I believe e time will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is jus a short story and I cnt reali reveal more here. You can call me or msn me to noe more abt me. &lt;strong&gt;Remember, e 'moral' of this story is, God made us for a purpose and He promised never to forsake us or leave us bcos He loved us! For God sent His only Son that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but will have eternal Life! Believe it! I would had died if God didnt save me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7486182588218776293-2742218033541957092?l=faith-limziqing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/2742218033541957092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7486182588218776293/posts/default/2742218033541957092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faith-limziqing.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2742218033541957092' title='My Life Story'/><author><name>Faith Lim Zi Qing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09997761892909918393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t00CfSthazY/SpQKLI7pleI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YdZaraL4AgM/S220/pondering.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
