<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847</id><updated>2009-10-13T11:38:25.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mugz n buzz</title><subtitle type='html'>Grab a mug, come and buzz. Here we are, your campus companions!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-5074203797604368096</id><published>2009-06-30T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:31:55.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swansong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/Skm_XbCb7FI/AAAAAAAAAR4/yEY9uaaCAXk/s1600-h/swans-free1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/Skm_XbCb7FI/AAAAAAAAAR4/yEY9uaaCAXk/s320/swans-free1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353020041222417490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"By extension, swan song has become an idiom referring to a final theatrical or dramatic appearance, or any final work or accomplishment. It generally carries the connotation that the performer is aware that this is the last performance of his or her lifetime, and is expending everything in one magnificent final effort." (Source: Wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Joshua/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Joshua/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A Swansong is one's final work or accomplishment. The last one. The final one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our swansong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 years plus now since we started this blog. Many thoughts and ideas, many concerns and issues, many hopes and dreams have all been penned (a.k.a typed) here. We started this of as a place to express these things and hoping that it would be a place where we would be challenged, and a place to respond with our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope this has been the place for you.&lt;br /&gt;We hope you have been challenged.&lt;br /&gt;We hope that all that has been penned down here will be something that you can return to and  think about over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Our hope here also is that some of the things that you have thought about or thinking about from the posts here won't remain stagnant, but be worked out in your life and the life of those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, its time to move. Time to move from our comfort zones. It's time to live.&lt;br /&gt;And may God's Word always be our guide in whatever that we do. His Light unto our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugz-N-Buzz will stop here for now till there may come a time to revive it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherring each and everyone one of you readers on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-5074203797604368096?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5074203797604368096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=5074203797604368096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/5074203797604368096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/5074203797604368096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2009/06/swansong.html' title='Swansong'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/Skm_XbCb7FI/AAAAAAAAAR4/yEY9uaaCAXk/s72-c/swans-free1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-8557326083705043525</id><published>2009-04-01T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:07:28.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Price Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SdK-QxQ3qLI/AAAAAAAAARw/jcTl2EaXuyY/s1600-h/price-top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319523305189255346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SdK-QxQ3qLI/AAAAAAAAARw/jcTl2EaXuyY/s200/price-top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, I heard a true story of a new Christian who was previously involved with vice activities. He left his old way of life to be a disciple of Christ. He not only gave up his large monthly income, but also began to practice abstaining from alcohol. Whenever he hangs out with his friends, they make fun of him for these two things. He simply says “Now I am a Christian, and Jesus says cannot get drunk.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you counted the cost of being a disciple recently? We’ve had the Easter crucifixion replayed so many times in our minds that, as shocking as it is (the scary medical details; the violent scenes from the Passion movie; one of our church uncles drawing a beard, taking off his shirt and acting as a very Asian looking Jesus), we lose sight of Jesus himself and don’t ask Him or ourselves, “What will it cost?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strip away all the old layers of details and scenes, and return to that first Easter. Stand at the foot of the cross. What is the price Christ paid? Like the story I was told, can we hear Jesus asking us to pay a price? What is it that ‘Jesus says…’ to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ came to me the night he was betrayed,&lt;br /&gt;Took my hands in His, asked “Will you obey?&lt;br /&gt;Will you pay the price, when I have paid mine?&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and thin, through test of time”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;What are your thoughts on that first Easter? What will it cost you to be a Jesus disciple in your own community?&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/32810847-8557326083705043525?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8557326083705043525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=8557326083705043525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/8557326083705043525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/8557326083705043525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2009/04/price-tag.html' title='Price Tag'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SdK-QxQ3qLI/AAAAAAAAARw/jcTl2EaXuyY/s72-c/price-top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-1185310212446269011</id><published>2009-03-17T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:26:14.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeping Things Under The Carpet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/Sb8mPruRfRI/AAAAAAAAARg/h4fQDEo86qc/s1600-h/DSC_1410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314008136197176594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/Sb8mPruRfRI/AAAAAAAAARg/h4fQDEo86qc/s320/DSC_1410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was hungry,&lt;br /&gt;and you formed a humanities group to discuss my hunger.&lt;br /&gt;I was imprisoned,&lt;br /&gt;and you crept off quietly to your chapel and prayed for my release.&lt;br /&gt;I was naked,&lt;br /&gt;and in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance.&lt;br /&gt;I was sick,&lt;br /&gt;and you knelt and thanked God for your health.&lt;br /&gt;I was homeless,&lt;br /&gt;and you preached to me of the spiritual shelter of the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;I was lonely,&lt;br /&gt;and you left me alone to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;You seem so holy, so close to God&lt;br /&gt;but I am still very hungry – and lonely – and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this in John Stott’s ‘Issues Facing Christians Today’. This poem was written by a homeless woman to a country vicar whose response to her appeal for help was a promise to pray for her. I felt it was borderline hypocrisy, this vicar. Then I thought, “I’m just like him!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a major concern among us Christians today that many of us do not bother about our social responsibilities. Sure we’re very much involved in evangelism. We see eternity as far more important than our physical world right now. Good. But if that means neglecting our social responsibilities as Christians then I think we’ve gone off-balanced! Maybe, evangelism and social responsibility goes hand in hand. Maybe, our idea of missions (and missionary identity) ought to be stretched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When confronted with the thought of social engagement, it would seem that what many of us do best now is to hide behind a façade of Christian ‘holiness’, hoping we wouldn’t have to get our hands dirty. Hoping a prayer or something will help solve the problem. And if the problem persists, we convince ourselves we have done everything we could. It’s like sweeping things under the carpet so it looks as if we’ve dealt with it, when really we’re just fooling ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, do you think you’ll get anywhere in this if you learn all the right words but never do anything? Does merely talking about faith indicate that a person really has it? For instance, you come upon an old friend dressed in rags and half-starved and say, “Good morning, friend! Be clothed in Christ! Be filled with the Holy Spirit!” and walk off without providing so much as a coat or a cup of soup – where does that get you? Isn’t it obvious that God-talk without God-acts is outrageous nonsense?&lt;br /&gt;James 2:14-17 (The Message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Come and share, how did we become, as someone put it, so ‘heavenly minded to be of no earthly use’? How have we swept the social problems around us under the spick and span carpet of, apparently, our Christianity? And if you are currently engaged in social issues, come and share with us that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-1185310212446269011?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1185310212446269011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=1185310212446269011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/1185310212446269011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/1185310212446269011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweeping-things-under-carpet.html' title='Sweeping Things Under The Carpet'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/Sb8mPruRfRI/AAAAAAAAARg/h4fQDEo86qc/s72-c/DSC_1410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-4858944376485844660</id><published>2009-03-13T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:45:25.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review-KAMI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SblKHk_s8UI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AbK3M4x4Iic/s1600-h/kami.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312358729510613314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SblKHk_s8UI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AbK3M4x4Iic/s200/kami.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I watched the movie Kami last year. It was an intentional decision to watch a local movie. It was a good movie. Simple, straight to the point. ‘Kami’ is a movie of 5 Malay friends who live through the struggles of being teenagers in KL There are scenes of drug addiction, broken families, delinquencies, rejection and so on. But what kept me focused is actually in their friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought that the movie focuses on the Malay community in KL but as I pondered later it was actually a typical problem for all peoples living in the big cities. Though our friend would not portray all these problems in one go but there are problems. And it is across the board – every race, religion, family background and economic standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And what keeps me wondering is what actually ‘Good News’ is for us? Have we made evangelism into a fit all formula? You have friends with problems. How is Jesus Good News for them? Do share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-4858944376485844660?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4858944376485844660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=4858944376485844660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/4858944376485844660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/4858944376485844660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2009/03/movie-review-kami.html' title='Movie Review-KAMI'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SblKHk_s8UI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AbK3M4x4Iic/s72-c/kami.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-1136779990455966899</id><published>2009-02-17T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:36:06.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Majority Neighbours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SZmVrmbwjBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iNPteEh0DhU/s1600-h/hand-shake-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303434612489358354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SZmVrmbwjBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iNPteEh0DhU/s200/hand-shake-love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being Malaysians and having lived in Malaysia for so many years now, it’s not surprising that every where we go, we are bound to see our Majority Neighbours around. In our campus, in our hostel blocks, in the apartment we stay in, in the housing area we are in, at the places we eat, at the post office and banks, everywhere! It’s no way we can escape it. But sometimes we do tend to turn our heads away from them; sometimes we automatically shut our eyes and ears towards them. Sometimes we also tend to make statements like “Aiya, they are like that wan la. Cannot help already”. Why? Perhaps it is the many prejudices we have towards them. Perhaps it is because someone with lower grades preceded us in a better university. Perhaps it is because of the political situations our country is in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop. Listen to ourselves. Many times I myself have been caught red-handed generalizing our Majority Neighbours. But, really, aren’t we a lot like them too? We are as human as they are human too. We have needs just as they have needs too. We are broken just as they are broken too. We struggle with our studies just as they struggle too. We have fun and are crazy just as much as they have fun and are crazy. So then what makes us think that we are more of a human than they are or perhaps some may say, we are treated less of a human than they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few Majority Neighbour good friends myself and I can very well say that they are just as human as I am. They are not like some robots that have been sucked into some kind of system. Some of them are in fact very nice people! They struggle just as much as I do. They work their way to succeed just as much as I do. They strive for spirituality and God just as much as I do. They cry and have fun just as much as I do. So yea, I’m just as much like them as they are like me. Sometimes we may think that they are the most privileged people in Malaysia. But in actual fact, many are not happy with the “privileges” given to them. They don’t have a freedom of religion. They don’t have as much of an opportunity in the secular world as we do because of the prejudices they face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Perhaps it’s time we get thrown off of our seats to get to know our Majority Neighbours who sits next to us in class, or those who stay in the same block as us. Maybe even start by giving someone of the Majority Neighbour, who works in the post office, immigration office, post office, a smile to cheer their day up! Come back then and share your experiences with us. Perhaps you have already been a friend to our Majority Neighbours. Come and share with us your experiences too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-1136779990455966899?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1136779990455966899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=1136779990455966899&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/1136779990455966899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/1136779990455966899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-malaysians-and-having-lived-in.html' title='Our Majority Neighbours'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SZmVrmbwjBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/iNPteEh0DhU/s72-c/hand-shake-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-7911109963673454709</id><published>2009-02-02T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:46:38.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outpost - Time Running Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SYaWjcjUzCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/XYW4N6KEfZQ/s1600-h/countdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298087547351911458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SYaWjcjUzCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/XYW4N6KEfZQ/s200/countdown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I had done much more in my university days.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could spend more time doing something good or helpful for the community in my campus.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew more close friends of different races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many wishes we hope to fulfill but time is ticking. Let’s not waste anymore time. By the time u know it, you are already graduating and moving to the next phase of your life. It doesn’t matter now whether you are still a student or already working. Each of us are stationed somewhere to guard, to protect, to do something good and to complete our mission.&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, and fulfill your mission well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Share with us good things you did for your campus or workplace and what you hope to do or achieve.&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/32810847-7911109963673454709?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7911109963673454709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=7911109963673454709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/7911109963673454709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/7911109963673454709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-i-had-done-much-more-in-my.html' title='Outpost - Time Running Out'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SYaWjcjUzCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/XYW4N6KEfZQ/s72-c/countdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-4128315669766952642</id><published>2009-01-18T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:07:13.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jekyll and Hyde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SXIB8fWLuzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/av2RF1zr2Yg/s1600-h/180px-Jekyll-mansfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292294650832075570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SXIB8fWLuzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/av2RF1zr2Yg/s200/180px-Jekyll-mansfield.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde[1] is a &lt;a title="Novella" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Novella"&gt;novella&lt;/a&gt; written by the &lt;a title="Scotland" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scotland"&gt;Scottish&lt;/a&gt; author &lt;a title="Robert Louis Stevenson" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Louis_Stevenson"&gt;Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;/a&gt; and first published in 1886. It is about a &lt;a title="London" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/London"&gt;London&lt;/a&gt; lawyer who investigates strange occurrences between his old friend, Dr. Henry Jekyll&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strange_Case_of_Dr_Jekyll_and_Mr_Hyde#cite_note-1#cite_note-1"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a title="Misanthropy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Misanthropy"&gt;misanthropic&lt;/a&gt; Mr. Edward Hyde.&lt;br /&gt;The work is known for its vivid portrayal of a &lt;a title="Split personality" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Split_personality"&gt;split personality&lt;/a&gt;, split in the sense that within the same person there is both an apparently good and an evil personality each being quite distinct from each other. The novella's impact is such that it has become a part of the language with the very phrase "Jekyll and Hyde" coming to mean a person who is vastly different in moral character from one situation to the next.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly this duality is often found in churches, CFs and any where the Christian body is located. Clearly this is not something unusual for Paul has vividly described of his own struggles in the book of Romans in the Bible. But Paul did not end with a voice of defeat. Rather if you continue to read, he offers hope to live a real authentic Christian life which is anchored in Christ and not in our own abilities or good intentions.&lt;br /&gt;We need to break out of this weekend Christian mould and fully embrace the liberty as God’s children. Not that I’m advocating immorality or freedom to do whatever we feel like doing. Far from that! What we as the Living Body of our Lord Jesus Christ should strive for is to stop any kind of pretension and desire to live holy, authentic Christ like lives. By doing this others will see that true transformation is possible.&lt;br /&gt;Please do not feel discourage if you fail for our Lord is ever gracious to forgive if we truly repent. The temptation will always be to retreat back to our comfortable weekend Christian mould. We must resist that! Remember it is Christ that has brought you out of sin and given you the Holy Spirit to live out your new life. You’re not fighting this battle alone. Further more we as Christians should always offer grace instead of condemnation to our brothers and sisters in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The struggle to live an authentic Christ like life is not easy. There are times of victories and also times of failure we rather hide or even forget. These are real stories of God’s work in our lives. Please share these stories with us so that others will be encouraged and inspired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-4128315669766952642?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4128315669766952642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=4128315669766952642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/4128315669766952642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/4128315669766952642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2009/01/jekyll-and-hyde.html' title='Jekyll and Hyde'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SXIB8fWLuzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/av2RF1zr2Yg/s72-c/180px-Jekyll-mansfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-915097063198990385</id><published>2009-01-02T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:07:02.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice to Notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SV2S1d9BVzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XY3n91sXvxA/s1600-h/queing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286542984874121010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SV2S1d9BVzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XY3n91sXvxA/s200/queing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“Our culture has influenced us to see, hear, and notice certain things and ignore others. We tend to notice temporal things like new cars, consumer products that will improve our lives… – isn’t it amazing how we can notice discount? We notice people’s faults and sometimes enjoy poking fun at those faults… We notice successful people yet fail to notice that behind the veneer of confidence and certitude are often brokenness and dysfunction. As people who desire to live more intently in tune with God, the challenge is to retrain our eyes, our hearts and our ears to see life differently from what the world puts on our platter. When we begin to see life differently and more deeply, I believe we will find ourselves challenged to live more faithfully, passionately, and intentionally…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The above are excerpts from a book titled Spotting the Sacred by Bruce Main.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in the city, one cannot escape the reality of being stuck in queues. I found myself at the post office waiting to be served. So I decided to read the book mentioned above. As I was reading the part about children, the lady beside me started to complain about the rowdy kids that a couple brought, to her companion. She scoffed at how the parents brought the whole family and was having an outing there. The children were loud, noisy and basically there were just being… themselves. Irritation began to build within me when all her comments were just disapproving the children and the parents. I finally decided to put away my book and look at the children. Sure they were loud; sure the kid cried but soon he was himself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I realized they were spontaneous, speaking their minds, contented, and curious even with what seems to be an outing to the post office. They were alive compared to the lady beside me that could not see beyond the irritating, energy sapping children. I must have waited almost 30 minutes when my turn came. I was told my documentation was incomplete hence I could not proceed. I found myself holding my tongue. Instead of fuming at my mistake or blaming the personnel for time wasted, I became aware of how less alive I’ve become as compared to the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A mundane trip to the post office became a lesson about life and God calling me back to live- that was spirituality for me. A call to notice, that even in the ordinary, God is at work and continues to call us, if only we will retrain senses to notice such lessons wrapped in ordinariness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you any stories or people to hold up that could help us to retrain our senses? Let’s help each other to notice the sacredness in the ordinary… that’s spirituality!&lt;br /&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/32810847-915097063198990385?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/915097063198990385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=915097063198990385&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/915097063198990385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/915097063198990385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2009/01/practice-to-notice.html' title='Practice to Notice'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SV2S1d9BVzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XY3n91sXvxA/s72-c/queing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-5211702960844040405</id><published>2008-12-16T17:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:41:12.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Celebrate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SUd3AAdvQgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HjX5yNjUhaI/s1600-h/a-champagne-cheers-mcu0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SUd3AAdvQgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HjX5yNjUhaI/s320/a-champagne-cheers-mcu0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280319930123633154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 16th of December 2008. That's exactly 15 days to New Year's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do as you close this year? One thing we can do is to think of a person or persons whom we'd like to thank, and actually do take the time to thank them. We may want to thank them for their friendship, or because they did something nice for us this year, or to celebrate them even though there was a squabble between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of celebrating, I'm reminded of a book I read called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Can You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drink This Cup?'&lt;/span&gt; by Henri Nouwen. In it, one of the things he talks about,  among others, is the importance of holding our own cup - the act of looking in and reflecting on our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"Just living life is not enough. We must know what we are living. A life that is not reflected upon isn't worth living."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes on to say that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"the cup of life is the cup of joys as much as it is the cup of sorrow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I will remember the most from this book is found in the following paragraph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"We say to each other:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;in Latin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;'Prosit'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; (be well); &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;in German, '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Zum Wohl'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; (to your well-being); &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;in Dutch, '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Op je gezpndheid'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; (to your health);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;in English, '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cheers'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;in French, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;'A votre  sante'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; (to your health);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;in Italian, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;'Alla tua salute'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; (to your health);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;in Polish, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;'Sto lat'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; (a hundred years);&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;in Ukrainian, '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Na zdorvia'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; (to your health);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;in Hebrew, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;'L' chaim' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(to life).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The best summary of all these wishes is, 'to life'. We lift the cup (of life) to life, to affirm our life together and celebrate it as a gift from God. When each of us can hold firm our own cup, with its many sorrows and joys, claiming it as our unique life, then too, can we lift it up for others to see and encourage them to lift up their lives as well. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henri Nouwen encourages us not only to reflect on our lives, but also to celebrate it. And so, as year 2008 comes to an end, are you willing to hold your cup and lift it up, saying "to life"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-5211702960844040405?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5211702960844040405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=5211702960844040405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/5211702960844040405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/5211702960844040405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-celebrate.html' title='Let&apos;s Celebrate!'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SUd3AAdvQgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HjX5yNjUhaI/s72-c/a-champagne-cheers-mcu0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-5777379263369569999</id><published>2008-12-05T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:01:59.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...waiting... waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/STjRuubT-cI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dG3O1hA_I6U/s1600-h/03-01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/STjRuubT-cI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dG3O1hA_I6U/s320/03-01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276197564131310018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you find yourself caught in a state of curiosity where you find yourself wondering what would happened or when things would happen? Sometimes our hope to take control over things causes curiosity to kill us.  We seem to find it difficult to wait and see what would happen. Of course things would be much better if we have an assurance from someone to tell us that things would be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So who is the person whom you can confide in?  Who can you ask for assurance from? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you in a place of waiting - unanswered questions you have, dreams you are clinging to, situations you are in, etc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the year is coming to an end and next year seems uncertain, let us remember to wait upon Him and His Word for assurance. Let us end this year and start the New Year together with Him and wait in anticipation for what God has in store for us in year 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King David said in Psa 62:5 "Let all that I am wait quietly before God, for my hope is in him."&lt;/span&gt;&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/32810847-5777379263369569999?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5777379263369569999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=5777379263369569999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/5777379263369569999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/5777379263369569999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2008/12/waitingwaiting-waiting.html' title='Waiting...waiting... waiting...'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/STjRuubT-cI/AAAAAAAAAL8/dG3O1hA_I6U/s72-c/03-01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-1270187329293991514</id><published>2008-11-24T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:12:31.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie review: 10 Promises to My Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SSphesEEPCI/AAAAAAAAALs/dZmoD7X36bo/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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A dog will walk alongside us on our roller-coaster journey of life. “10 Promises to My Dog” is a movie about the friendship of a 14 year old girl, Akari and her dog, Socks. Socks was first found at the backyard of Akari’s home. Akari’s mother approves of it on the condition that Akari keeps “The 10 Promises” – the 10 commandments of owning a dog. Hence begins the 10 years friendship filled with joy as well as setbacks which put Akari’s commitment to fulfill “The 10 Promises” to the test. “10 Promises to My Dog” is not merely just a movie about the friendship of Akari and Socks. It is a journey of two new and excited best friends, and how their lives intertwine in such a beautiful and mysterious way. But as time goes by and as Akari grows up, she was very much distracted by life, career and love, hence having Socks neglected. It shows us how often we are excited about something new and fresh but later on taking it for granted, realizing what is truly important when it’s usually too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This movie reminded me of the many forgotten first loves I had. It’s so natural to be excited over something new and fresh and yet so easy to forget about it when life happens, hardship hits and when love distracts. This immediately reminded me about the times when I had many exciting encounters with God when I was young. I remember the excitement I have when He answered my prayers. I remember the excitement I have when I was just spending time with Him. I remembered the excited young me, with nothing to worry about and would just make promises to my God. But along the way as I grew up, I start forgetting. I start forgetting the kind of excitement and first love I had for my God. I began to be more busy, more distracted and then leave my God aside. I didn’t disown Him, but I just did not really include Him. I slowly forget about my promises to Him. Of course, God being Himself and always being with us wouldn’t let go of us so easily. Time and time again He would always remind me of Himself, His unfailing love and His faithfulness and I come back to Him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Were there times in your life where you have been excited about your Christian faith and your first love to Jesus but later on forgot about it? Were there promises to God that you have made but have forgotten about it? Come, tell us your story and how you overcame it or still overcoming it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Wingdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-1270187329293991514?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1270187329293991514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=1270187329293991514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/1270187329293991514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/1270187329293991514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2008/11/movie-review-10-promises-to-my-dog.html' title='Movie review: 10 Promises to My Dog'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SSphesEEPCI/AAAAAAAAALs/dZmoD7X36bo/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-7552000201048388145</id><published>2008-11-07T14:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:17:17.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take someone home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SRq7H1okGHI/AAAAAAAAALk/FeQUWmYFqaQ/s1600-h/KUL_Cameron_Highlands_tea_plantation_panorama_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SRq7H1okGHI/AAAAAAAAALk/FeQUWmYFqaQ/s320/KUL_Cameron_Highlands_tea_plantation_panorama_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267728457493911666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The year end holiday season is just around the corner. :) Any plans for spending time with your family? Or planning for a short vacation for yourself? Going anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Why not do it the other way round? Instead of going on a vacation, why not invite your friends to your home? Or invite them to spend Christmas with you? &lt;/span&gt;You can host them for a couple of days - show them around your hometown, go sight-seeing, chomp on local delicacies, bring them to your church, and so many other things you can do. At the same time, you can share your family with them, as well as your lifestyle and culture. You may even learn a thing or two about them and their culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Some of our friends may not be able to go home for the year end and Christmas holidays, especially those from East Malaysia or other countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is a good opportunity for them to visit other places in Malaysia they have never been to. (Note: All of our hometowns do have something to offer. We just need to open our eyes and ears.) You can also invite those from other states within Peninsula Malaysia. It will be an eye-opener for many. And for us, hosting our friends is a good way of learning how to show hospitality to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Are you up for inviting/hosting a friend to your HOME SWEET HOME?&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/32810847-7552000201048388145?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/7552000201048388145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=7552000201048388145&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/7552000201048388145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/7552000201048388145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-someone-home.html' title='Take someone home'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SRq7H1okGHI/AAAAAAAAALk/FeQUWmYFqaQ/s72-c/KUL_Cameron_Highlands_tea_plantation_panorama_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-8470302889010411994</id><published>2008-10-20T11:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:10:54.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Servant's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SPwDMdyKE_I/AAAAAAAAALc/vbfWbVGmBfs/s1600-h/servant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SPwDMdyKE_I/AAAAAAAAALc/vbfWbVGmBfs/s320/servant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259081977550214130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Towards the end of every semester, without fail, passionate appeals are made, “Who wants to serve? Who can be leader of this ministry or that portfolio?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the word ‘service’ becoming too much of a cliché? It would seem when everyone is talking about serving God or service, it’s inevitably linked to some ‘position’. Even the idea of 'servant leadership' sounds as if God called some of us to be leaders and it’s a progression from servant to leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The truth is that God calls ALL of us to be servants. &lt;/span&gt;Period. The biblical image is one of servant, not leader. While there is a place for leadership role but the fundamental identity of the believer is that of a servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the Greek word for servant, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘doulos’&lt;/span&gt; can also be translated as slaves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turing the Power Scale Upside Down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am among you as one who serves.” Luke 22:27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus called them together and said, “You know that those who are regarded as rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them, and their high officials exercise authority over them. Not so with you. Instead, whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant, and whoever wants to be first must be slave of all.  For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.”  Mark 10:42-45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has set the example. All who claims to follow Him must count the cost and carry this cross to follow Him. It is not about greatness, but servanthood. God calls us first as servants. This radical service to God and to each other is the mark of discipleship and a sign to the world that the Kingdom of God is here, among us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Teresa once said that we can do no great things, only small things with great love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Who wants to serve?” or perhaps more accurately “Who wants to be a servant?”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any takers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-8470302889010411994?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/8470302889010411994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=8470302889010411994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/8470302889010411994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/8470302889010411994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2008/10/servants-heart.html' title='A Servant&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SPwDMdyKE_I/AAAAAAAAALc/vbfWbVGmBfs/s72-c/servant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-1574418055496543286</id><published>2008-10-07T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:07:40.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To run or not to run... </title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SOrYAzV3gBI/AAAAAAAAALU/-6KGUEMwZHI/s1600-h/clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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&lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;When you hit the water, reality will hit you. You're not dead yet, but will you live&lt;/i&gt;?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God was dealing with Jonah, but He was keeping him alive too. Disappointed and running away from God. YET, when times got bad, God still heard him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then there’s the people of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Nineveh&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; who understood their lesson - &lt;b style=""&gt;you sin, you die&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians, there is a danger for us to think: "&lt;i style=""&gt;Oh, I'm past that already. I'm already saved.&lt;/i&gt;" If you've notice how hard Jonah struggled, you might already realise that your struggling has just begun. God is not content to leave you as you are. Jonah is a story of a passive man facing a very active God. A God who is telling you to look beyond your own salvation. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;I'm glad you're saved, Jonah, what about this great city? My heart is bigger than yours, and I want you to care more than just a plant. As my messenger, I will look out for you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But before you teach others, I will teach YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. &lt;b style=""&gt;The lessons that you bring to others, must pierce your heart first. Every day, you and I will check if you are going the right direction, and I CARE enough to stop you when you choose to go the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see moments of grace, when you stop running and come to your senses. I will show you how it's done - how to care for people who are different than you, hateful to you, even. &lt;b style=""&gt;You will find moments when you will feel very strongly about something, and you may be WRONG about feeling it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;You will have moments when the sacrifice seems too much, and I will show you how shallow your heart is, &lt;/b&gt;to care so much for things that are so small, so temporary, when there are bigger things, things that matter more in eternity - and these are worth Me working with You to reach out to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;As I make you fit to be My messenger, your lessons will help you see My heart&lt;/b&gt;. In my relationship with you, I want to bring you to other people whom I also care for. &lt;b style=""&gt;And when you deal with them, I want you to turn to Me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah had his call and a message to bear. And a people to tell it to. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It’s been less than a month since we heard the message of Jonah. How easy we forget, that we are Jonah many times over. We are Jonah when we….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We invite you to help each other recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-1574418055496543286?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/1574418055496543286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=1574418055496543286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/1574418055496543286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/1574418055496543286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-run-or-not-to-run.html' title='To run or not to run... '/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SOrYAzV3gBI/AAAAAAAAALU/-6KGUEMwZHI/s72-c/clip_image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-270759781939101325</id><published>2008-09-23T13:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:33:24.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARGANEGARA: MALAYSIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SNiHds2724I/AAAAAAAAAKk/yW1CpTiTiHY/s1600-h/malaysians.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SNiHds2724I/AAAAAAAAAKk/yW1CpTiTiHY/s400/malaysians.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249094310027844482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I am Malaysian. Born, bred, kindergarten, school, university. All – in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But does that really make me a Malaysian?&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am Malaysian. I love to eat all the kinds of food that we have here. Satay, Char kuey teow, Nasi Lemak, Banana leaf rice. Food available 24 hours. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does that really make me a Malaysian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am Malaysian. I love the weather. Not too hot, not too cold. The sun is bear-able, the rain can be tolerated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does that really make me a Malaysian?&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am Malaysian. The variety of people. Malay, Chinese, Indian, Sikh, Kadazan, Iban, Dayak, Asli, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But does that really make me a Malaysian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am Malaysian. I don’t plan to migrate overseas. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But does that really make me a Malaysian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am Malaysian. Despite the arguments people have, I have freedom of worship. I get to go to church regularly and meet up with my Christian friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But does that really make me a Malaysian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am proud to be Malaysian, even though the political situation doesn’t seem to be going well, racial issues are on the rise, and not forgetting the inflation rates. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But what really makes me a Malaysian? Is it because ‘I’ enjoy life here and am comfortable? Or is it because God has placed me in this country &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for a reason – so His Gospel will be known throughout the world including &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, even though the situation is tough?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We just celebrated Hari &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; on Sept 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. We celebrated 45 years of the formation of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;MALAYSIA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I am Malaysian!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So my friends, what about you? What makes you a Malaysian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-270759781939101325?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/270759781939101325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=270759781939101325&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/270759781939101325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/270759781939101325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2008/09/warganegara-malaysia.html' title='WARGANEGARA: MALAYSIA'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SNiHds2724I/AAAAAAAAAKk/yW1CpTiTiHY/s72-c/malaysians.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-4370043134160582584</id><published>2008-09-02T18:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:22:31.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do dreams come true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SL0SQ5b2ESI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JXd88f7tdJA/s1600-h/AnakBangsaMalaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SL0SQ5b2ESI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JXd88f7tdJA/s400/AnakBangsaMalaysia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241365622833942818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Nation' awareness has never been as high as now, among students, not since the AUKU came into place (for the uninitiated, go ahead and google it :). Having experienced the most unexpected results during the March 8 General Election and witnessed the crushing defeat of BN in the Permatang Pauh by-election, calls for change of better governance, transparency, racial reconciliation, a Malaysian Malaysia is actually being dreamt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 6 months since then and we just celebrated Hari Kemerdekaan (or is it Hari Kebangsaan?). We also need to face up to the realities that to leave the fate of our country in the hands of the politicians would not suffice. We too have our responsibility to shoulder. September and the months ahead are bound to be exciting times. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's time to rise, to be counted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What were some of the things that you've thought of, maybe few months ago, but have yet to take actions? Or if you have, how's the progress been?&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/32810847-4370043134160582584?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4370043134160582584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=4370043134160582584&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/4370043134160582584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/4370043134160582584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-dreams-come-true.html' title='Do dreams come true?'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SL0SQ5b2ESI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JXd88f7tdJA/s72-c/AnakBangsaMalaysia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-2426584159465429291</id><published>2008-08-19T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:18:46.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The STUDENT world is bigger....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SKo7Lbg6xxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FbHrO0UE270/s1600-h/Group+Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SKo7Lbg6xxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FbHrO0UE270/s400/Group+Photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236062584322049810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student world is bigger…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How big? Well, at the just-concluded EARC (East Asia Regional Conference) in Tokyo, Japan, 14 countries, 360  participants came together, representing only a fraction of the millions of students in East Asia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the big deal? In the course of the conference, each country’s student movement shared about their own unique circumstances. All together, it was a wonderful mix of stories ranging from persecution, to apathy, to underground victories, to resourcefulness in finding ways to worship God under watchful eyes, to ignorance towards nation and region, and history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call was to start rebuilding. Start rebuilding just as Nehemiah did. But it has to come with personal mourning, confession of sins, and a love for God’s kingdom. &lt;br /&gt;At first glance, it doesn’t seem fair to ask a persecuted student to rebuild anything as compared to a student in a country where there is religious freedom. But all came to see that in whatever circumstances, we are called to extend beyond our little world and to use our youthfulness to rebuild our country, our region, our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call to rebuild, unified students from many countries. It also opened our eyes to the fact that although we may have different ways of worshipping, different ways of living, different cultural expectations, we all served the one God. And just imagine, if ALL CHRISTIAN STUDENTS lived their whole lives, all for God, what an earthquake to the world’s society that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christian student world in Malaysia may not be very big, the Christian student world in Thailand, Indonesia, Japan (less than 1% are Christians) may not be very big. But the world’s Christian student movement is bigger. Will we commit ourselves and our CF – the Malaysian student movement – to this bigger movement of earth-shaking potential? How does that change our perspective of our CF?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-2426584159465429291?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/2426584159465429291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=2426584159465429291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/2426584159465429291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/2426584159465429291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2008/08/student-world-is-bigger.html' title='The STUDENT world is bigger....'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SKo7Lbg6xxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FbHrO0UE270/s72-c/Group+Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-5245865443624293990</id><published>2008-07-31T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:08:49.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red and Yellow, Black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SJHU7PoEjzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ttOUCCNCOJU/s1600-h/HANDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SJHU7PoEjzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ttOUCCNCOJU/s320/HANDS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229194756625829682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember singing the song “Jesus loves the little children, then “red &amp; yellow, black &amp; white” when I was young (I think I was 5 years old then). All I knew at that time was Jesus loves the little children but it didn’t occur to me about the ‘difference in colour’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I think of that song, I give thanks for two very good friends of mine, who are of different skin colour from me. We share many things with each other, from our struggles to things we go through in our families. They also are my friends who saw me through the difficult times. I treasure their friendships a lot.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hey, it’s possible to build good friendships, not just the ‘hi and bye’ kind or online buddies, but deeper friendships with people of ‘different colour’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Feel free to share your thoughts about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“I see the beauty in the tones of our skin”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(D.C. Talk – Coloured People)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-5245865443624293990?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5245865443624293990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=5245865443624293990&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/5245865443624293990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/5245865443624293990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2008/07/red-and-yellow-black-and-white.html' title='Red and Yellow, Black and White'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SJHU7PoEjzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ttOUCCNCOJU/s72-c/HANDS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-4902842649166830757</id><published>2008-07-22T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:13:39.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoppp....!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SIWxsoMZy4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d_Tr9PXpoQU/s1600-h/stop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SIWxsoMZy4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d_Tr9PXpoQU/s320/stop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225778322895129474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once advised me to journal, saying “It’s the stop that keeps you going.” I found what she said to be true. Pausing to stop and reflect allows me time to consider my next step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this ‘stop’ is more than just journaling. It’s a lifestyle of stopping so that we can keep going. It’s a habit of taking time off consciously to recover, uncover and discover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recover&lt;/span&gt; is to stop to rest physically, to recover from a long day’s work or a tiring week. When we are busy, the first thing that decreases is the number of hours we sleep. There’s nothing really wrong with that, but we must learn to schedule in sleeping time later. Let us not be caught as persons who have to fill up every hour of the day with activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To uncover&lt;/span&gt; is to be silent before God and ourselves in order to lay bare and allow different concerns/worries/issues/events to surface. To think about what caused us to make a certain decision, why did I feel like that, why did that event/person affect me in this particular way? To uncover is to remove the many masks we’ve hidden behind so that we can see more clearly the feelings, thoughts, and experiences deep within ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To discover&lt;/span&gt; is to be able to see things in a new light, in a fresh way; to be recharged and re-energized; able to make sense of things. When we stop to reflect and be quiet, we find a sense of motivation, desire, and hope to go on, or to go a different direction. When we stop to reflect, we notice new things about ourselves, others, and the situation/circumstance we’re in. Often times, we miss the chance to notice what God is doing in our life, because we’re too busy to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have you made time for “the stop that keeps you going”? What are some discoveries that you’ve made about yourself or God lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-4902842649166830757?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4902842649166830757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=4902842649166830757&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/4902842649166830757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/4902842649166830757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2008/07/stoppp.html' title='Stoppp....!!!'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SIWxsoMZy4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d_Tr9PXpoQU/s72-c/stop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-3452046757591549512</id><published>2008-07-07T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T04:20:03.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicling Our Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SHEju3ta4cI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3XWXMcXPAKE/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SHEju3ta4cI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3XWXMcXPAKE/s320/sun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219992731234525634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word.&lt;br /&gt;A phrase.&lt;br /&gt;A drawing.&lt;br /&gt;A picture.&lt;br /&gt;A person.&lt;br /&gt;Something that stays with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the examples of journaling. Journaling is not about writing a whole days events down. It’s not a diary. It’s just capturing a one or two a few things that remains with you for a particular day/moment. It can come in many forms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always ask the questions like ‘what has God been up to in my life?’ or ‘has God been working in my life?’ Do you know that the Bible tells us that we are God’s poimea? Ephesians 2:10 says that we are His workmanship (poiema)… He is at work at all times in our lives, but do we notice it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come my friends, start jotting something down. Start capturing moments. Start taking snapshots of what’s going on in your life. Start ‘chronicling’ what’s been happening. We are His poimea and He is at work. A chronicle captures all the necessary moments in one's life. By journaling, we are able to capture and chronicle what are the happenings in our lives, and we may come to realize the things that God may be up to in our lives. After all, we are His poiema, His masterpiece. He IS at work in HIS masterpieces, US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you able to see what He is up to in your life? Grab your materials. Start chronicling. Do u want to allow God's poiema to unfold for you to see? Then it's never too late to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-3452046757591549512?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/3452046757591549512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=3452046757591549512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/3452046757591549512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/3452046757591549512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2008/07/chronicling-our-lives.html' title='Chronicling Our Lives'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SHEju3ta4cI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3XWXMcXPAKE/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-5427770444379587625</id><published>2008-06-17T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:31:29.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk The Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SFd2VKtnE4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZT6pkP5YnIY/s1600-h/32_pause_for_a_bit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212765199729628034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SFd2VKtnE4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZT6pkP5YnIY/s320/32_pause_for_a_bit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whether you realized it or not, we’re reaching the half-way mark of the year! 6 months have already passed us by. Perhaps it is good for us to pause for a little while and ponder how the past 6 months have been for us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have journeyed with us on our blog since the beginning of the year, you would remember that we took a look at our identity as Malaysians. Remember the weeks before March 8? Remember the excitement in our political scene? Everyone seemed to be talking about the state of our country and longed to see changes. Now that the excitement has sort of died down, are our eyes still open to what is happening in our country, or are we back to our own little world? Do we still long to engage our society and do our part as Malaysians, or do we think that we’ve already done our part when we cast our votes on that day? Surely there’s more to being a Malaysian than doing that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also challenged to live out our identity as missionaries on campus. Have you committed yourself to being one by putting your signature on the MI Card? How has it been thus far? Is there any progress in reaching out to the International students in our midst, after reading the experiences of one of them on our blog? Have we become more sensitive to their needs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is also a time for us to pause and reflect on how our relationship with God has progressed in the past 6 months. We remembered Christ’s death and God’s power in raising Him up from the dead during the Easter season. What does all this mean to us? Is it just a theological truth that we were taught and celebrate once a year, or does this fact that God made Christ Lord of all the earth affect the way that we live our lives, the way that we make decisions when we stand at the crossroads of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We invite you to pause as we reach the end of the first half of the year and think through some of the things that were mentioned on this blog or what God has opened our eyes to in the past 6 months. Perhaps this is the time to pick up again the things that we were determined to do and ask God to help us do them…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-5427770444379587625?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5427770444379587625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=5427770444379587625&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/5427770444379587625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/5427770444379587625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2008/06/walk-talk.html' title='Walk The Talk'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SFd2VKtnE4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/ZT6pkP5YnIY/s72-c/32_pause_for_a_bit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-301438055763055197</id><published>2008-06-06T12:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:03:42.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday... God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SEi2zSKvhTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sq68QikI1uw/s1600-h/300px-Suitcase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208613961220457778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SEi2zSKvhTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sq68QikI1uw/s200/300px-Suitcase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holidays… Days free from work that one may spend devoted to rest or pleasure days filled with family, hometown friends, home-cooked food, family business, lazing away, visiting places……What is your holiday full off? Mine's full of food, lying on the floor and reading story books. Full of doing nothing important, full of 'no plans' days. It is really a time to put aside the usual routine of life and fill it with 'other things'. So what are these things we put aside during our holidays? Our studies, our work, our campus friends (since everyone 'balik kampung'), maybe even our church activities? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAYBE ALSO OUR GOD?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; How many of us feel as if we leave God behind as we start our holidays and when we return to campus, we 'pick up' God again? It is as if we go into a cocoon from the 'spiritual world' for the holidays and 'reemerge' when the semester starts again. Where is God in our long holidays? We go home, stay home, do all the holiday things, and come back to campus feeling that there was something 'missing' or not quite fulfilling in our holidays. Ever felt that way? I have. Till I went on a holiday with some friends who kept bringing God into the picture, who actually brought their Bible along….and read it….that I saw how God is everywhere. Even in my holidays!! Why don't you try 'packing' God with you as you embark on your holiday, wherever that may be. Where is GOD in YOUR holidays? Come share with us your holiday experiences…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-301438055763055197?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/301438055763055197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=301438055763055197&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/301438055763055197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/301438055763055197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2008/06/holiday-god.html' title='Holiday... God?'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SEi2zSKvhTI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sq68QikI1uw/s72-c/300px-Suitcase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-4292519205343817886</id><published>2008-05-15T12:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:25:17.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Hero? You, Me or .....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SCvBN4CqvUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cwO-cudFqHI/s1600-h/Superhero.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SCvBN4CqvUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cwO-cudFqHI/s200/Superhero.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200462638855404866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ll like to think that life is like how this movie started- by propelling one to ask what happened and then the story unfolds.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Why? In that way, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we maintain a certain curiousity to life and are always interested and interests makes us want to be involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The first ‘real’ question was when Dr Yinsen, his fellow captive asked John, “&lt;i style=""&gt;Who do you have to go home to”* &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;That was like ‘bang!’ and he realized - nobody. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The second was during Dr Yinsen’s dying moments, &lt;i style=""&gt;“Make sure you make your life count.”* &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In that epiphany moment for John, which a sacrifice of a life was a means to it, he realized the sum of his life at that moment – he had everything yet strangely nothing. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So armed with an awakened conscience, John decided to reform his life and to think through what really matters. Betrayal and intrigue are added, as the cause that he was now fighting for, is set against a backdrop of wealth and power. And with wealth and power, we’ve read and seen enough to know humans will never be immune to these temptations, rise another powerful villain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Iron Man’s theme about a superhero, &lt;i style=""&gt;“A hero with a list of character flaws”* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;who rights the wrong that has been done, add the good looks and of being born privilege, will certainly sell the movie. Perhaps that is why &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is able to reach many more than we do – it reads the people well and feeds into their ‘needs’. After all, once in a while, we too would like to be a hero. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But ours is also a story etched against a backdrop of injustice, power, wealth and privilege for the selected few. But unlike the story we don’t have a suit that can help us right the wrongs. That the Bible tells us that God is the superhero ultimately. Ironically his suit is human beings and his timing? As long as the history of mankind exists. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I already know the ending to that, I still can’t wait for the final frame.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Watched any movie recently? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shocked at how you’ve ‘connected’ with the movie? Why not take time to soak in why it stirred you and pen it down. Those are the moments something within is resonating, don’t let it pass you by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*All quotes from the movie is a reinterpretation of the writer’s point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-4292519205343817886?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/4292519205343817886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=4292519205343817886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/4292519205343817886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/4292519205343817886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2008/05/super-hero-you-me-or.html' title='Super Hero? You, Me or .....?'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SCvBN4CqvUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cwO-cudFqHI/s72-c/Superhero.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-5428137813063882459</id><published>2008-05-02T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:21:40.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berdiri Di Persimpangan Jalan (Standing @ The Crossroad)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SBqH7Mj-7YI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jb7XfxRITpA/s1600-h/standing+at+the+crossroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195614571179470210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SBqH7Mj-7YI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jb7XfxRITpA/s200/standing+at+the+crossroad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ada seorang pengembara yang berjalan di tengah hutan. Setelah sekian lama di dalam pengembaraan itu, dia sampai di satu persimpangan jalan yang dia tidak tahu ke mana arah tujuan seterusnya atau jalan yang mana harus dia lalui. Dalam masa yang terdesak itu, dia teringat akan nasihat yang dia dengar sebelum memulakan pergembaraan tersebut. “balik lah kepangkal jalan”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kadang-kala kita lalui perkara yang sama di dalam kehidupan kita seharian. Banyak perkara yang memerlukan kita membuat keputusan yang tepat dan munasabah. Kerana setiap keputusan yang bakal kita ambil akan membawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kesan kepada kita. Kesan samada baik atau buruk bergantung kepada keputusan yang kita ambil tadi. Seperti pengembara tadi, dia mempunyai pilihan untuk memilih salah satu jalan yang ada di persimpangan itu, tetapi yang pasti setiap keputusan atau jalan yang akan ditempuhi bakal tidak diketahui arah tujuannya. Atau dia membuat pilihan untuk mengikuti nasihat yang dia dengar sebelum ini, “baliklah ke pangkal jalan”. di sini, peribadi kita sendiri memainkan peranan untuk membuat setiap keputusan. Ambil contoh, cerita Nehemia dalam Kitab Nehemia. Memegang satu jawatan yang terpenting di dalam Istana (Pembawa minuman di Raja), tetapi akhirnya membuat keputusan meninggalkan jawatan tersebut. Perbuatan Nehemia ini adalah tindak balas daripada apa yang berlaku kepada dia secara peribadi. Dalam erti kata lain, rasa yang tidak tenteram dan kerinduan yang teramat mendalam kepada tempat asal nya-Yerusalem, membawa dia sanggup membuat satu keputusan yang terbesar didalam hidup dia. Yang pasti, hubungan doa dia dengan Tuhan dan keterbukaan dia terhadap raja atau tuannya membantu setiap keputusan yang di buat oleh Nehemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Begitu juga dengan kita sebagai seorang yang percaya kepada Tuhan Yesus Kristus. Pengelaman kita dengan Dia secara perbadi membawa kita kembali kepada Nya dan keterbukaan kita untuk berkongsi permasalahan kita di dalam membuat keputusan amat membantu apa-apa keputusan kita dipersimpangan jalan itu. Perasaan yang tidak tenteram dan keinginan yang begitu ketara di dalam peribadi Nehemia beserta sokongan daripada tuannya mendorong Nehemia percaya bahawa keputusan yang dia buat adalah betul dan tepat. Perasaan yang tidak tenteram itu dan keinginan yang teramat mendalam terhadap tempat nya-Yerusalem itu adalah doa peribadi Nehemia. Sama seperti pengembara tersebut, yang pasti akan melihat kembali kepangkal jalan melihat pengelaman-pengelaman yang dia lalui sepanjang jalan dan membuat keputusan berdasarkan apa yang ada disekelilingnya untuk meneruskan perjalan tersebut. Ya keadaan sekitar pengembara itu mungkin boleh membantu dia di dalam membuat keputusan tersebut…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-5428137813063882459?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/5428137813063882459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=5428137813063882459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/5428137813063882459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/5428137813063882459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2008/05/berdiri-di-persimpangan-jalan-standing.html' title='Berdiri Di Persimpangan Jalan (Standing @ The Crossroad)'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SBqH7Mj-7YI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jb7XfxRITpA/s72-c/standing+at+the+crossroad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32810847.post-6961113663756897325</id><published>2008-04-22T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:58:45.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Student Chronicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SA1iW8j-7XI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4rG_sGJ6yWo/s1600-h/Student_Journal_March_27_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191914091781746034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SA1iW8j-7XI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4rG_sGJ6yWo/s200/Student_Journal_March_27_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have u heard of the Chronicle of Narnia? What about Spiderwick Chronicles? Weren’t they pretty good movies. But have you heard about The Student Chronicle that is to be released in June 2008? No it’s not a movie. Read on to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Generally a chronicle is a historical account of facts and events in &lt;a title="Chronology" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chronology"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chronicle order. Typically, equal weight is given for important events and less important events, the purpose being the recording of events that occurred.” (Source: Wikipedia.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Student Chronicles encompasses pages to journal in, mini-calendars, real-life stories of students and graduates, questions to reflect upon, and many more. It will be a perfect companion for you as a student, on your journey throughout university/college life. It has been prepared for a maximum of a 3-year journey throughout your student life. It will allow you to jot down and remember some of the things that you have been up to during university/college life. (But this is not a diary!) It will be a good guide to see what God has been up to also in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re excited and can’t wait for its release!!! Are u ready for The Student Chronicle? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32810847-6961113663756897325?l=mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/feeds/6961113663756897325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32810847&amp;postID=6961113663756897325&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/6961113663756897325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32810847/posts/default/6961113663756897325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugz-n-buzz.blogspot.com/2008/04/student-chronicle.html' title='The Student Chronicle'/><author><name>mugz-n-buzz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16787312018865446750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12066616795547373578'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xsqErp2zoL0/SA1iW8j-7XI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4rG_sGJ6yWo/s72-c/Student_Journal_March_27_2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>