<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791</id><updated>2011-06-08T13:06:46.286+08:00</updated><category term='Phylis Samarakkody'/><category term='souls'/><title type='text'>Single Minded</title><subtitle type='html'>- A Single Treasure – A Single Vision – 
A Single Master – A Single Goal –</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-6797452164433733229</id><published>2008-06-30T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:58:56.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><summary type='text'>Proverbs 18:24A man of many companions may come to ruin,but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.This verse has been playing in mind few days now.Hands up any who do not want friends like that? Hahaha. I think I have friends like that. I think. From my past. Who grew up together, knew each other enough to give (and take!) criticism to spur each other on..!Just thankful to God for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/6797452164433733229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/6797452164433733229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2008/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-7151539486682324886</id><published>2008-06-18T04:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T04:43:39.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current mood defined...</title><summary type='text'>Some developments have caused me to really feel a little down. No new revelations, merely confirmation on suspicion.Mood today... as defined by the dictionary....Main Entry:                     1dis·hon·or    Function:noun Etymology:Middle English dishonour, from Anglo-French deshonur, from des- dis- + honur honorDate:13th century             1     : lack or loss of honor or reputation        2</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7151539486682324886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7151539486682324886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2008/06/mood-defined.html' title='Current mood defined...'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-6036395955895361812</id><published>2008-05-17T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:49:38.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Little Christians</title><summary type='text'>10 little Christians standing in line.1 disliked the preacher, then there were 9.  9 little Christians stayed up very late.1 overslept Sunday, then there were 8.  8 little Christians on their way to Heaven.1 took the low road and then there were 7.  7 little Christians chirping like chicks.1 disliked music, then there were 6.  6 little Christians seemed very much alive,but one lost his interest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/6036395955895361812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/6036395955895361812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-little-christians.html' title='10 Little Christians'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-82288222763128393</id><published>2008-03-21T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:41:02.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Case for Easter...</title><summary type='text'>Matt 28:11... While the women were on their way, some of the guards went into the city and reported to the chief priests everything that had happened. 12 When the chief priests had met with the elders and devised a plan, they gave the soldiers a large sum of money, 13 telling them, "You are to say, 'His disciples came during the night and stole him away while we were asleep.' 14 If this report </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/82288222763128393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/82288222763128393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2008/03/case-for-easter.html' title='A Case for Easter...'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-900714375619569876</id><published>2008-01-27T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T14:16:02.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making an Impact... with our lives.</title><summary type='text'>“What do you do for Christ each day?”a faithful Christian said.And I replied, “I drive a truckand fill the stores with bread.”He said, “I know of your bread routeBut that is not the thing.I mean what do you do each dayFor Jesus Christ the King?”I said, “But I believe a man canwork in such a wayThat selling bread is work for ChristA sacrament each day.”Once more the man inquired, “But sir,If this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/900714375619569876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/900714375619569876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2008/01/making-impact-with-our-lives.html' title='Making an Impact... with our lives.'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-7587391199073229182</id><published>2008-01-16T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T01:03:28.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Out?!</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever been just absolutely “bowled over” when the blessings dried up?Sometimes we are sitting on top of the world and the windows of Heaven have been opened so that our lives are filled with blessings, then all of a sudden, the blessings seem to stop and we are left in spiritual shock wondering what happened.Here’s a little story to illustrate this point: Chippie the parakeet never saw it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7587391199073229182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7587391199073229182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2008/01/blessed-out.html' title='Blessed Out?!'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-7230122759058382975</id><published>2008-01-11T10:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T01:23:43.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I-centric or Eye-centric?</title><summary type='text'>11th January. Too late to wish anyone who's drifting by a Blessed 2008? Anyways, yeah to the odd housefly who's whizzing by ... hope your start to the year has been pleasant if not downright feel good!!!Somehow December took a toll on me - deeper than even I realised. Am still walking around in semi stupor... shrugging it off, and vowing to come back stronger. December with busy-ness rushing to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7230122759058382975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7230122759058382975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-centric-or-eye-centric.html' title='I-centric or Eye-centric?'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-6783114256750346973</id><published>2007-12-30T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T23:28:48.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song very meaningful this time of year.</title><summary type='text'>  When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,Count your many blessings, name them one by one,And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.  Count your blessings, name them one by one,Count your blessings, see what God hath done!Count your blessings, name them one by one,And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done. Are you ever burdened </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/6783114256750346973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/6783114256750346973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/12/song-very-meaningful-this-time-of-year.html' title='Song very meaningful this time of year.'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-3749151283797381572</id><published>2007-11-28T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T16:48:37.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apathy?</title><summary type='text'>First they came for the socialists,and I did not speak outbecause I was not a socialist.Then they came for the trade unionists,and I did not speak outbecause I was not a trade unionist.Then they came for the Jews,and I did not speak outbecause I was not a Jew.Then they came for me,and there was no one leftto speak for me.- Pastor Martin Niemöller (victim of the Nazis) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/3749151283797381572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/3749151283797381572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/11/apathy.html' title='Apathy?'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-620783272559949535</id><published>2007-11-18T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T01:11:01.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1711</title><summary type='text'>Here's  shout out to all those who one way or other wished me and/or helped me celebrate me 1711 this year. This won't go down as one of my favourite celebrations, for many reasons. Yet I honour all those who in so many ways tried to make it special for me. And some got hurt in the process. And that further dampened my enthusiasm.My wish? For a do-over birthday, where I can have a leisurely day, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/620783272559949535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/620783272559949535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/11/1711.html' title='1711'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-7908775584544584308</id><published>2007-11-16T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T01:23:56.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which are you?</title><summary type='text'>Read this somewhere, and I quote here. There are 5 kinds of Christians:Active Christians 19%Believe salvation comes through Jesus ChristCommitted churchgoersBible readersAccept leadership positionsInvest in personal faith development through the churchFeel obligated to share faith; 79% do so.  Professing Christians 20% Believe salvation comes through Jesus ChristFocus on personal relationship </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7908775584544584308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7908775584544584308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/11/read-this-somewhere-and-i-quote-here.html' title='Which are you?'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-1690226094233247978</id><published>2007-10-29T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T01:04:13.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='souls'/><title type='text'>Ambition?</title><summary type='text'>I re-visited a place I had called "home" for 9 long years. Hadn't been back in a few months. Five months. Somehow it seemed longer. I had missed it. Never realised that. They'd been busy. Lots of new additions, changes, re-organisations. A lot of activity.I walked in, not quite a stranger, yet very much so one. The greeters were friendly enough - even got a couple of welcome hugs enroute to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/1690226094233247978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/1690226094233247978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/10/ambition.html' title='Ambition?'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-1519093866909202378</id><published>2007-10-12T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T18:35:04.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dependence 101</title><summary type='text'>Something happened recently.Something that almost totally took the legs away from under me. And it took like a few days before I could get myself centered again.I've been busy these past few months, fighting an uphill battle sometimes it seems. But I knew what I was heading in for, eventhough I may not have expected the amount of apathy and resistance that I encountered. But I was at least </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/1519093866909202378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/1519093866909202378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/10/dependence.html' title='Dependence 101'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-2246967807613640507</id><published>2007-10-01T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:42:59.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the children of Issachar</title><summary type='text'>1Ch 12:32    Of Issachar, men who had understanding of the times, to know what Israel ought to do.......This  past week Myanmar has been in the news. There's an uprising against a military junta that is repressive and has been in dictatorial power for last forty years. Yes, 40 years.Myanmar, ruled by military generals have ruled the land oppressively and well, without reciting past facts, there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/2246967807613640507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/2246967807613640507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/10/like-children-of-issachar.html' title='Like the children of Issachar'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/RwELiRdRZdI/AAAAAAAAANg/VCZpSh-XKUA/s72-c/7_62_092407_myanmar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-769586251528122998</id><published>2007-09-25T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T16:17:51.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what we living for</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/769586251528122998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/769586251528122998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='what we living for'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-5140869973004209923</id><published>2007-09-25T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:54:11.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A personal request</title><summary type='text'>Pray for me as  a communicator of God’s Word  That God will cleanse me, fill me, send me and use me.That God will give me a hunger and discipline for the reading &amp; studying of His Word.That my preaching will be anointed by the Holy Spirit, so that a genuine move of God can / will take place.That I would discern the leading of God with unmistakable clarity, and that the words I say would be chosen</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5140869973004209923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5140869973004209923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/09/personal-request.html' title='A personal request'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-5419243498799698954</id><published>2007-09-23T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T02:44:20.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Words, Lovely Melodies?</title><summary type='text'>"I can't stand your religious meetings.I'm fed up with your conferences and conventions.I want nothing to do with your religion projects,your pretentious slogans and goals.I'm sick of your fund-raising schemes,your public relations and image making.I've had all I can take of your noisy ego-music.When was the last time you sang to me?Do you know what I want?I want justice—oceans of it.I want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5419243498799698954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5419243498799698954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/09/empty-words-lovely-melodies.html' title='Empty Words, Lovely Melodies?'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-8579229969153306686</id><published>2007-09-20T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:43:00.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phylis Samarakkody'/><title type='text'>A tribute to my mother</title><summary type='text'>Today, 20.09.07 is a very special day. Very memorable day ahead. My Mom celebrates her 70th Birthday today. That's a total milestone.There was talk months ago of doing a special thing for her, celebrating it on a grander scale etc. But somehow a lot of it was not able to materialise. But, we're having a special dinner for her, surrounded by family members,  getting her a nice gift. I'm probably </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/8579229969153306686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/8579229969153306686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/09/tribute-to-my-mother.html' title='A tribute to my mother'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/RvFQ49WeOzI/AAAAAAAAANY/21ExRyIKfyA/s72-c/Eli%26Gran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-5807303296790770964</id><published>2007-09-19T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T01:08:38.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipleship</title><summary type='text'>I had a very interesting conversation recently, with a Christian leader from a mega church. We were talking 'church' when this statement was exhaled "why does the church need to disciple anyone.." The context being that it was the duty of the Church to present Christ to the unbelievers, and thereafter as the Holy Spirit worked on the life of the individual, they would eventually come to a place </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5807303296790770964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5807303296790770964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/09/discipleship.html' title='Discipleship'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-2593425723007844185</id><published>2007-09-14T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:43:00.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting..................</title><summary type='text'>The term ‘Malaysia’ acquired its current precise political connotation only in 1963.The word was apparently first coined in the 1830s and by the end of the nineteenth century was in general usage to describe a geographic-zoological-botanical region comprising the Malay peninsula, Singapore, Borneo, Sumatra and Java.This was something I came across today. Very interesting. Have not read or seen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/2593425723007844185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/2593425723007844185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/09/interesting.html' title='Interesting..................'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/RuoBT0MpAiI/AAAAAAAAALc/LaMJ6lfF8HE/s72-c/shortHistoryMsiaSporeBru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-2694537351833658376</id><published>2007-09-14T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:04:16.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to my Dad</title><summary type='text'>Yes, for once I will talk about my earthly father. Yesterday - June 13th marked his death anniversary... he passed away in 1993. Somehow I live in a family that doesn't lean towards honouring the deceased. There's a sense that, well they're gone, so leave it alone.Well, I'm not very much better. As I sit here typing, it dawns on me - I have not visited his grave in so many years. Not that he has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/2694537351833658376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/2694537351833658376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/09/tribute-to-my-dad.html' title='Tribute to my Dad'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-4107036705269987660</id><published>2007-09-12T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:46:47.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Great is Our God</title><summary type='text'>"Man is great," says Baptist theologian Millard Erickson, "but what makes him great is that God has created him. The name Stradivari speaks of quality in a violin; its maker was the best . . . Of man it can be said that he has been made by the best and wisest of all beings, God." This has got me thinking. The measure of a man's greatness - is not in himself. Is it?Can I live if I'm prevented from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/4107036705269987660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/4107036705269987660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/09/man-is-great-says-baptist-theologian.html' title='How Great is Our God'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-518773500535502453</id><published>2007-09-01T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:04:07.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father knows best...</title><summary type='text'>                Whatever your cross,  whatever your pain,  there will always be sunshine,   after the rain ....  Perhaps you may stumble,   perhaps even fall,   But God's always ready,   To answer your call ...   He knows every heartache,   sees every tear,  A word from His lips,  can calm every fear ...  Your sorrows may linger,   throughout the night,   But suddenly vanish,   in dawn's early </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/518773500535502453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/518773500535502453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/09/father-knows-best.html' title='Father knows best...'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-3164073286488960326</id><published>2007-08-31T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T11:41:15.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!</title><summary type='text'>A very Happy Birthday to my nation. And your nation too. As long as you are Malaysian. A landmark year. 50 years.Quick trivia... the name 'Malaysia' - where's it from? Haha. Did a quick search - from Wikipedia, this is what I've found:Due to early contacts between the South Indian and Malay kingdoms, the name Malaya is a combination of two Tamil words, Malay or Malai (hill) and ur (town) meaning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/3164073286488960326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/3164073286488960326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/08/merdeka-merdeka-merdeka.html' title='Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka!'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-4154152016298213348</id><published>2007-08-29T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T14:52:09.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh for the love of.........</title><summary type='text'>There's like a publicity campaign going on. Pretty creative in my opinion. Basically to promote a radio station. Awesome publicity blitz. Check it out here.Disclaimer - in no way am I associated with or wish to be associated with this campaign.But I mean the lengths people are going to. Malaysians are a fun loving bunch, and any excuse to go out and be publicity hounds I think will be welcomed. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/4154152016298213348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/4154152016298213348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-for-love-of.html' title='Oh for the love of.........'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-4931194824053582807</id><published>2007-07-28T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T08:56:06.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart</title><summary type='text'>"Tomorrow morning," the surgeon began,  "I'll open up your heart..."  "You'll find Jesus there," the boy interrupted The surgeon looked up, annoyed "I'll  Cut your heart open," he continued,  To see how much damage has been done .."  "But when you open up my heart, you'll  Find Jesus in there," said the boy.  The surgeon looked to the parents, who sat Quietly."When I see how much damage has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/4931194824053582807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/4931194824053582807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/07/heart.html' title='The heart'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-6892170995781127763</id><published>2007-07-25T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:03:37.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 2007</title><summary type='text'>Someone saw me today and asked me, "Pastor, so free, off day ar?" Hahaha. Just becos I was in jeans, and browsing the computer in someone's cubicle, in a church different from mine. ;)I was there to make arrangements to transport more thn 11K BOH tomorrow. And needed clarify the amount available to be taken.And well, like the previous couple of weeks, the following few weeks too will be far from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/6892170995781127763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/6892170995781127763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/07/august-2007.html' title='August 2007'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-5468546229344263977</id><published>2007-07-14T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:04:42.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time away...</title><summary type='text'>Travelling.... seems like I'm doing a lot of it this year. New ministry, new scope of responsibilities, new landscape to scope out... all of these reason. And more.In brief.... details might come here or elsewhere.Sri SempurnaWas privileged to be able to do BOH distribution and GODman showing in both the secondary and primary schools. Also nice to have some of the guys (and 1 gal) along for some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5468546229344263977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5468546229344263977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-time-away.html' title='Long time away...'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-7911259338336282499</id><published>2007-06-28T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T14:15:01.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt 5:16</title><summary type='text'>What would you do?....you make the choice. Don 't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice? Would I?At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7911259338336282499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7911259338336282499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/06/matt-516.html' title='Matt 5:16'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-6350177381369653650</id><published>2007-06-26T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:43:00.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are what you wear?</title><summary type='text'>Be careful what you choose to put on.... this has been in the news lately. Too often we rush to get 'cool' logos or motifs - I'm thinking of tribal motifs, Oriental or Che Guevara... sometimes nothing wrong, but sometimes we make unwise decisions that explode in our faces.Cameron Diaz’s bag reads in Chinese ‘Serve the People,’ a famous political slogan by Chinese Communist leader Mao Zedong, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/6350177381369653650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/6350177381369653650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-are-what-you-wear.html' title='You are what you wear?'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/RoD2P2Vr4mI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rIFs65LZT9c/s72-c/commie_cameron_diaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-7271145647700970616</id><published>2007-06-18T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T03:32:40.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.... or?</title><summary type='text'>Happy Fathers' Day to any and every father out there - belated though it might be. Church today - where I was - had a nice Chinese twist to the remembrance: the children were asked to have a simple tea-ceremony to honour their dads - nice touch, albeit a little contrived, me thought!But the theme that's been currently bouncing around in my circles has been on love, and not the parental sort, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7271145647700970616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7271145647700970616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-or.html' title='Love.... or?'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-5787135440030816610</id><published>2007-06-14T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T03:21:21.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from a BULL!</title><summary type='text'>A cocky Department of Agriculture representative stopped at a farm and talked with the old farmer; "I need to inspect your farm."                          The old farmer said, "You better not go in that field."                         The Agriculture representative said in a "wise" tone, "I have the authority of the U. S. Government with me. See this card, I am allowed to go wherever I wish on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5787135440030816610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5787135440030816610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/06/lessons-from-bull.html' title='Lessons from a BULL!'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-1887162509345513695</id><published>2007-06-13T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T01:46:24.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"How are you?"</title><summary type='text'>Went for a memorial service today. Didn't know the dearly departed. Went in order to lend support to the bereaved family. The dead don't know anymore, the living need to know. That we are there, that they aren't alone. And that's why I turned up. Had a toss up between a birthday celebration of a friend or two whom I am closer to honestly, and this memorial service. I chose the latter. A birthday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/1887162509345513695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/1887162509345513695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-are-you.html' title='&quot;How are you?&quot;'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-8752826218818436768</id><published>2007-06-11T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:49:00.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Wise men, and of Wiser Men</title><summary type='text'>This blog is now going private. Limited readership, if at all. Reason: I wanna be able to write frely. Yet I do not want to stumble anyone. So - you my dear reader - if any - please read all you want, but no copy pasting please! ;)You know the past few months I've seen and heard lots of nonsense, I should say.A friend once said, "a wise man learns from mistakes, a wiser man learns from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/8752826218818436768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/8752826218818436768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-wise-men-and-of-wiser-men.html' title='Of Wise men, and of Wiser Men'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-7438230540298115748</id><published>2007-06-09T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T02:55:34.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of attitudes &amp; principles...</title><summary type='text'>---The difference between the poor countries and the rich ones is not the age of the country:This can be shown by countries like India &amp; Egypt, that are more than 2000 years old, but are poor. On the other hand, Canada, Australia &amp; New Zealand, that 150 years ago were inexpressive, today are developed countries, and are rich.The difference between poor &amp; rich countries does not reside in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7438230540298115748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7438230540298115748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/06/head-knowledge-heart-knowledge.html' title='Of attitudes &amp; principles...'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-2323138690354112786</id><published>2007-06-07T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:43:00.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><summary type='text'>Been awhile since I've posted here. Somehow it wasnt that I had nothing to write - possibly quite the opposite. Based on the other blog, can see that I have been busy. Quite a lot busier than in the past - in terms of physically running around and travelling, meeting new people. A friend said that in the past 9months I might have travelled more than in the past 9 years. Might be a slight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/2323138690354112786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/2323138690354112786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/06/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/RmedVmVr4kI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eBiF-bEmdVs/s72-c/wildjour.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-5613099587915950384</id><published>2007-05-21T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:43:01.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOH Retreat, Baguio</title><summary type='text'>One of the positives of the BOH organisation, is that they have times of retreat as a family, where is factored in, as well as a time to come apart as a team, and to also reward the faithful and realign for coming year ahead.So, the BOH Retreat is an annual thing for each country. Seeing as how the Philippines is the Regional HQ and been established  10 years ago, the Manila office invited BOH </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5613099587915950384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5613099587915950384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/05/boh-retreat-baguio.html' title='BOH Retreat, Baguio'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/RlEWKQA47VI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5bUYqV8oP80/s72-c/09052007%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-5047166372553652280</id><published>2007-05-02T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T02:36:47.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios?</title><summary type='text'>Moving on is tough.And the struggle of whether to move on or to stay on is precisely that - a struggle.On the one hand, the voice of sentimentality. Of the years you've spent building, one way or another. Sweat, tears, time, finance, invested in an organisation, its people. A job that became a life. Strangers who became acquaintances, then friends, then family. Those you've seen grow, bud, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5047166372553652280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5047166372553652280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/05/adios.html' title='Adios?'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-5493747171014244067</id><published>2007-04-29T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T23:19:09.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the blahs....</title><summary type='text'>Didnt really have a hectic weekend, but was really tired today, as spent much of yesterday trying to figure out my sermon for GTAK today. So with that decided to buy dinner home, and put on a DVD n bludge out. Sounds like a great plan.Went out and bought nasi briyani. Only yesterday decided to cut rice from evening meals. Oh well, will start that tomorrow. Food -good. Home, put on DVD, "Pursuit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5493747171014244067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5493747171014244067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/04/attack-of-blahs.html' title='Attack of the blahs....'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-8333675776522338629</id><published>2007-04-27T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T03:25:17.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Friends</title><summary type='text'>"Friends are friends forever, if the Lord's the Lord of themAnd a friend will not say never, cause the welcome will not endThough it's hard to let you goIn the Father's hands I knowThat a lifetime's not too long... to live as friends."-Michael W Smith- This was a song we used to sing, almost yearly when I was in the youth group - as a member, not a pastor! Every year, it came time for someone/s </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/8333675776522338629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/8333675776522338629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-my-friends.html' title='To my Friends'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-803514544976716699</id><published>2007-04-27T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T02:38:13.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma or Answered Prayer?</title><summary type='text'>Its funny isn't it? You pray for something. Then when an answer comes, you really don't know how to react. If you should react or not.Been having a tussle. Move on or stay put.Stay put - comfortable; familiar; work still to be done.Move on - more opportunities; more support maybe (or maybe not); ministry opportunities.I have been praying. My life should be in good stewardship. My lack of serving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/803514544976716699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/803514544976716699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/04/dilemma-or-answered-prayer.html' title='Dilemma or Answered Prayer?'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-7301060317336500780</id><published>2007-04-18T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T19:55:34.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: Termites!!!</title><summary type='text'>It happened a few days ago.  Atmosphere was charged. Enjoyable even. For me at least. I scanned the room - yup the usual: some really giving themselves to it, some mildly getting their toes wet, many merely making up the numbers. Same old, same old.Then I saw him. I was sitting nearby. You know how you seldom notice those seated closest? This was one of those times. I watched him, saddened. He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7301060317336500780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7301060317336500780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/04/warning-termites.html' title='Warning: Termites!!!'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-5438285308216513328</id><published>2007-04-12T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T01:26:50.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open doors....  first School</title><summary type='text'>Dragged myself outta bed extra early this morning, cos I knew had to beat rush-hour USJ traffic to get out and at the school by 10am. Didnt help that I hadn't been there before, had no map to guide me, and armed with just a few verbal instructions that I was too proud to show my hand and ask for more detailed directions...!First praise report - managed to get out of USJ, and to the exact venue </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5438285308216513328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/5438285308216513328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/04/open-doors-first-school.html' title='Open doors....  first School'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-2087802648892081357</id><published>2007-04-09T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:45:02.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extravagance</title><summary type='text'>Read this recently... quite humourous...A few years ago there was a true story about a man in New York City who was kidnapped. His kidnappers called his wife and asked for $100,000 ransom. She talked them down to $30,000.The story had a happy ending: the man returned home unharmed, the money was recovered, and the kidnappers were caught and sent to jail.But, don't you wonder what happened when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/2087802648892081357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/2087802648892081357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/04/extravagance.html' title='Extravagance'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-2819655634443249130</id><published>2007-04-01T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:34:30.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PTL for PTA</title><summary type='text'>Was invited to speak to a group of church leaders - adult leaders of various ministries of a church in Puchong. Actually the invite came like 2 months ago. The pastor - a personal friend - when we sat down and he heard a little of the BOH ministry, offered to invite me to preach for his church, as well as present the ministry to his leaders. A gesture of friendship I believe, as I doubt he knew </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/2819655634443249130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/2819655634443249130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/04/ptl-for-pta.html' title='PTL for PTA'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-3241394805114624932</id><published>2007-03-30T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:43:01.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new theme song</title><summary type='text'>Interesting day. Woke up this morning groggy - yet decided to take a drive down to the BOH warehouse in the boondocks somewhere (ok, actually near Sg Buloh), to get familiarised with the location of this place as I'd only been there once before.The total contents of this warehouse stands at roughly 300,000 books or 1500 boxes - less those already taken out to be distributed. These again are of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/3241394805114624932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/3241394805114624932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/03/slave-hamba-doulos-kuli.html' title='A new theme song'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/Rg06915RXjI/AAAAAAAAABs/-k1qVf9JN10/s72-c/30032007%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-7376949563752959377</id><published>2007-03-30T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T02:23:07.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muscles</title><summary type='text'>Heya  - looks like my days in obscurity coming to an end. Whaddaya mean? Hahaha... nvm!!Its late yet somehow sleep is not on my mind - saw a TV show once that said "plenty of time for sleep when I'm dead...." Hahaha - don't get me wrong, I love my sleep too - sleeps's great, waking up... that's the pain!!Somehow logged in late, was asked to read one blog, then jumped to another, and another, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7376949563752959377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/7376949563752959377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/03/muscles.html' title='Muscles'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-8313551633169292571</id><published>2007-03-15T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T16:46:27.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300</title><summary type='text'>Yup, its the title of that movie, 300. For once I can say this without it sounding rude - its a BLOODY movie! I mean some will use brick and mortar and stones for their building of walls... the Spartans used BODIES.... dead thankfully, but human nonetheless! Of their enemies. A pretty gory warning to others who may have intentions against them - and that I believe is the underlying intent!Been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/8313551633169292571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/8313551633169292571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/03/300.html' title='300'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-1469338456293317020</id><published>2007-03-09T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T22:06:28.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Job is it Anyway?</title><summary type='text'>I know its been said before - its a whole different ballgame when you step outta your comfort zone. And well, seeing as how I've been cocooned for the past zillion years, I guess taking it slow and steady shouldn't be denied me - at least at this stage, eh?Past two and a half months have been spent trying to introduce an alien concept to a sheltered populace.... and so it would seem! I truly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/1469338456293317020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/1469338456293317020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/03/whos-job-is-it-anyway.html' title='Who&apos;s Job is it Anyway?'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-3505122332889137236</id><published>2007-03-07T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:43:01.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10days in Manila</title><summary type='text'>February was a short month - even more for me as I spent 10 of those days out of Malaysia... went to Manila for a BOH event as well as some hands-on training! Was truly an eye-opening experience seeing the passion of BOH gurus in the Philippines - 'gurus' becos of the fact that in 10 years they have distributed 14million copies of BOH - and their plan for '07 is about 5 million! Awe-inspiring. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/3505122332889137236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/3505122332889137236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/03/10days-in-manila.html' title='10days in Manila'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/Re7DpsAV3-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/rSZSWEIaqy8/s72-c/12022007510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-6014310665032131054</id><published>2007-02-01T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T14:39:46.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January</title><summary type='text'>"One month down, eleven to go!""What??? One month over already? Where'd it go?""We're in 2007 already? Since when?"Hmm... different strokes for different folks I guess.Its been an interesting month, I would say. Spoke for a youth retreat. Returned to preach at GRYP's Parent Open Day. Invited to share for lunch hour meeting in KL. Along the way, was blessed to be able to introduce BOH material and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/6014310665032131054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/6014310665032131054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/02/january.html' title='January'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-1382437903344652148</id><published>2007-01-24T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T03:48:05.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2007</title><summary type='text'>Hello to anyone out there! Yup - over 3 weeks into the new year, and now i'm welcoming It! Haha. To my defence, like I told friends, my year end break is only beginning now.... have been on the go with one thing hot on the heels of the previous all the way since November 2006 I think. Culminating with last week end's Retreat for Agape Gospel!A lot has happened - maybe not in terms of actions but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/1382437903344652148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/1382437903344652148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-2007.html' title='Welcome 2007'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-116114239773527218</id><published>2006-10-18T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T11:33:17.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T LEAVE IT ON THE DESK!</title><summary type='text'>There was a certain Professor of Religion named Dr. Christianson, a studious man who taught at a small college in the western United States.Dr. Christianson taught the required survey course in Christianity at this particular institution.  Every student was required to take this course his or her freshman year, regardless of his or her major.Although Dr. Christianson tried hard to communicate the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/116114239773527218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/116114239773527218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-leave-it-on-desk.html' title='DON&apos;T LEAVE IT ON THE DESK!'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-115753133449650267</id><published>2006-09-06T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:34:53.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.... something light, or is it?</title><summary type='text'>From A Strictly Mathematical Point of ViewWhat equals 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been in situations where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 101%? What equals 100% in life? Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions: If: A B C D E F G H</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115753133449650267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115753133449650267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmm-something-light-or-is-it.html' title='Hmm.... something light, or is it?'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-115745332484565646</id><published>2006-09-05T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:48:48.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success</title><summary type='text'>Hmm.... interesting word. What does it really mean? Does it always mean the same thing? As a Christian, can I be a success? Does it mean I'll just be accepted to God and have joy and security in Heaven. What about on earth? Can I be successful on earth &amp; still be a great Christian? Or are they competing thought, over which I have to choose either one or the other?If someone tells me - well as a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115745332484565646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115745332484565646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2006/09/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-115690548952756481</id><published>2006-08-30T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:42:04.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication</title><summary type='text'>Wow! This must be a new record - maybe I am turning into a blogger.... or just have too much free time!!! Haha... Dinner last night. Well I survived. Quite pleasant truth be told - not at all what I feared - to my dinner companion - thanks for the sushi treat! Yup, those who know me will be, "what...?" And, nope - no plans to return for another sushi meal in awhile... a long while!Communication -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115690548952756481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115690548952756481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2006/08/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-115684063160709611</id><published>2006-08-29T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T16:47:33.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Persistence</title><summary type='text'>When you want something (someone?), you're never gonna take a simple NO for an answer are you? Receive the answer and walk away? NO WAY...You gonna keep on asking n asking n maybe even twisting hands a little to achieve what you hope for!I recently was asked for something. My almost immediate answer was 'No, sorry!' Which honestly, I wasn't. Answer came out automatically! This had happened </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115684063160709611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115684063160709611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2006/08/persistence.html' title='Persistence'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-115650048317844825</id><published>2006-08-25T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T13:11:04.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>512 Moment</title><summary type='text'>  It happened yesterday. For a long while, I havent really been seeking God for any specific testimonies - or even asking actively for anything materially. And honestly, I still am not. Yesterday, I decided I needed to check out some shoes. So there I was walking around - comparing notes on 3 different pairs - hesitating between them - that it happened!     What's a "512 moment"??? Well, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115650048317844825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115650048317844825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2006/08/512-moment.html' title='512 Moment'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-115640151978522272</id><published>2006-08-24T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T14:38:39.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-faceted</title><summary type='text'>LAst night we were at a worship conference - went for the last night of the series - so we only got a lick of the pan - of wat's going on there! Can tell that those with me felt kinda outta place - whole new experience. I'm talking way out!!! True to the words of the speaker actually!Tuesday we had been to a church's youth concert. That too was different - more to our taste, I must say! And of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115640151978522272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115640151978522272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2006/08/multi-faceted.html' title='Multi-faceted'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-115622972359249011</id><published>2006-08-22T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T14:55:23.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping out of the boat</title><summary type='text'>Routine! Sometimes we hate it - often actually!! Boring!!! Blah!! Source - same old same old!! Means we're crying out for change, right? Right? Haha... trick question?! Sometimes!I'm like looking ahead and I see that well, my routine is about to change - drastically! And guess what? I should be loving it... eagerly anticipating it... BUT, far from it.... I'm kinda terrified actually! What have I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115622972359249011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115622972359249011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2006/08/stepping-out-of-boat.html' title='Stepping out of the boat'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-115466438551772072</id><published>2006-08-04T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T12:06:25.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where was I a month ago?</title><summary type='text'>Woke up this morning with this thought running thru my head ... one month ago... all that rushing around... the COLD... the crowds... the new scenery... HILLSONG Conference!!! It was an awesome conference - for me more like a reminder, but for the team - could see it in some of their faces. Some almost not wanting to blink.../ and even wanting to pinch themselves almost!! After close to a year of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115466438551772072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115466438551772072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2006/08/where-was-i-month-ago.html' title='Where was I a month ago?'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-115466264042210917</id><published>2006-08-04T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T11:48:32.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is me</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115466264042210917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115466264042210917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-me.html' title='this is me'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32102791.post-115457889913333018</id><published>2006-08-03T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T15:10:52.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've done it...</title><summary type='text'>Woke up extra early this morning. Just jolted up. Wondered what to do? Decided I'd go for exercise - for me that meant a walk in the nearby park - needed to clear my head, and just allow Him to speak into me.Was pretty good weather - saw the people exercising - have not been here almost 3 months I think - its clearly 'showing'!!! Saw new fads in the exercise freaks here too..... hmm, need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115457889913333018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32102791/posts/default/115457889913333018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nirhal.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-done-it.html' title='I&apos;ve done it...'/><author><name>Nirhal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4X0eNNDDOc/SQmhTWM9tZI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9iUCAI4cEvU/S220/furry+bug.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
