<?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-8395072</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:43:38.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful Life of mine worth to be kept here</title><subtitle type='html'>There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." 
- Albert Einstein </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Santiago Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751178193582476619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395072.post-8346150216262568338</id><published>2011-09-01T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:49:04.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect match in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDi7dDlH-7g/Tl-pR0Ci-3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kFcWYZY18Qs/s1600/IMG00674-20110423-1824.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDi7dDlH-7g/Tl-pR0Ci-3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kFcWYZY18Qs/s200/IMG00674-20110423-1824.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647418581238086514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always like to tell people that there are no perfect couple or rather two people who were meant for one another in this world because it is simply a commitment for one another when you decide to start a new relationship together. And it is going to be a life long commitment if it continues to develop to the next level so therefore you might want to ask yourself this question when you start to date someone. I do tell people around me as well that the next relationship I wanted to commit into is the one which will be life long for me and hopefully the last one too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;It all started when I met her again in KL ever since we met one year ago back in Penang, she is this friendly, cute and principled kind of girl you would find in library usually or sometimes in debates or talks in which if you are not interested you will fall asleep. Well of course if I were at the talks or debates with her, I will be distracted naturally not because its boring but you know what I mean. Her first impression she gave me was that she is a very passionate kind of girl, one who would fight for things in which she believes in, one who wants to change the world or even the universe if it is possible so I must say she is a very ambitious girl which is a good thing as I always look to her for inspirations I could get to achieve whatever I want to do. Maybe it just has to be the very basic for a couple together as although they might not endeavor on the same thing they want to do in life but there has to be some sort of constant encouragement from one another to keep both going. Other than that, I think she totally took me away when I found out that she can writes and also she likes to make arguments on certain issues and topics we discuss about. I think I told my cell members before that I will always fall for a girl who can writes well because I always believe that it is important to be able to put down your thoughts as it somehow determines how someone view his/her life too. Needless to say, I fell for her straight as I was reading through her thoughts and stories she posted on her blog actually during that time without her knowing yet. Well well, with Google I think it is almost impossible to not find anything which exists in this world. I must say that I like her determination in life too, as how many people may have perceived it, life is not forever the colourful rainbow you see after the rain or like how the artist usually like to paint it-a very peaceful picture with nice sceneries and birds chirping on the tree, life is going to be tough as you seek to gain the most out of it but I know that if I were to go through this life with her, we will survive because she is a tough and very determined girl I ever know. Someone who will not give up easily as she faces uphill tasks but she will always seek for ways to overcome it instead. Someone who does not mind going through the thick and thin of life with you and hopes to share the best with you. She is the person I have just met and I hope to spend my life with.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although it is just a good eight months together as I wrote this but I feel that we have known each other for years maybe because of our characters which match very well and we could communicate to one another too. Understanding for one another is very crucial even as we want to progress in our relationship or even as we learn about one another s time passes. Not forgetting the commitment towards one another in terms of time, resources and most importantly encouragements to keep one another going as the going gets tougher in life. I just feel the need to post this as it marks another milestone in my life and I wanted it to be remembered for myself or even for her too as we sail on together to our next destination which only God knows where. But I am very grateful for her as I would not think I would get another better person who understands me so well and at the same time willing to bear with me so much. For that, I love you my dear. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395072-8346150216262568338?l=davidpek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/feeds/8346150216262568338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8395072&amp;postID=8346150216262568338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/8346150216262568338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/8346150216262568338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/2011/09/perfect-match-in-my-life.html' title='Perfect match in my life'/><author><name>Santiago Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751178193582476619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDi7dDlH-7g/Tl-pR0Ci-3I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kFcWYZY18Qs/s72-c/IMG00674-20110423-1824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395072.post-3502266368731516101</id><published>2010-11-07T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:52:30.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after Life Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt;A man may stop doing something but his mind is always thinking of what’s next for him as one’s mind is created in such a complex way that we are always thinking ahead of what we want to do though most of the time half the things we thought we may want to do are not done. Human beings just work the same as computers we use as it needs to be programmed with something so that it may continue to run and functions the way we want it to be or else it will be just another junk. So then it boils down to the question of what are the things we want to do in life as we may not have the whole life time to achieve the things we want to do as once the time passes, we are going to miss it just like that. This is going to be my another chapter of life as I view it since my participation in the Life Game and I think I needed to pen it down so much that i really goes back to writing again. It has always been something I wanted to do but never been explored because I already set the expected outcome for myself which is-its never going to happen. Writing, giving trainings and working with people to help them has always been what I wanted to do in my life as I see myself to have the potential in it. Even recently with the personality test which I have done, it reaffirms me again that my potential career is to be a teacher or trainer. It really shocks me as I did not expect that to be the outcome of the test but that’s what I have in mind of what I wanted to do actually. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Putting aside with all the plans &amp;amp; goals to achieve in this life, most of the time I think we have missed out this important thing in life which is the purpose of life. It is almost impossible to plan things without an objective or purpose as we do not know what to achieve in the end and it is the same with our life as we cannot live life without a purpose as when it comes to the end of it, we would not know whether we have achieve what we wanted to achieve or not. Its just like working for an employer, your boss will definitely set the kpi (key performance index) for you as when the new year starts and he will evaluate you at the end of the year to see how much you have achieve in order for him to reward you with bonuses. Imagine your life on this earth is just to work for your boss then it would be much simpler but the truth of life is you definitely have more then one boss to report to and you know who is the ultimate boss after all. Therefore do not be so simple minded to think that you only have one working boss to report to only in this life, worse still some have even made their spouse to be their boss. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt;In the last three days which I had participated in this Life Game camp, I had the opportunity to witness how my life is going to be for the next 31 years and it strongly hits me about one thing. For me, my life in the game is always about survival and I spent my whole life time searching and wondering around for the best method to survive. Everyone wants to be rich and healthy so therefore there is always a price to pay for that-your time which is equivalents to your life! In the beginning I had been searching high and low for a job to survive as I needed food, clothes &amp;amp; roof over my head to survive as I had missed my education opportunity so it was tough for me. Finally when I got a job, I really put in my 100% in my job to impress my boss and I managed to get promotions twice but after that somehow I still feel that this is not enough for me. Therefore I try to search for other alternatives to be rich and also for me to be able to retire young and enjoy my life. Then came this idea of pooling money together with my friends to buy properties to be rented out for extra income, for once we thought that we are going to be some property king in the city. On top of that, I even agreed to this idea of marrying another girl just because she has the higher prestige point so that it makes life easier for us if we get married. It is always about more convenient, easier and the more we can enjoy in life. Come to think about it, when it is more convenient for us, it definitely has to inconvenient someone else so that it can be more convenient for us. The same goes for other things, when it is becoming easy for us, someone else has to sacrifice to make it easy for us. Life can never be easy in the first place, for some of us it is easy as in the past many have sacrificed to make it easy for us. In a nut shell, this life we have never belongs to us as a certain part of it may have been the consequences of what our parents have done. We may not have been born if our parents do not exist so this life we have must have originates from one source of life. I like this quote by Martin Luther King- &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;"Life's most urgent question is: what are you doing for others?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996600"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since this life we have do not belong to us, it is only fair that we ask ourselves this question frequently to keep on reminding ourselves why we have this life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;It will definitely be a scary experience if we do know how or when our life is going to end while we are still living it, human beings are generally short sighted as we would not react till we are really told when is the day going to come. Some worse still even when they are told about it, they would not have respond as they are just too comfortable in it and feel that they would rather end their life just like that rather than to make a decision to change. To change or not to is always the decision you have to make for yourself and it takes effort and determination to do that. As I love to say it always- life is short, cut the crap ! &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/8395072-3502266368731516101?l=davidpek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/feeds/3502266368731516101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8395072&amp;postID=3502266368731516101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/3502266368731516101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/3502266368731516101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-after-life-game.html' title='Life after Life Game'/><author><name>Santiago Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751178193582476619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395072.post-116156372897284284</id><published>2006-10-23T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T09:44:08.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madam Tan Gek Eng-My beloved grandma</title><content type='html'>My phone rang this morning when the least i expected because i set my alarm at 9am,planned to have breakfast and head to the hospital for a visit.But my phone kept on ringing till i picked up and heard a lowly voice telling me she has passed away.My brain wasn't thinking of who might have called me early in the morning at 7am but straight away thought of my grandma who is lying down unconscious in the hospital.She has been unconscious for days since last sunday when she was admitted into the hospital after she fell.But that time she was fine as doctor said there is nothing much in her from the MRI scan and x-ray.Then the next day evening she was awake for a while and she could even regconised people around her but then came the following day she was back to unconsciousness.She shifted to the extra care unit rather than the intensive care unit.And doctor was telling she will not be long.And she went unconscious for the next few days till this morning she passed away.Her body has hardenend but blood still flows as there is still warmth in her body.&lt;br /&gt;Being someone who has spent quite sometime with her in her life time,i musy say she is a wonderous person.She is smart,active,talkative and she likes to care about everybody.She will bargain with the seller whenever she buys something and makes sure she didn't get cheated.She has always been a very good neighbour wherever she goes and she loves to care about others.She will talk to strangers from day one and become good friends from there.Basically she loves to talk,talk just about everything she sees and she knows.So we are kind of afraid when she visits from one family to another,she will tell us what other families did and how bad in the way they deal with certain things.All secrets in the family will be revealed.Besides talking she loves cooking and eating as well.Still fresh in my mind that whenever she comes over to where i stay last time,my mother will always forbids her to cook because she is just too careless to cook(she was 6o plus that time).Ended up my mother will cook everyday so to prevent her from entering the kitchen and create a mess there.&lt;br /&gt;As an active person she is,whenever she comes over,she will want to go out and the only place she can go is the market which is quite near but still requires some walking.She wants to walk,she wants to go from place to place but then her legs cannot support her.She still comes to visit us when she can walk because there are staircases she needs to climb coming to the place i last stayed.And those are the time my mother will be very worried that she will fall.After all she is just the person you would want to be with because she is  entertaining and  humorous .&lt;br /&gt;There is only one thing she has not been receiving which is the most important thing-Christ.I cannot help but feel guilty for not being able to make her path right.She is a stubborn person and she has been brought up with Buddhism since she was young.May the Lord keeps her soul and bless her.....Popo,thanks for being who you are and all the advice and contributions you have made for this big family.Without you all of us won't be who we are today........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395072-116156372897284284?l=davidpek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/feeds/116156372897284284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8395072&amp;postID=116156372897284284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/116156372897284284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/116156372897284284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/2006/10/madam-tan-gek-eng-my-beloved-grandma.html' title='Madam Tan Gek Eng-My beloved grandma'/><author><name>Santiago Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751178193582476619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395072.post-113345146351665934</id><published>2005-12-01T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T16:41:58.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>As I am lying down comfortably on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;I start to think of what constitutes my day,&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of another person but you who have brighten up my day greatly,&lt;br /&gt;Being with you alone takes my soul away from my body,&lt;br /&gt;The more on a rainy day,your presence warms my heart,&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't be so exciting and inspiring without you in a day of mine as i pray and hope that i will get to see you again the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395072-113345146351665934?l=davidpek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/feeds/113345146351665934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8395072&amp;postID=113345146351665934' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/113345146351665934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/113345146351665934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/2005/12/rainy-day.html' title='A Rainy Day'/><author><name>Santiago Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751178193582476619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395072.post-113223625624164437</id><published>2005-11-17T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T11:40:34.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you pass your listening test?</title><content type='html'>I love to be a listener actually though sometimes I looked like I love to talk more than I listen. Its been part and parcel of life for us to listen and say the things we want to express from our mind or heart to other people. We can talk about a lot of things in life the moment we open our eyes when we are still on our bed, we could have yell at our siblings, roommate or even friends who stay in the same room at us, “ Wake up you lazy bum! Its time for classes or work.” And that’s the first sentence we say on the day to other people. Following the hours, we might just be scolding another person who gets on our feet or praising another person who gives us a big hand in our work and etc. We talk a lot in a day and sometimes more than what we should. According to the statistics, girls can talk like how many million words in a day alone much more than the guys. No doubt girls are more expressive than guys and also they love to talk behind people’s back. Talking is a good exercise to move our mouth jaws and jokes that are made out of talking can help to ease us mentally especially after a long day of works and tensions in life. Yes we can  talk from the east to the west but how much do we listen in a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening is a good test of patience, a good listener will never ask for the person talking to stop and that shows that he or she is a patient person. Sometimes we pretend to listen to others but actually we hate what the other person says. Sometimes we do pay attention to listen but it doesn’t seems to go into our mind what the other person says. And at times we do listen and know what the other person is saying but when asked by the other person to repeat what we heard, we do not know how to repeat and therefore misunderstood by the other person that we do not listen to them talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had many chances to listen to other people mumbling, crying, complaining, babbling, rambling, blabbing, blathering, enthusing, prating, loosing out every emotions they have in front of me and left me stunned sometimes without knowing how to handle them. But I guess I learnt from them as well by listening to them on how they relate themselves to other people. Listening to the people who share their problem to you is actually a privilege because out of so many friends of theirs you are chosen to be shared with so do appreciate every time your friend call up through phones or knocking on the doors. Do spend time with them and make them feel relieved for what they are facing. Try not to mention things which will sadden them but to cheer them up with things or events which will bring them good memories. To all my friends out there,it is indeed my privilege and honour to be able to listen to what you are willing to share with me no matter it is problems you had or happy things you experienced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395072-113223625624164437?l=davidpek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/feeds/113223625624164437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8395072&amp;postID=113223625624164437' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/113223625624164437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/113223625624164437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/2005/11/have-you-pass-your-listening-test.html' title='Have you pass your listening test?'/><author><name>Santiago Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751178193582476619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395072.post-112900203744051838</id><published>2005-10-11T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:40:37.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2171/567/1600/i%20am%20sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2171/567/400/i%20am%20sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From I am Sam to I am David, I have no identity but was amazed by the many identities people have crafted in the sphere of this life where nothing else would takes place but the Love of God portrayed into this simple life which we have. It is simple yet complicated at the same time. Its simple because human life are so fragile where you will end your life just when a brick falls on your head when you were walking alone on the street checking out some girls. At the same time, life is so complicated when a father keeps on persevering without any thoughts of giving up just because things do not go his way and these are all for his dear little daughter who was being taken away from him. He is a bit retarded and yet that doesn’t stop him from loving his daughter because he is a loving father by himself. He wanted to give all his best to his daughter even when what he has was little. Even to the extent of all his friend would willingly fork out money in supporting him to get a new pair of shoe for his daughter because they all know full well that he loves his daughter so much.&lt;br /&gt;Now I begin to understand the sacrificial love from a father who has only the mentality of a seven year old kid can be so much that his daughter fills up everything in his life. It is indeed very true that when his defendant lawyer objected by saying that loving your own kid doesn’t require you to be someone smart or for you to have the highest score in the IQ test. Even a dog which has no spirit understand what is love and how to love his or her kids. What more to a human being who has the spirit whom God has blown into every one of us when he created us.&lt;br /&gt;Sam was the main character in the movie along side with his daughter Lucy and his defendant lawyer whom he got it for free-Rita Harrison. Not only he made it for himself eventually by getting back his daughter but he made Rita realized the importance of her own son as well whom she is a busy lawyer with all the wealth. Besides all these, not forgetting his group of friends who are always being supportive of him and they are there whenever he needs them. Probably this is the best of life of what we can experience through him alone, He who prepares everything for us will make sure we get through it safely. The best of life-friendships who bring out the best in you as you grow together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395072-112900203744051838?l=davidpek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/feeds/112900203744051838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8395072&amp;postID=112900203744051838' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/112900203744051838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/112900203744051838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-sam.html' title='I am Sam'/><author><name>Santiago Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751178193582476619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395072.post-112369426957563676</id><published>2005-08-10T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T01:17:49.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid of being ALONE?</title><content type='html'>I woke up alone on the bed one morning,not knowing where i was but i know i can't be anywhere else unless I was brought to somewhere because in my own consciousness i remember vividly where i was and where i belong to.I know this would happen one day as the older you become the smaller your circle of friends will be.It is either because i have become more choosy as in the friends that i will mix with or my friends have abandoned me along the way when we grow up.The latter sounds a little bit sad as i am the one being abandoned.The feeling of being abandoned or left behind is terrible and you wouldn't want it happen to you more than once unless it is unavoidable.But as it is in life,somethings are unavoidable and we seem not to be the one who is in control all the time as we wouldn't know what will happen next simply because life is so fragile and short as we spend our everyday life starting with waking up and end it with lying down on the bed again.You can choose not to sleep but after a few nights of burning midnight oils you will somehow feel worn out and need to get back to rest.One fact that we will have to admit we are all human beings who need rest so much if not our body will get worn out faster than it should be.But no matter what,we all need accompaniments as we get along with our life which seem to be so boring and mundane everyday.You wake up,get yourself washed up and be ready to face the people you will normally face everyday and then you will have to take in at least three meals for normal people and you will end your day by coming back tired,trying to find your favourite spot at home to relax then slowly go onto your bed after finishing your night meal.If there is no accompaniments in life,i can't imagine how it will be as there will be one to be with you and to share with you what you are going through every moment in life.As the saying goes,no man is an island.We can't just live on our own but we need our family members,friends,brothers and sisiters in christ and also relatives to support us in every step that we take.Human beings are always dependant on each other as we lead our life individually.Sometimes we are afraid to be alone because we simply cannot make a decision for ourself but we need affirmations from others on what we are doing and what we are going to do.Even sometimes we are so confident of doing it also we want others to know what we are doing simply just to get a word or a sentence of praise from the people we tell them.We will somehow feel better or proud of ourselves as we do that but it does not neccessary means we are proud and arrogant but we need just a 'yes' from our best friends as sometimes we will not be able to do to our best without them supporting us.Life will never be perfect though as we can see sometimes if we were to rely too much on our best friends or even our partner in life,we feel being betrayed or dissapointed as they stab us from our back or leave us when it is the time we need them most.Despite that,we still need them to be at our side knowing that's the possibilities which will happen.But we trust them that they would not do this to us.Talk about being in a relationsip,do we involve ourself in a relationship just because we need accompaniments or we feel the loneliness keep on growing in us which we need to overcome by getting a future partner in life or rather many youngsters call it boyfriend or girlfriend these days.When comes to a certain age,we will somehow like to mingle around with people of opposite sex as we have the extra hormones in us which make us extra active.We have the tendancy to wanting to be accompanied all the time especially for those from broken families.They do not have all the family's love and concern they need when comes to a certain point of age so they tend to revert to love from a friend of opposite sex.The love of God encompasses all of the love on earth which we can find,it is never what you will expect as it is from our parents or best friends but it comes as a surprise everyday as you draw closer to Him.Your love is amazing,steady and unchanging......here goes the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Hallelujah (Your Love Is Amazing)&lt;br /&gt;Written by Brenton Brown &amp;amp; Brian Doerksen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             G                         C2&lt;br /&gt;Your love is amazing, steady and unchanging&lt;br /&gt;               Dsus                        C2&lt;br /&gt;Your love is a mountain, firm beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;              G                          C2&lt;br /&gt;Your love is a mystery, how you gently lift me&lt;br /&gt;             Dsus                        C2&lt;br /&gt;When I am surrounded, your love carries me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;      G          Dsus&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;      Em7  C2&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, your love makes me sing&lt;br /&gt;      G          Dsus&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;      Em7  C2&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, your love makes me sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              G                        C2&lt;br /&gt;Your love is surprising, I can feel it rising&lt;br /&gt;                   Dsus                   C2&lt;br /&gt;All the joy that's growing deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;             G                          C2&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you, all your goodness shines through&lt;br /&gt;                    Dsus                   C2&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel this God song, rising up in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2000 Vineyard Songs (UK/Eire)&lt;br /&gt;CCLI# 1596342&lt;br /&gt;Album: Come Now is the Time to Worship&lt;br /&gt;      25 Top Vineyard Worship Songs&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395072-112369426957563676?l=davidpek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/feeds/112369426957563676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8395072&amp;postID=112369426957563676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/112369426957563676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/112369426957563676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/2005/08/afraid-of-being-alone.html' title='Afraid of being ALONE?'/><author><name>Santiago Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751178193582476619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395072.post-112291888150728115</id><published>2005-08-02T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T01:54:41.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is like riding a roller coaster,the higher and the faster it is,the more excitements you wil get.</title><content type='html'>It just feel strange when i decided to pen this down but to me it is something worthwhile to be recorded as i think it opens up the other side of me even though i might not be in a relationship but it is sufficient for me to enjoy this very moment itself.The romantic moments that you used to have just come back in a flip of coint without you knowing it and it keeps on growing.Nothing else can be more romantic than just to enjoy this moment itself.People say being in love is like discovering a piece of flower and as you discover more,you open up petal by petal of the flower.The more you open up,the more you will discover and it tastes sweet as how the flower seeds should be.For me it is like what i put the title as, riding a roller coaster which will never ends.When riding a roller coaster,you will not know what's in front to expect though the route which it will takes is fixed but yet surprises just keep on coming as you have no time to think of what's going to come next.It is fast no doubt as you decided to ride on it and i think it takes some patience too because most rides will need you to queue up long for it.It actually tests on your patience as well as you will need to queue up for it and there are so many more other interesting rides which are available but you have chose to wait for this ride which you are willing to sacrifice your time to wait for it.There might not be enough time for you to try all the other rides but you insist on this ride as you believe it will bring you to another height which will satisfies your soul and mind completely.It brings excitements as you will never expect it to be and some chose to hide the excitements by showing a pale white face,some will scream it out loud and some who can't take it will vomit straight away after probably a heavy meal.The person who shows a pale white face is a person who actually trying to hide their feelings by not revealing it to the person they like but not that they do not like the roller coaster ride,just that they are too shy or being careful not to scare the person thinking of the person may not like them.This type of person is playing on the safe side,observing and watching carefully from time to time to see if there is any chance to find out more about the person they like.The important question goes whether the person like them or not,whether the person is sharing the same feeling as they do.As for the second type of people,they are quite straight forward as they do not like to hide anything which came to them or probably i should say that they can't keep the words they have in their mind or heart.They have to throw it out as soon as possible then only they will feel comfortable.They cannot keep secret even to themselves,they have to confess everything that they have,whatever feelings that comes up to them towards another person.Now the  third type of people,this type of people are not ready basically for any relationship to take place.They went for the ride thinking that it will be fun but they don't think of the consequences that they are going to face after going for the ride and they always think that they will be able to take it but in the end they fail to do so.Not only they can't take it but they have to push it away then only they feel regret about it.They do not know what they want but just thought that it will be fun to go for a ride probably to release some stress or get out from what they are busy doing to try on something new.They ended up hurting each other after the ride they took and some even do not bother one another after that.It is fun but serious at the same time whenever you want to take on a relationship,a relationship from friend to a level where both of you wanting to proceed with further progress.That's wonderful if both of you are willing to commit and to make that ride all the time fun.It pays to get a ride and you will definitely need to commit yourself towards the relationship,you won't get to enjoy the fun without any sacrifices.It is not just about the thrill of shouting out loud when the roller coaster goes higher or faster but the need to maintain that fun throughout the whole process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395072-112291888150728115?l=davidpek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/feeds/112291888150728115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8395072&amp;postID=112291888150728115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/112291888150728115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/112291888150728115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-is-like-riding-roller-coasterthe.html' title='Love is like riding a roller coaster,the higher and the faster it is,the more excitements you wil get.'/><author><name>Santiago Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751178193582476619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395072.post-111510299615182203</id><published>2005-05-03T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T14:49:56.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/2932/640/DSC06326.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/2932/320/DSC06326.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though cannot be compared to the oldest school in state which has much more history than we do but my school is the oldest and largest among all chinese schools in penang.This was taken outside the main road where i went past in the car,thought of taking down this scene to remember my seven years spent in this place.All Chung Ling boys say AI WU CHUNG LING one more time!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395072-111510299615182203?l=davidpek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/feeds/111510299615182203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8395072&amp;postID=111510299615182203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/111510299615182203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/111510299615182203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/2005/05/though-cannot-be-compared-to-oldest.html' title=''/><author><name>Santiago Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751178193582476619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395072.post-111510269254017928</id><published>2005-05-03T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T14:44:52.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/2932/640/DSC06333.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/2932/320/DSC06333.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the side view of it where you can see the new building of my school which was built during my time.I suffered the noise pollution last time whenever we were in school so that the current students can enjoy this white five-storeys building now.And right in front of my school has two basketball courts where i had my PE all the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395072-111510269254017928?l=davidpek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/feeds/111510269254017928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8395072&amp;postID=111510269254017928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/111510269254017928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/111510269254017928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-side-view-of-it-where-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Santiago Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751178193582476619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395072.post-111510223908901667</id><published>2005-05-03T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T14:37:19.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/2932/640/DSC06332.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/2932/320/DSC06332.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further on i was sent to this so called second best chinese primary school in penang and i was quite proud to be here because i think i won the most trophies and prizes here...not many but it was considered the best for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395072-111510223908901667?l=davidpek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/feeds/111510223908901667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8395072&amp;postID=111510223908901667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/111510223908901667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/111510223908901667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/2005/05/further-on-i-was-sent-to-this-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Santiago Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751178193582476619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395072.post-111510056122623459</id><published>2005-05-03T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:07:58.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/2932/640/DSC06334.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/2932/320/DSC06334.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the backyard of my kindergarten which there used to be a nice playground but now cut down to just a simple swing which is very unlikely to attract the kids here.Probably the time has changes to just keyboard and mouse.How sad isn't it? &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395072-111510056122623459?l=davidpek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/feeds/111510056122623459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8395072&amp;postID=111510056122623459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/111510056122623459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/111510056122623459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-this-is-backyard-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Santiago Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751178193582476619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395072.post-111509929323909360</id><published>2005-05-03T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:48:52.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/2932/640/DSC06336.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/2932/320/DSC06336.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the compound of the kindergarten which is also the trinity church.Looking at the kid enjoying himself,feel like joining him for the thrill of it but couldn't help it life moves on even i choose to reminisce on my past.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395072-111509929323909360?l=davidpek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/feeds/111509929323909360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8395072&amp;postID=111509929323909360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/111509929323909360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/111509929323909360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-compound-of-kindergarten-which_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Santiago Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751178193582476619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395072.post-111509846456282629</id><published>2005-05-03T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T13:34:24.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/2932/640/DSC06335.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/2932/320/DSC06335.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where i spent my two years before my primary school and i think it was so fast that i couldn't recall a lot of things which i have done here but i remembered i was shy and i acted as a tiger in the graduation day's performance.It was a play i think which i can hardly recall now but its fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395072-111509846456282629?l=davidpek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/feeds/111509846456282629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8395072&amp;postID=111509846456282629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/111509846456282629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/111509846456282629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-where-i-spent-my-two-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Santiago Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751178193582476619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395072.post-111375665374426269</id><published>2005-04-18T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T00:50:53.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity</title><content type='html'>IDENTITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question which always seems to be the very popular one when someone got fed-up with his or her life will asks WHO AM I ? Am I someone that really contributes to the society or just another parasite in the society to reap what are good in the society and just ignore what those that are bad ?Am I someone famous after I did something unusual or something which has never been done before so that I get the media’s attention? Or rather will I say I am just someone ordinary and has nothing to do with this society that I am living in and I am just hoping that I will be able to earn a living and enjoy myself in it? Or it could be the worst that you can ever imagine of, someone who isn’t of any contributor but just spoiler of everything or it can be the society’s impediment to more developments. So who am I actually to even to write this and tell you who you are or even to remind myself of who I am actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nobody in this world who tries my very hard to be somebody but in the end I am still a nobody if me myself choose to be the nobody I used to be. But before this question is asked, another question need to be asked which is who sets the standard of who I am? Am I the one to set the standard for myself to be who I wanted to be? If this is the case, many will never complaint enough of how they didn’t get to be who they wanted to be and instead ended up in being somebody under someone’s expectation or rather ended up something which they never have expected in their life. Doing something extraordinary means something to you? A lot of extraordinary people who did something which others aren’t able to do or they are the pioneers in doing it said that they have never expected themselves to achieve what they have achieved today. It is totally out of their expectations in doing things as what they are doing now. So again we will have to come back to the question who sets the standard in saying that this is what you are going to do in your life and you shall have no regrets about it but instead be proud of what you will be doing. Then only we can answer the question of who are we actually. But how can we solve this if we ourselves don’t even know what is going to happen in the next minute, there might be a power failure and I couldn’t type what’s in my mind now to be conveyed to you if you are reading this. Or there might be an earthquake or rather second tsunami to come as you know I live on a little island in Malaysia called Penang. Maybe I am just too pessimistic about life and I should say something like wow maybe the next minute someone will call up to me and say you have won yourself a new car in a lucky draw competition which you have entered last month. Or maybe the girl that I have been falling in love with will call up me and confess to me that she loves me so much. And if this really happen, the first thing that is going to happen to me will be I am flat on the floor because I just fainted. So how can we actually determine our future if even the next minute we don’t even know what will happen? Then if we can’t even answer the first question, how are we going to answer for the second question? Who am I? Is it others who determines who am I? I live as how my parents wanted me to be. They wanted me to be a doctor when I grown up so I make sure I am good in my biology so to ensure my path to become a doctor is safe. Or will the someone in your life you have decided to be together with decides who you are? He or she wants you to be more gentle while you are not even a person who can talk softly. Will you submit to him or her as u get along with he or she? U can have a list of that whom couples who are together always complaint between each other about their shortcomings and both of them wanted one another to be someone in their mind as a lover should be. Or can it be the teacher in your primary school who always treated you as her pet in class determines who you are? There can be so many person in your life whom you have met in different levels of your life as you journey along it. So the question is are they someone who determines who you want to be or rather you yourself who choose to be who you wanted to be since young? This question will never ends here if you are a Christian who believes that there is a God who made us who we are and how we are going to be like in the future. I believe that this God is going to determines my future and my everything in life. I shall rest my life upon you as you gave it to me and I pray that you will mould me into who you want me to be. So IDENTITY   , is it about you , me or rather the one who created all of us…..i shall leave this question to you to answer it for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395072-111375665374426269?l=davidpek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/feeds/111375665374426269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8395072&amp;postID=111375665374426269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/111375665374426269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8395072/posts/default/111375665374426269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/2005/04/identity.html' title='Identity'/><author><name>Santiago Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12751178193582476619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8395072.post-110538391464259109</id><published>2005-01-11T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T19:04:49.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence as a little boy</title><content type='html'>I grew up as who i am today,a young man with many responsibilties to life and many commitments on earth.An innocent boy who grew up not knowing many things yet but try to act like one who knows.Sometimes chanting the many things in life and yet have to face with it in the end.Life is yours,its up to you how you want it to be and be responsible for it.That's the sentence always played to me whenever i did something wrong or comes to making life decisions.No doubt my parents are the most influential people in my life but i guess i am still learning how i can be influenced by God more than them.But again it can be God who is influencing me through them.Never grew up without God leading me since i was brought into this world,a world full of worries and violences.A world that will never satisfies and be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Life can never be boring,in fact it is so exciting.I always imagine life as a drama stage where there are many actors and actresses on it playing different roles and coming out at different time.Each and everyone of them have their script to follow and also dialogue to say.And normally before the real presentation of the drama,all the people on stage and behind stage have to work together and practise for thousand of times depends on the quality they would want to put up.All these actually represents the typical or mundane things that we have to go through in our life,many studies till you get a degree,get a partner and followed by marriage then have a wonderful family with kids followed by bringing up the kids.....etc.I guess these are what we have to do whether you like it or not of course you can choose not to get a partner.Then when comes to a play,there will always be a scriptwriter and director for the play.Without them there will not be any ideas fo having this play involving so many people to be on stage.In this case,God is always the director and scriptwriter for me.I feel as though my life has been written out in a script and i am called to be the main character in the play in my own life.Whether or not i will be someone who is very famous or popular is fated and everything will just go according to what it have been planned.Many people are arguing that this is absotulutely wrong but i do agree.They argued that humans do always have the right to make decision for themselves and that is true but somehow our God is a sovereign God who is reigning over us.Anything that happens are from our decisions but it is God who makes us make that decisions in order for His plan to be carried out.That happens also on stage when sometimes some of the actors or actresses do not like what they are called to do or say and they want to do it their way,they will be stopped by the director to redo and take that particular scene again till he satisfies.He is always the one who controls and execute what's in His plan for us.He may wants us to go through some embarrassing moments where we have to endure and also difficult moments in life.People that we meet in life can be from all walks of life as we enlarge our circles of acquiantances.People who are honest and scrupulous simultaneosuly,generous as how people know him or her but stingy,people who are serious about life but also those who are wasting away everyday of thier lives........and many many more.All these are people who wear masks on the stage,they don't have to be responsible on what they do because they are not identified and they can achieve what they want faster by disguising as another person.These are all which made up the ups and downs in life i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I always like this saying,live life as though its a miracle to you everyday.It is indeed a miracle from God who gives you breath every morning when you wake up from your bed.He could have just take it away your breath just before you manage to get up but He didn't and that's for sure for a reason He will reveal to you as you seek Him more.Live your life well everyday as if today will be the last day for you and make sure you have no regrets for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8395072-110538391464259109?l=davidpek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidpek.blogspot.com/feeds/110538391464259109/comments/default' title='Post 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