<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-7689047139643754899</id><updated>2024-09-09T13:08:39.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As The Wind</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a great collection of my journals and of the things I think about. Happy reading everyone. ^^&#xa;&#xa;God Bless You. :)&#xa;&#xa;-Nill Yap-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-3435252079262440472</id><published>2015-10-28T08:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2015-10-28T08:51:26.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Sky</title><content type='html'>Every night, I watch the stars through the window wide open. As the night breeze catches me on 26th floor, I can&#39;t help but think about how relaxing it is---how a night is better slept with soft music and instrumentals, and just think your problems away. Tis&#39; the night sky. Tis&#39; the stars. Tis&#39; Heaven.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/3435252079262440472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2015/10/night-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/3435252079262440472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/3435252079262440472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2015/10/night-sky.html' title='Night Sky'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-5041432637113756874</id><published>2015-10-11T07:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2015-10-11T07:56:12.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Where The Few Go</title><content type='html'>I always wanted to explore the world we live in. The wilderness, the mountains, the beaches. I always wanted to travel to places where I could quietly ponder about the environment, and about life. I have too much of the city, and although this is my home, there&#39;s nothing better than to have time outs. I wanna go hiking in the mountains, or scouting in the forest, by my own or with other people. I always had that thirst to have adventure, not only for the thrills, but for self realizations also.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t want to visit places covered in concrete and beautiful buildings making up the scenery. I don&#39;t wanna go out of town or country and proceed to luxury entertainment and hotels. I wanna go out on places with less people, and more nature. Camping, fishing, hiking, and running out there. Somewhere like Alaska, or Australian desert, or the Himalayas, or even the forests of Northern America. Someday, I will.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/5041432637113756874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2015/10/go-where-few-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/5041432637113756874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/5041432637113756874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2015/10/go-where-few-go.html' title='Go Where The Few Go'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-2801227985517853408</id><published>2015-10-01T18:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2015-10-01T18:02:34.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment to Notice</title><content type='html'>It happened once, an ordinary day going home after work. The streets were busy and I was there, in a jeep in the middle. In the edge of the jeepney where I sitted, opposite accross me face-to-face was an innocent-looking girl about my age. She was wearing her working uniform and she was also on the way home. I looked at her, knowing we were taking turns on sleeping and waking up for a couple of minutes. She has a very beautiful smile. The questions of she having a suitor or boyfriend only appeared to me in a split second, &#39;cause I knew, we are only strangers. But once in that moment, I had imagined, what if she noticed me the way I noticed her? Would I have enough courage to talk to her? Would it have been a chance to know her? Was it fate, or a missed opportunity? Was it right, or a big mistake? Thoughts like these went up to my consciousness. But all I knew was, she was one of the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I don&#39;t know if I will ever see her again. But I&#39;m always hoping, maybe one day, in that same jeepney, on that same rush hour, I will see her again, sitted accross me, quietly just taking a nap.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/2801227985517853408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2015/10/a-moment-to-notice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/2801227985517853408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/2801227985517853408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2015/10/a-moment-to-notice.html' title='A Moment to Notice'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-6968624522653079335</id><published>2014-11-14T16:37:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2014-11-14T16:38:47.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Me Now</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am. Done in China, passed the HSK6, and engaged in working life. How is working?&lt;br /&gt;
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I would say you would only use 20% of what you learned in college in working. What the...Why?! Because working does not demand your full knowledge, but demands your attentiveness in routine. How? You do the same thing everyday, and get bored almost everyday. That&#39;s work!&lt;br /&gt;
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But the fun thing is, &amp;nbsp;although with the same routine, I experience different kinds of fun or trouble everyday! I am a teacher, and teaching isn&#39;t boring for me. It&#39;s actually fun, not because of the things you teach, but because of what happens to the students everyday. There are fights, or mood swings everytime everywhere. Some days they&#39;re behaved, some days they&#39;re like wild animals. Haha! But that&#39;s what&#39;s fun about being a teacher! So, the question I ask myself now is: What will happen today? :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6968624522653079335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2014/11/well-here-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/6968624522653079335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/6968624522653079335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2014/11/well-here-i-am.html' title='The Me Now'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-758265695166903940</id><published>2013-10-15T00:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-15T00:16:44.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m Her #1 Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 10.5000pt; mso-spacerun: &#39;yes&#39;;&quot;&gt;There&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;one&amp;nbsp;person&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;life&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;respect,&amp;nbsp;love,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;salute&amp;nbsp;on.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;can&amp;nbsp;say&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;bravest&amp;nbsp;person&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;met&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;life.&amp;nbsp;She&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;kind,&amp;nbsp;responsible,&amp;nbsp;generous,&amp;nbsp;loving,&amp;nbsp;caring,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;most&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;all&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;willing&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;sacrifice&amp;nbsp;everything&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;family.&amp;nbsp;All&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;life&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;never&amp;nbsp;hated&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;even&amp;nbsp;kept&amp;nbsp;an&amp;nbsp;anger&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;her.&amp;nbsp;She&amp;nbsp;guided&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;well&amp;nbsp;all&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;childhood&amp;nbsp;days&amp;nbsp;up&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;teenage&amp;nbsp;days.&amp;nbsp;At&amp;nbsp;times&amp;nbsp;when&amp;nbsp;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 10.5000pt; mso-spacerun: &#39;yes&#39;;&quot;&gt;’m&amp;nbsp;naughty&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;misbehaving,&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;times&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;I’m&amp;nbsp;not&amp;nbsp;listening&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;messing&amp;nbsp;things&amp;nbsp;up,&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;never&amp;nbsp;shouted&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;hitted&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;something.&amp;nbsp;She&amp;nbsp;never&amp;nbsp;physically&amp;nbsp;hurted&amp;nbsp;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 10.5000pt; mso-spacerun: &#39;yes&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 10.5000pt; mso-spacerun: &#39;yes&#39;;&quot;&gt;Because&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;father&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;someone&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;can’t&amp;nbsp;count&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;to,&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;mom&amp;nbsp;has&amp;nbsp;been&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;one&amp;nbsp;working&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;us&amp;nbsp;since&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;childhood&amp;nbsp;days.&amp;nbsp;Although&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;remember&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;dad&amp;nbsp;working&amp;nbsp;once,&amp;nbsp;It’s&amp;nbsp;only&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;mom&amp;nbsp;whom&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;memories&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;someone&amp;nbsp;working&amp;nbsp;early&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;coming&amp;nbsp;home&amp;nbsp;tired.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;can&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;remember&amp;nbsp;every&amp;nbsp;time&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;mom&amp;nbsp;comes&amp;nbsp;back&amp;nbsp;home.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;can&amp;nbsp;always&amp;nbsp;remember&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;tired&amp;nbsp;face&amp;nbsp;when&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;opens&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;back&amp;nbsp;door&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;our&amp;nbsp;house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 10.5000pt; mso-spacerun: &#39;yes&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 10.5000pt; mso-spacerun: &#39;yes&#39;;&quot;&gt;There&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;never&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;birthday&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;didn’t&amp;nbsp;greet&amp;nbsp;me.&amp;nbsp;Even&amp;nbsp;though&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;another&amp;nbsp;place,&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;always&amp;nbsp;finds&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;way&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;let&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;hear&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;greeting.&amp;nbsp;To&amp;nbsp;tell&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;truth,&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;person&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;amazes&amp;nbsp;me.&amp;nbsp;Sometimes,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;think,&amp;nbsp;can&amp;nbsp;anyone&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 10.5000pt; mso-spacerun: &#39;yes&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 10.5000pt; mso-spacerun: &#39;yes&#39;;&quot;&gt;For&amp;nbsp;me,&amp;nbsp;no&amp;nbsp;prize&amp;nbsp;can&amp;nbsp;equal&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;amount&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;effort&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;puts&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;us&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;good&amp;nbsp;life.&amp;nbsp;Since&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;childhood,&amp;nbsp;even&amp;nbsp;though&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;tired&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;work,&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;always&amp;nbsp;tried&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;do&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;best&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;tutor&amp;nbsp;us&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;help&amp;nbsp;us&amp;nbsp;with&amp;nbsp;our&amp;nbsp;homeworks.&amp;nbsp;Not&amp;nbsp;only&amp;nbsp;me,&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;also&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;two&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 10.5000pt; mso-spacerun: &#39;yes&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 10.5000pt; mso-spacerun: &#39;yes&#39;;&quot;&gt;I’m&amp;nbsp;proud&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;call&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;person&amp;nbsp;“My&amp;nbsp;Mom.&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;best&amp;nbsp;Mom&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;World.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: 10.5000pt; mso-spacerun: &#39;yes&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Why is it when it&#39;s school time, you badly long for a vacation? We hate Mondays and love Fridays. Although I don&#39;t know with people who are working, but for us students, it&#39;s those Fridays that give us excitement. Yes?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/4970928939876102418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2013/10/i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/4970928939876102418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/4970928939876102418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2013/10/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder...'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-1687313181388766087</id><published>2013-10-03T09:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-03T09:04:52.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Moment When You Ponder And Think</title><content type='html'>What if we are bound to someone-our other half. What if in every lifetime that we have here on this world, there is that someone who is always destined to meet us, to be with us, to love us, and to protect us. In our past lives, present lives, and future lives. What if there is someone out there who&#39;s just waiting. Someone who&#39;s just waiting for the right time to meet us. What if...what if it&#39;s true...that whatever we do, we are bound to others. And that destiny will always point us to that right one.&lt;div&gt;
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I&#39;ve been thinking. How many lives did we live in the past? Is reincarnation true? Is being bound to one soul true? Is being connected to one person true? Which time it may be. Which place we might meet. Is there that someone, who from your past life was your lover?&lt;/div&gt;
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What if everything I said was true? What if...two people are always destined together.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/1687313181388766087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2013/10/that-moment-when-you-ponder-and-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/1687313181388766087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/1687313181388766087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2013/10/that-moment-when-you-ponder-and-think.html' title='That Moment When You Ponder And Think'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-7476976796125329874</id><published>2013-06-21T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-21T05:09:11.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far This Year</title><content type='html'>I haven&#39;t been writing for awhile now. Been busy with stuff. Let&#39;s see. I played this game called LOL. It&#39;s fun, but it takes some getting used to. I&#39;m planning on playing other games when I go back home. Fujian is really hot right now and I couldn&#39;t sleep without turning the airconditioner on. It&#39;s that hot. I sweat even though I&#39;m not doing anything. And the air is killing me. It&#39;s hotter than the temperature. I&#39;m planning on writing another story. Although I don&#39;t know if everyone would like it. Our upcoming exam is going to be our final exam this semester. It&#39;s time to push forward.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/7476976796125329874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2013/06/so-far-this-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/7476976796125329874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/7476976796125329874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2013/06/so-far-this-year.html' title='So Far This Year'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-4948925667548828684</id><published>2013-05-20T16:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-20T16:31:56.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Is Impossible</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I believe if you have the interest and determination, you can achieve in 2 years time what people tried to achieve&amp;nbsp;for 10 years. People always put into their minds that they want to do this and do&amp;nbsp;that and get this and get that, but actually, they&#39;re not doing it physically, and nothing is going to happen. They tend to rest on their daydreams and cling to their imaginations of the future more than doing the best they can right now and using their time as wisely as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Time runs so fast, and we won&#39;t even know that 10 years have already&amp;nbsp;passed. We should make time the most important element of our lives. It is where we change and it is where we mold ourselves and make ourselves better. We don&#39;t get awards and achievements through imagining the future and worrying about tomorrow. It is what you do right here right now that counts. Without a thing done right now, how could your future be as bright as you want it to be. Focus on the pesent. Think about the present. Worry about the present, not the future. Tomorrow can worry about itself. It is NOW that you need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A this very hour, let&#39;s try to achieve something shall we? We don&#39;t wait for money or prizes to come to us. We do our best to get them and use our very efforts to achieve them. 加油! ^__^)/</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/4948925667548828684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2013/05/nothing-is-impossible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/4948925667548828684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/4948925667548828684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2013/05/nothing-is-impossible.html' title='Nothing Is Impossible'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-7727932592839838466</id><published>2013-05-07T00:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-07T00:50:49.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Important Than Money</title><content type='html'>I believe one should have a good moral character and a virtuous attitude. You may have money and fame, but you don&#39;t have the character. What&#39;s the use if you get the world but lose yourself? &lt;br /&gt;
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We live in&amp;nbsp;a world where we expect other people to do things first before we do. Why not try to do things first and let other people see you doing the right thing? It pays when other people see you and copy your attitude.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/7727932592839838466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2013/05/more-important-than-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/7727932592839838466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/7727932592839838466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2013/05/more-important-than-money.html' title='More Important Than Money'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-5241781357412467269</id><published>2013-05-07T00:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-07T00:46:30.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HONESTY</title><content type='html'>I believe honesty is one of the greatest gift there is. I know they call it a lot of fancy names these days like integrity ang forthrightness. But it doesn&#39;t make any difference. It&#39;s still what makes a man a good citizen.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;This is my code, and I try to live by it.&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/5241781357412467269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2013/05/honesty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/5241781357412467269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/5241781357412467269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2013/05/honesty.html' title='HONESTY'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-8226277331569436565</id><published>2012-08-21T22:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-05-18T23:04:51.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning To Live Good</title><content type='html'>In my life, I have learned how to live alone. In many areas of our lives, only ourselves can help us. But sometimes, we need our family, our friends, and our loved ones. It is in this idea that I also learned how to live together with those people that are closest to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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In our lives, we may experience difficult things such as problems, stress, pressures, education, and work. But these things are what makes life worth it. Without it, life would be boring, everyday you would expect nothing because you&#39;d do nothing but enjoy yourselves until it isn&#39;t that enjoying anymore. We are beings who always want to move. Everyday we go somewhere and move. And we never stop.&lt;br /&gt;
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In my life, I have learned to move far and move near, move nice and move on. And change for the better. For since we are in our mother&#39;s wombs, we have those traits that we really need to do something about. Those attitudes that we need to change. In that, I learned that we are not created perfect. We are created in an unbalanced&amp;nbsp;way. But we are also created in a very nice way, that we are made children of God. The ones that will always be in His safe and comfortable arms.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have learned the hard lessons of life. How to love... How to accept... How to forgive... And how to smile... Sometimes, in the toughest moments of our lives, we just need to smile. And it&#39;ll slowly minimize and lessen our grief over something. We should always trust God for all His purposes in our life. He is the way, the truth, and the life. When I met the Lord, my life began to change. I was happy with whatever was&amp;nbsp;happening in my life, knowing God is always with me wherever, whenever, however, and whatever. I love Him, we love Him, and He loves us too.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope, in this life, you&#39;d also make the best out of it too. For it is short, and it would waste your time if you use it for crying and being sad. Use your time and spend it wisely and happy, and rejoicing. Find happiness, find love, and most importantly, find God. He is here with us. Waiting patiently for us to come back to Him. May you all have a happy life and a good future ahead of you. Thank you for reading my long post. God bless you. :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/8226277331569436565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/08/learning-to-live-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/8226277331569436565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/8226277331569436565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/08/learning-to-live-good.html' title='Learning To Live Good'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-6000320578030638025</id><published>2012-07-02T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-02T23:59:28.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m Waiting For You, Lord</title><content type='html'>Lord, I&#39;m waiting for you. Obeying your every command. While I&#39;m waiting, I will worship you. I&#39;ll continue to strive for you. To never fail as a Christian. I will wait for your coming oh Lord, and continue to follow your footsteps. You are so good. You are the greatest. I will continue to praise your name and spread it to all the people in this world, so that they will know you and they will proclaim your name.&lt;br /&gt;
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For those who are in the right spirits long for your coming. They long for your embrace. They long for answers that they can;t find in this world. They feel that they don&#39;t belong to the world, and they feel the right thing, for you chose them out of the world. And I want to proclaim your name to them oh Lord, so that they will know the truth about life. about how to live a life controlled by you. Where your children all belong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lord, I wanna be found in you. When the lights fade, I wanna be found in you. All I wanna be, is to be with you. ^^</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6000320578030638025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/07/im-waiting-for-you-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/6000320578030638025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/6000320578030638025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/07/im-waiting-for-you-lord.html' title='I&#39;m Waiting For You, Lord'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-6502130424115832728</id><published>2012-07-02T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-02T05:56:11.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Us Rejoice! For Jesus Is Alive :)</title><content type='html'>Many of the people in this world still don&#39;t know that Jesus is alive. Some may have heard, but they still haven&#39;t believed. They have closed their eyes even when they can see. They have became deaf even when they can hear. How would they believe if they even don&#39;t wanna listen?&lt;br /&gt;
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Jesus Christ is alive. He was resurrected and He has defeated death. He showed us how great God is. He healed. He performed great miracles. But still, some didn&#39;t believe. The world is cruel and the world is full of evil, but as believers, we are called to be strong and steadfast. For the Lord&#39;s coming is near. Jesus told us the truth, that He&#39;s there in heaven looking at us, guiding us everyday. And He&#39;s even in our hearts. In each of us, He made His home, as part of His body. We don&#39;t deserve Him, but He sacrificed Himself for us, in order for us to be saved. For we all were supposed to fall in hell in the past, but Jesus saved us for His love for us is so great. Greater than the universe. Jesus Christ is alive. And He&#39;s calling you to come back to Him. :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6502130424115832728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/07/let-us-rejoice-for-jesus-is-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/6502130424115832728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/6502130424115832728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/07/let-us-rejoice-for-jesus-is-alive.html' title='Let Us Rejoice! For Jesus Is Alive :)'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-8255915341027268578</id><published>2012-07-01T19:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-01T19:43:53.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m Diving In For God</title><content type='html'>God calls us all to be His children. He wants us to go back to Him, to the one who created us. We are like lost sheep, and we were found again. God loves us, and He never wants to let go of us. Even if we try to go away from Him, He will always look for us. Like a father finding his lost child, God loves us so much that even if we persecute Him and say bad things about Him, He will still accept us with open arms. How great is our God everyone! How great is He who created us! Praise be all to Him, all to Him alone. We were lost, and now we were found.&lt;br /&gt;
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So my brothers and sisters, let us repent our sins. Let us go back to our real father, and embrace Him with all our heart and all our soul. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;
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God rescues us from dying inside. He will help us win our battles in life. He will lead us away from all troubles of this cruel world. God is good, He is so good. :) Come back to Him, and you&#39;ll see how good He is too. :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/8255915341027268578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/07/im-diving-in-for-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/8255915341027268578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/8255915341027268578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/07/im-diving-in-for-god.html' title='I&#39;m Diving In For God'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-2350185310876109450</id><published>2012-07-01T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-01T19:32:17.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There&#39;s No Need to be Afraid</title><content type='html'>In sharing what we know about Jesus, there are times that we feel we are crushed and we are afraid to go on. We feel that everyone is stopping us and they begin feeling that we are weird. But that is the time when you&#39;ll know who your true friends are.&lt;br /&gt;
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For me, I&#39;m a proud Christian. I boast not for myself, but for God. That I am happy I am His child. I want to inspire others to not be afraid to preach and to spread God&#39;s word. For He will protect us from embarrassment and humiliation. He will guide us to people whom He want to share the gospel. With Jesus in our life, as we proclaim His name to other people and even to our enemies, He will help us in saying the right words. And Paul, Jesus&#39; apostle, told us that we should do everything with love. For the perfection of love casts away fear. So we should not be afraid if we love God. We should not be humiliated. If you truly love Him, do all things good without fear. Do what is right. And help other Christians grow. Be with other Christians. Inspire them. Be happy with God&#39;s word. And He will give you the best life. The life that you deserve. And His everlasting grace. God is the greatest. God is everything. He is the best. And we are hungry for Him. We are lost without Him. He is... and He is everything.&lt;br /&gt;
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If we were on a farm, I would wake up every morning and chop logs to cook your dinner. I&#39;ll open the window and cover it with the curtain that will flow with the wind as the sunshine approaches your beautiful eyes. I&#39;ll pick a bunch of flowers by our backyard and place it on a vase by our window. As you see the flowers prepared by me, you&#39;d see my happiness when I am with you. As you go outside the house, I would let my shepherd dog give you your slippers to protect your feet from all those dust outside our farm.&lt;br /&gt;
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We walked around the farm and talked about everything dear and happy. We talked about how God made us meet each other. We talked about how good God can be and how beautiful life can be. :) Yes, life is beautiful with you by my side, my love.&lt;br /&gt;
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As we walked by a pond, we sat down to watch the beautiful view. You held my hand and kissed me as we watched two swans in love. You and me = The best. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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You see that? That&#39;s the future I got in to. I transported through a time warp I found while I was walking to the moon. Dressed in my astronaut suit, I went out by the alleys and found humans wearing tight dark suits with helmets to filter the air that they breath. I observed them for awhile and waited in my area. As I looked at them, I saw how big the world changed over time. The technology, the weapons, the advancement of structures. Without nature, only black and red paint can be made. I finally went out and people looked at me. Up the sky, a police car flew by to inspect me. They dropped down and ran to handcuff me. They made me get inside their car and we traveled to the police station. As we were going there, I had the chance to see the city.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a dark place to live in. People are afraid of the government and the rich are greatly separated from the poor. I can&#39;t believe the world would be like this. How did humans take care of the world? They didn&#39;t, but instead, they used all of its resources. In the past, a football field size of a forest is being cut down every hour. I guess this was its result. I watched in pain as I watched people being tortured in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;
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Their General arrived and approached me slowly, while watching me. It&#39;s eyes were dark and its strength would crush me in a second. He grabbed my suit up and lifted me on the floor. He removed my helmet and I began to smell the rusty, polluted, and cold air the world has been inhaling. Their General pushed me to the wall hard and I was beaten by him. Before everything turned grey and before my eyes were also destroyed mercilessly, I watched the sky through the destroyed wall where I was pushed. The future didn&#39;t bother to investigate who I am or where I came from. They simply eliminate what they didn&#39;t want. The sky was dusty and the clouds disappeared. Before my vision disappeared with my life, I simply prayed that humans would change how they treat the world...&lt;br /&gt;
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Are Aliens real? Is it really the end of the world in Dec. 21, 2012? Do you think man evolved from monkeys?&lt;br /&gt;
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All of these questions are being spoken of all over the world. But one question I can really answer is if God is real. And I confidently say He is. He&#39;s real because He showed us the Bible, but some people still don&#39;t believe that He is real. So instead of giving people the Bible to read, we speak first about the story of Jesus Christ. Almost all people around the world heard about Jesus. We celebrate Christmas because of Him. So in this season and in this proof, we know that Jesus is real. When Jesus was alive, He told us that God is real, and it really was Christ&#39;s mission, to proclaim to the world that God is real.&lt;br /&gt;
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So in this proof, we know that God is real, and that all the things written in the Bible are real.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let us read our Bible and pray everyday. God Bless You. ^^</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/7150792371102081726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/06/do-you-believe-in-things-you-dont-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/7150792371102081726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/7150792371102081726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/06/do-you-believe-in-things-you-dont-see.html' title='Do you believe in things you don&#39;t see?'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-2125989199588718432</id><published>2012-06-20T02:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-20T02:54:13.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watched Bible Movies</title><content type='html'>My fellow brothers and sisters in Christ, I found some movies in youtube that are really good to watch. Example: The Book of John &amp;amp; The Book of Revelations. It&#39;s an hour plus of a movie and it&#39;s really good. ^^ A must watch. ^^</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/2125989199588718432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/06/watched-bible-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/2125989199588718432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/2125989199588718432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/06/watched-bible-movies.html' title='Watched Bible Movies'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-4743125566390923570</id><published>2012-06-19T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-19T08:10:13.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life&#39;s Goals :)</title><content type='html'>Hmm... What&#39;s your life&#39;s goals? Everybody has one. ^^ Is it having a family? Your dream house? Your dream car? Luxury?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, for this time, I wanna share my life goal. ^^ It is to have a successful business and a nice family. But amidst all that, my life&#39;s goal is to have a perfect relationship with God. I want to be who He wants me to be. I want to live my life while letting Him shape it all. I wanna let Him mold me and control me. By doing this, it is only God who can give my success. With full dependence on Him and doing what I can in life, He will never leave me astray.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same goes to you my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ. If we keep God&#39;s law in our hearts and minds, and apply it in our daily lives, what could go wrong? :) God is perfect, and failure isn&#39;t found in His vocabulary. Let us trust God in His will for us.&lt;br /&gt;
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God Bless You. ^_^</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/4743125566390923570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/06/lifes-goals.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/4743125566390923570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/4743125566390923570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/06/lifes-goals.html' title='Life&#39;s Goals :)'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-5768235216358309331</id><published>2012-05-27T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-27T05:07:36.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is True Love?</title><content type='html'>Everyone wants to find true love, perfect love, undying love. But what is Love?&lt;br /&gt;
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Love isn&#39;t about the romantic feeling you get when you touch a person. It isn&#39;t found in the kiss or in the hug. Love is found in the heart. God gave us true love, and it&#39;s definition is found in I Corinthians 13:4. True Love isn&#39;t found in touching or physical intimacy. It is found in commitment. And if there&#39;s commitment there&#39;s true love. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;In true love, there&#39;s no such thing as break up and divorce, whatever happens. True Love never fails. It&#39;s the greatest gift of all. Always has, always will. And as you should know, dating isn&#39;t part of true love, for it brings lust and affection in a very fast way. Love is commitment, and in commitment there should be purity and self-control. If you say you love the person but you can&#39;t control your intimacy unless you&#39;re not married yet, then it isn&#39;t love, but it is lust.&lt;br /&gt;
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So be careful about love. For it isn&#39;t that easy to find.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love One Love True. God Bless You. ^_^</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/5768235216358309331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/05/what-is-true-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/5768235216358309331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/5768235216358309331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/05/what-is-true-love.html' title='What is True Love?'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-6989772121198754236</id><published>2012-05-25T01:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-25T01:48:37.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do now?</title><content type='html'>I don&#39;t know what to do anymore... My relatives wanted me to go to China for further studies but our school&#39;s system went bad. They&#39;ll only choose 5 from the 8 of us. The company in which we got support to gave up their support. So the next company who supported us can only support 5 of us. Only 5 who would be chosen. I know I&#39;m the weakest 1 in our class. My Chinese isn&#39;t good enough. Even my friend is going to quit studying and start working now as a teacher. I don&#39;t know if it&#39;s true though. But I don&#39;t know what to do... I&#39;m so confused.&lt;br /&gt;
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Should I shift to a course I like? Or continue to a course I don&#39;t like but it&#39;s free?&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t know what to do...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6989772121198754236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/05/what-to-do-now.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/6989772121198754236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/6989772121198754236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/05/what-to-do-now.html' title='What to do now?'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-5031125855630398568</id><published>2012-05-24T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-24T03:44:56.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What&#39;s with the STARE, people? O.o</title><content type='html'>When I go out, why do people stare at me? Especially when I go to the place where it&#39;s public and there are many people. Even on the jeep. As I observed, people sometimes stare and smile to girls who they find sexy in the jeep. Those guys are so lustful. Lust is a sin and they are people from the world who loves sin, so I can&#39;t do anything about it. But the thing is, we can&#39;t control the minds of people. If they&#39;re maniacs, they&#39;re really maniacs. It&#39;s a bad thing this world is covered by sin, but it&#39;s human nature and we can&#39;t do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just an advice for those people out there who experience that they are being stared by people, or even if their girlfriend is being stared at: Get out of those people&#39;s sight and hope that someday someone would kick their ass.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/5031125855630398568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/05/whats-with-stare-people-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/5031125855630398568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/5031125855630398568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/05/whats-with-stare-people-oo.html' title='What&#39;s with the STARE, people? O.o'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7689047139643754899.post-3971461663415817079</id><published>2012-05-24T00:27:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-24T00:27:46.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting To Go To Every Restaurant Here In The Philippines</title><content type='html'>I love to eat. ^^ But not always. I have this vision to eat at every restaurant I could think of here. XD In my mind right now, it&#39;s all eat eat eat eat eat eat eat. ^_^</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/feeds/3971461663415817079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/05/wanting-to-go-to-every-restaurant-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/3971461663415817079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7689047139643754899/posts/default/3971461663415817079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nillyap.blogspot.com/2012/05/wanting-to-go-to-every-restaurant-here.html' title='Wanting To Go To Every Restaurant Here In The Philippines'/><author><name>Nill Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760930346542056046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUd1iaN3S5Ha19qS1nT6hI6E3Ok-8PO2MCsnfW6YeZRx67HCSns1Yu13fdIAuWp_8rmtz47sbkokA-QtYLjUv-upOK87LI71rpdLB1_4vJ5UCkpfqEd7x_iPprvrApBQ/s113/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>