<?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-2704326552299958726</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:43:21.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limbei</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-412009727745935195</id><published>2011-08-20T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T03:14:02.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi All, its been 3 years since I updated this blog. The last time I wrote here it was before I went to army and now I'm out and working already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to let you know what I'm doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm a freelance Writer/Director/Producer/Actor.&lt;br /&gt;I have produced a few videos but not write or direct for anyone except for my own short films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God of Wonders Universal Production&lt;/strong&gt; is currently the production name I used as an entity for my production team working together for my films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entity stretches to Animation, Design, Videos &amp;amp; Photography. In short Multimedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all these services are provided for anyone out there as well, at a low cost. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details:&lt;br /&gt;Animation -Do contact me for more infomation&lt;br /&gt;Videos -Depending on the man hours needed and manpower and equipments&lt;br /&gt;Photography -Services provided at the end of next year ($50per day for weddings, events etc..)&lt;br /&gt;Design -Poster, Web Design, Logos etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First consultation is free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not expect hollywood films or fanciful stuff. The services are but a hobby for me to earn extras money. But I guarantee they will be exceptional and presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm still learning about writing and directing, I make used of acting as a main source of learning about filmmaking and also earning some extra income. To me its learning from a different perspective. I used this opportunity to network and get to know more people in the industry as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested for a collaboration or want to me to show you my acting/directing showreel or CV do drop me an email: eugehetatyahoodotcomdotsg/eugehetatgmaildotcom and title it "Film Collaboration" or "Film Casting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for calefare/extras/supporting roles or lead roles, do contact me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope with the little money I earn I can attend more film short courses and acting course to up better myself. Help me fulfil my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you may ask how I earn a living doing all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have any skills set other than doing films and IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also a workstation specialist. I can help to repair and recover your workstation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overhaul includes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Setting for new systems (32/64bit Windows or Mac OS or even both)with recommended programs installed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Troubleshooting your system such as unable to bootup and virus infection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Diagnose hardware failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these services are provided at $100 inclusive of gst but not replacement of hardware.&lt;br /&gt;An additional $50 for pick up and delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ususal first consultation is free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A combination of Film and IT and who knows I can be the next george lucas forming lucasfilm and Industrial Light &amp;amp; Magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all for the visit. Take care. God Bless&lt;br /&gt;I believe no one is here reading my blog by chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-412009727745935195?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/412009727745935195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/412009727745935195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2011/08/hi-all-its-been-3-years-since-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-5069635218442581047</id><published>2008-06-11T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:43:32.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-enlistment</title><content type='html'>It will be less than 48 hours before I go in army. Just a little update of what I had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently went to JB with Jackson, one of my yamaha colleagues. I don't know how to put it into words but after a hectic life in school and working, to be able to enjoy the day relaxing its unbelieveable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a long bus jounney to a 5 star hotel. There was this place where you can swim, spa, massage, watch movies and eat the whole day just for Sing $40. There were extra services as well which I'm not gonna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we get there we just eat and eat and eat and eat. Feel like Julius Caesar Man. It was my first time doing spa and massage and the experience was shoik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back, Jackson and I were smuggling dvds and cigarettes into singapore..stuffed all kinds of things into our pocket and it was really funny when we walk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after, it was my last day in Yamaha. I have a great time working there. Take away the boss it is actually a perfect working environment. Definitely learned a lot from this bunch of ppl. Hope to see them soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/SFDG7lb0NkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-mTooDli6TU/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210883495831025218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/SFDG7lb0NkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-mTooDli6TU/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/SFDG7-4i1nI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6H_oQsRYAqY/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210883502662407794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/SFDG7-4i1nI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6H_oQsRYAqY/s400/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/SFDFxczMZVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/n5LyxZr0j-M/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/SFDFxqU7fpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5Ugj1Y0REOg/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been spenting my last week idling around in the house doing nothing. Everyday I woke up not even knowing what is my agenda or what. Just lazed around seeing the day goes by. Was browsing the Cambodia pictures and wanted to share these 2 pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the time when the girls were learning how to dance their traditional dance .Then they were brought out to show the guys what they had learned. After that all the guys were bought into the cricle and they danced around us and asked us to dance with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/SFDJiEK4ccI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hswpB4aNR6k/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210886355939783106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/SFDJiEK4ccI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hswpB4aNR6k/s400/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We look at each other, 19 of us from different walks of life, 1000 miles away from home in paradise, you know this is incredible. I will never hear another tribal drum beating from the radio, I wouldn't think about that day and bring about a smile on my face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/SFDJimUnPVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/d02uWHPmnTw/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210886365107404114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/SFDJimUnPVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/d02uWHPmnTw/s400/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These cambodian people, you could tell the ritual and the dance they were doing were authentic and you could tell that the love they gave was real whether we are the best in our studies, loser or backstabber or whatever. It felt good to get away from Singapore and not think about the commitments we have in Singapore and just remember what its like to be a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With that being said, I hope those people reading my blog would also take time to really enjoy life because we only get to live once. Doesn't matter if we are not the best in this or that. When was the last time you looked up the sky and was really amazed at God's creation? When was last time you went to Seletar reservoir enjoying the beautiful scenary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-5069635218442581047?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/5069635218442581047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/5069635218442581047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2008/06/pre-enlistment.html' title='Pre-enlistment'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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://bp0.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/SFDG7lb0NkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-mTooDli6TU/s72-c/4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-5132107491147636017</id><published>2008-05-14T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T06:05:24.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday =|</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to u..&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to u..&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you..&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to u..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-5132107491147636017?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/5132107491147636017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/5132107491147636017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday =|'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-5281143735161701638</id><published>2008-04-20T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T06:52:42.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Customers</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the most weird and moronic encounter while I was in Yamaha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi Madm, Yamaha member?&lt;br /&gt;Moron No.1 : Yes&lt;br /&gt;After cashering everything, packing her items and giving her recipt&lt;br /&gt;Me: There you go Madm have a nice day yea&lt;br /&gt;Moron No.1 : Eh where is my separate receipt?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What separate receipt?&lt;br /&gt;Moron No.1 : I though you say u could print separate recepit? One receipt with yamaha member&lt;br /&gt;                        discount and another one without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? did I say that? Maybe i really did when u were doing the talking and I was doing cashering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry Madm we can't do separate receipt because the cashering machine doesn't allow that&lt;br /&gt;Moron No.1: But u say that you could. I'm buying this for my friend and I wanna show him both&lt;br /&gt;                       receipt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously she bought 2 keyboard pedals with her discount and showing his friends the receipt without the discount so she could get the full money back. The difference is only $4!!! knn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir total is $236.60&lt;br /&gt;Moron No.2: Where is the receipt?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh.. Sir u havn't pay so I can't show you the receipt&lt;br /&gt;Moron No.2: I know, you got to show me the receipt then I will pay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNN.. u got go NTUC ask them to show you the receipt then buy the items one. Fucking stupid sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi Sir&lt;br /&gt;Moron No.3 : Hi, I am looking for nylon for guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir u looking for classical guitar strings?&lt;br /&gt;Moron No.3: No, I am looking nylon not strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is he looking for? In the end I showed him classical guitar strings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moron No.3 : Ahh yes yes. What is the difference between these strings?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end he asked 2 more colleagues of mine and sat there for 15mins staring at the strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi Mdm&lt;br /&gt;Moron No.4 (Korean) : Hi I'm looking for music stand for my son&lt;br /&gt;Showed her all the music stands.&lt;br /&gt;Moron No.4: Is there discount?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mdm is your son a yamaha student? If he is, there will be 10% discount.&lt;br /&gt;Moron No.4: Student..yes yes. He is a student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris(My colleague) : Mdm total is $24.&lt;br /&gt;Moron No.4 : I thought that gentlemen there(me) said there is discount for student?&lt;br /&gt;Iris : Oh.. Can I have ur son's yamaha student card?&lt;br /&gt;Moron No.4: Yamaha student? No no.. he pri 5 student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese pie.. Trying to sabo me sia.. Boss was around and make her signed up for yamaha membership. Did all the documentation for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days later.. I got a lecture from Boss. why?&lt;br /&gt;Because her son is 11 years old. To be a member you must be at least 13years old.. She put her son's particulars with her birhdate so while doing the documentation I didn't realise anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese pie HQ gan Boss.. Boss gan me.. Don let me see her again sia bloody hell..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-5281143735161701638?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/5281143735161701638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/5281143735161701638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2008/04/weird-customers.html' title='Weird Customers'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-8190515553039892173</id><published>2008-03-20T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:47:00.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><content type='html'>All I can say is FUCK YOU MICHAEL WEE..!..&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he is just a faggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when I come back successful I make sure u lick my ass and eat my doo doo.&lt;br /&gt;Betcha watch out knn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-8190515553039892173?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/8190515553039892173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/8190515553039892173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2008/03/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-8408426567760444436</id><published>2008-03-11T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T02:09:08.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's move on</title><content type='html'>Yes finally I have graduated from Poly.. no more projects, no more exams and no more boring lectures. I wonder how is everyone doing now. Going through all these is like finally we completed a series of season of survivor or apprentice. To all my poly frens out there, I think its being a very wonderful time knowing everyone of you. And its really a pity that I did not get to know some of you better and I guessed you did not know me well either. Nevertheless all the best in life. There is actually alot things going on in my mind now but cant seems to put into words. Ending off with this poem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chapter of your life story will close&lt;br /&gt;One with familiar sights, sound and people&lt;br /&gt;Another chapter of your life story will begin,&lt;br /&gt;One filled with unknown and doubts&lt;br /&gt;May the old chapter be filled with great memories&lt;br /&gt;and may the new bring you a bright future&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-8408426567760444436?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/8408426567760444436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/8408426567760444436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-move-on.html' title='Let&apos;s move on'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-2503025800053010505</id><published>2008-02-03T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T03:54:21.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menstruation</title><content type='html'>This is something that happens to me monthly...&lt;br /&gt;The pain is excruciating...&lt;br /&gt;Its so troublesome that I have to wear it...&lt;br /&gt;Every month need spent so much money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about my braces.  Eating meals is really painful with those new wires.  Got Orange for my rubber band. Wanted to choose red but then all of the sudden i forgot to tell the nurse so just anyhow choose a bright color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really freaking pain when I ate dinner just now.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW I'M HUNGRY AND I CAN'T EAT OR BITE. What the hell lah.&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, you'll never feel the pain until you have those metal stuffs in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, there's still one and a half years more to go...Sigh. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-2503025800053010505?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/2503025800053010505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/2503025800053010505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2008/02/menstruation.html' title='Menstruation'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-970816504960144802</id><published>2008-01-20T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:06:19.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Arms, No Legs, No Worries!</title><content type='html'>Been trying to send this email to many out there, but there were errors with the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;So decided to upload to my blog instead. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this person and never feel inferior and tell u r unable....Be positive...Be optimistic....Never never give up the hope....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Inspiration ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Nick Vujicic and I give God the Glory for how He has used my testimony to touch thousands of hearts around the world! I was born without limbs and doctors have no medical explanation for this birth "defect". As you can imagine, I was faced with many challenges and obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Consider it pure joy, my Brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....To count our hurt, pain and struggle as nothing but pure joy? As my parents were Christians, and my Dad even a Pastor of our church, they knew that verse very well. However, on the morning of the 4th of December 1982 in Melbourne (Australia ), the last two words on the minds of my parents was "Praise God!". Their firstborn son had been born without limbs! There were no warnings or time to prepare themselves for it. The doctors we shocked and had no answers at all! There is still no medical reason why this had happened and Nick now has a Brother and Sister who were born just like any other baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole church mourned over my birth and my parents were absolutely devastated. Everyone asked, "if God is a God of Love, then why would God let something this bad happen to not just anyone, but dedicated Christians?" My Dad thought I wouldn't survive for very long, but tests proved that I was a healthy baby boy just with a few limbs missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NqCS3oH4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/psMXy9gF1Ng/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157582585926786946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="299" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NqCS3oH4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/psMXy9gF1Ng/s400/untitled1.bmp" width="453" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nqni3oH6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/DHVYosMy7lk/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157583225876914082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nqni3oH6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/DHVYosMy7lk/s400/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understandably, my parents had strong concern and evident fears of what kind of life I'd be able to lead. God provided them strength, wisdom and courage through those early years and soon after that I was old enough to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The law in Australia didn't allow me to be integrated into a main-stream school because of my physical disability. God did miracles and gave my Mom the strength to fight for the law to be changed. I was one of the first disabled students to be integrated into a main-stream school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked going to school, and just try to live life like everyone else, but it was in my early years of school where I encountered uncomfortable times of feeling rejected, weird and bullied because of my physical difference. It was very hard for me to get used to, but with the support of my parents, I started to develop attitudes and values which helped me overcome these challenging times. I knew that I was different but on the inside I was just like everyone else. There were many times when I felt so low that I wouldn't go to school just so I didn't have to face all the negative attention. I was encouraged by my parents to ignore them and to try start making friends by just talking with some kids. Soon the students realized that I was just like them, and starting there God kept on blessing me with new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I felt depressed and angry because I couldn't change the way I was, or blame anyone for that matter. I went to Sunday School and learnt that God loves us all and that He cares for you. I understood that love to a point as a child, but I didn't understand that if God loved me why did He make me like this? Is it because I did something wrong? I thought I must have because out of all the kids at school, I'm the only weird one. I felt like I was a burden to those around me and the sooner I go, the better it'd be for everyone. I wanted to end my pain and end my life at a young age, but I am thankful once again, for my parents and family who were always there to comfort me and give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my emotional struggles I had experienced with bullying, self esteem and loneliness, God has implanted a passion of sharing my story and experiences to help others cope with whatever challenge they have in their life and let God turn it into a blessing. To encourage and inspire others to live to their fullest potential and not let anything get in the way of accomplishing their hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first lessons that I have learnt was not to take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nr2y3oIAI/AAAAAAAAABc/1r8Yz952QIY/s1600-h/untitled6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157584587381547010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nr2y3oIAI/AAAAAAAAABc/1r8Yz952QIY/s400/untitled6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NrsS3oH_I/AAAAAAAAABU/VFsW_0guyes/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157584406992920562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NrsS3oH_I/AAAAAAAAABU/VFsW_0guyes/s400/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nrii3oH-I/AAAAAAAAABM/6eGZq-5OhuI/s1600-h/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157584239489196002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nrii3oH-I/AAAAAAAAABM/6eGZq-5OhuI/s400/untitled4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NrZC3oH9I/AAAAAAAAABE/HgAl8ZfgkR8/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157584076280438738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NrZC3oH9I/AAAAAAAAABE/HgAl8ZfgkR8/s400/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And we know that in all things God works for the best for those who love Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That verse spoke to my heart and convicted me to the point where that I know that there is no such thing as luck, chance or coincidence that these "bad" things happen in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had complete peace knowing that God won't let anything happen to us in our life unless He has a good purpose for it all. I completely gave my life to Christ at the age of fifteen after reading John 9. Jesus said that the reason the man was born blind was "so that the works of God may be revealed through Him." I truly believed that God would heal me so I could be a great testimony of His Awesome Power. Later on I was given the wisdom to understand that if we pray for something, if it's God's will, it'll happen in His time. If it's not God's will for it to happen, then I know that He has something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now see that Glory revealed as He is using me just the way I am and in ways others can't be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now twenty-two years old and have completed a Bachelor of Commerce majoring in Financial Planning and Accounting. I am also a motivational speaker and love to go out and share my story and testimony wherever opportunities become available. I have developed talks to relate to and encourage students through topics that challenge today's teenagers. I am also a speaker in the corporate sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NvgS3oICI/AAAAAAAAABs/gumUiXe5nSU/s1600-h/untitled8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157588598881001506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NvgS3oICI/AAAAAAAAABs/gumUiXe5nSU/s320/untitled8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NvWC3oIBI/AAAAAAAAABk/KHlIKdSvfeI/s1600-h/untitled7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157588422787342354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NvWC3oIBI/AAAAAAAAABk/KHlIKdSvfeI/s320/untitled7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NwFy3oIEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r-g2FZ3PlKs/s1600-h/untitled99.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157589243126095938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NwFy3oIEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r-g2FZ3PlKs/s320/untitled99.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nv-y3oIDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IxM0YBt6-XE/s1600-h/untitled9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157589122867011634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nv-y3oIDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IxM0YBt6-XE/s320/untitled9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a passion for reaching out to youth and keep myself available for whatever God wants me to do, and wherever He leads, I follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many dreams and goals that I have set to achieve in my life. I want to become the best witness I can be of God's Love and Hope, to become an international inspirational speaker and be used as a vessel in both Christian and non-Christian venues. I want to become financially independent by the age of 25, through real estate investments, to modify a car for me to drive and to be interviewed and share my story on the "Oprah Winfrey Show"! Writing several best-selling books has been one of my dreams and I hope to finish writing my first by the end of the year. It will be called "No Arms, No Legs, No Worries!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nwti3oIFI/AAAAAAAAACE/T4lumzk95K4/s1600-h/untitled10.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nwti3oIFI/AAAAAAAAACE/T4lumzk95K4/s1600-h/untitled10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157589926025896018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nwti3oIFI/AAAAAAAAACE/T4lumzk95K4/s400/untitled10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NxKi3oIHI/AAAAAAAAACU/Co8E22Yjkjg/s1600-h/untitled12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157590424242102386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NxKi3oIHI/AAAAAAAAACU/Co8E22Yjkjg/s400/untitled12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NxVi3oIII/AAAAAAAAACc/UsrEw6tMUO0/s1600-h/untitled13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157590613220663426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NxVi3oIII/AAAAAAAAACc/UsrEw6tMUO0/s400/untitled13.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NxeS3oIJI/AAAAAAAAACk/G6OwMLHuMwI/s1600-h/untitled14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157590763544518802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NxeS3oIJI/AAAAAAAAACk/G6OwMLHuMwI/s400/untitled14.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if you have the desire and passion to do something, and if it's God's will, you will achieve it in good time. As humans, we continually put limits on ourselves for no reason at all! What's worse is putting limits on God who can do all things. We put God in a "box". The awesome thing about the Power of God, is that if we want to do something for God, instead of focusing on our capability, concentrate on our availability for we know that it is God through us and we can't do anything without Him. Once we make ourselves available for God's work, guess whose capabilities we rely on? God's! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick have no arms but he has done so much work in the kingdom of God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick have no legs but his walk with God has been a firm one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Friends, Nick's testimony has inspired me in many ways. Hope it does the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nyji3oIKI/AAAAAAAAACs/cAVXaGXBF_4/s1600-h/untitled15.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157591953250459810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nyji3oIKI/AAAAAAAAACs/cAVXaGXBF_4/s320/untitled15.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nyui3oILI/AAAAAAAAAC0/T-imMLSJ0zQ/s1600-h/untitled16.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157592142229020850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nyui3oILI/AAAAAAAAAC0/T-imMLSJ0zQ/s320/untitled16.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nyui3oILI/AAAAAAAAAC0/T-imMLSJ0zQ/s1600-h/untitled16.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nyui3oILI/AAAAAAAAAC0/T-imMLSJ0zQ/s1600-h/untitled16.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Ny-S3oIMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PoHPZLRtjMo/s1600-h/untitled17.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157592412811960514" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="230" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5Nzci3oIPI/AAAAAAAAADU/Mf1G9-c-qFQ/s320/untitled20.bmp" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-970816504960144802?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/970816504960144802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/970816504960144802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-arms-no-legs-no-worries.html' title='No Arms, No Legs, No Worries!'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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://bp2.blogger.com/_0vAqem_7IkM/R5NqCS3oH4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/psMXy9gF1Ng/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-6227902964559411512</id><published>2008-01-10T06:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T08:06:01.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider This</title><content type='html'>Okay many of us failed and I know it is really hard to control our emotions and feelings. We do feel bad but I would like you to consider this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stephen Chow was once been told he cannot make it in the entertainment industry because he was not handsome. One of his best quote, "I used to cry when I watched Chaplin's films. It was from him that I learned about the role of the underdog. And because I'm also from a poor family, this kind of thing moved me and I found that it also worked for the audience because most of them are like me - ordinary guys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Soccer star Jamie Carragher scored many own goals in the past and was only used as a substitute in his club Liverpool. Now he is one of the best defender in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beethoven handled the violin awkardly and preferred playing his own compositions instead of improving his technique. His teacher called him hopless as a composer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Walt Disney was fired by a newspaper editor for lack of ideas. Walt Disney also went bankrupt several times before he built Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thomas Edison's teachers said he was too stupid to learn anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Albert Einstein, one of the greatest scientist in history, did not speak until he was 4, and didn't read until he was 7, His teacher discribed him as "mentally slow, unsociable and adrift forever in his foolish dreams." He was expelled and was refused admittance to the Zurich Polytechnic Scool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Isaac Newton did very poorly in grade school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Winston Churchhill failed 6th grade. He did not become Prime Minister of England until he was 62, and then only after a lifetime of defeats and setbacks. His greatest contributions came when he was a "senior citizen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sylvester Stallone was once a problem kid. The left part of his face is paralyzed, which results to snarling look and slightly slurred speech. Was rejected in many movies auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When Glenn Cunningham was young, he had his legs so badly burned that doctors advised to amputate it. It was not amputated but his legs became one shorter than the other. He was determined to recover. From wheelchair to clutches, then he started walking normally. Soon he was running. He became a world class runner and was considered as "World Fastest Human Being". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can u be as bad as Abraham Lincoln?&lt;br /&gt;1805 Borned&lt;br /&gt;1816 His family was forced out of their home. He had to work to support them&lt;br /&gt;1818 His mother died&lt;br /&gt;1831 Failed in business&lt;br /&gt;1832 Ran for state legislature - lost&lt;br /&gt;1832 Also lost his job - wanted to go to law school but couldn't get in&lt;br /&gt;1833 Borrowed money from a friend to begin business and by the end of the year he was bankrupt. Spent the next 17 years of his life paying off his debt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1834 Ran for state legislature again - won&lt;br /&gt;1835 Was engaged to be married, sweetheart died&lt;br /&gt;1836 Had a nervous breakdown and was in bed for 6 months&lt;br /&gt;1838 Sought to become speaker of the state - defeated&lt;br /&gt;1840 Sought to become elector - defeated&lt;br /&gt;1843 Ran for Congress - lost&lt;br /&gt;1846 Ran for Congress again - won - went to Washington and did a great job&lt;br /&gt;1848 Ran for re-election to Congress - lost&lt;br /&gt;1849 Sought the job of land officer in his hmoe state - rejected&lt;br /&gt;1854 Sought for Senate of the United States - lost &lt;br /&gt;1856 Sought the Vice-Presidential nomination at his party's national convention -got less than 100 votes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1858 Ran for U.S Senate again - lost&lt;br /&gt;1860 Elected President of the United States&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-6227902964559411512?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/6227902964559411512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/6227902964559411512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2008/01/consider-this.html' title='Consider This'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-2499589356044947076</id><published>2008-01-09T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T07:14:37.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare To Dream: The Power of Goals Part II</title><content type='html'>You may be wondering to yourself. "Wow. if setting goals are so powerful in helping you succeed, then why doesn't everybody set goals? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we grew up, we all had a big dreams and goals about future. We dreamed about being doctors, firemen, movie stars and heroes. Unfortunately, as we grew up many of us gave up contiuning to think about our goals and we stopped setting new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 main reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Low Self-Esteem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-esteem is a feeling of confidence and self worth. When I was in poly I really do not what I want. And I think that's the reason why I'm in poly because I did not have goals in life at that point. "I can't make it" &amp; "I'm a loser" is a common thing that I say to myself especially when I failed in exams or got scolding from teachers. Now at this current point of my life my goals are beginning to set light. At least I can say I'm in the process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now remember this, just like in the movie matrix. This world is built to make you believe in things that are not true. You have tremendous potential within you and that if others can, so can you! You! reading this, Yes YOU deserve to have the very besy in life. Once you undertand this, you will begin to set high goals for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people do not believe in Goals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not know the results it can bring in setting goals. They will say "cannot la! last time set before also cannot achieve...". Its not that setting goals did not work for them but rather they did not work hard enough towards their goals or because they used the wrong strategy and gave up halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting goals will not bring you sucess. It's not like u set your goals and then you begin to watch tv, read magazines, play computer games etc... then one fine day u wake up, BANG! you become successful! WTF man. It's not like that, instead it MUST be backed up with lots of action and undying determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fear of Failure &amp; Embarrassment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we are afraid. We set goals like scoring DIST for all the modules this semester. And ppl laugh at us when we tell them. And what happens when we really did not achieved it? Ppl continue to make a joke out of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends are successful students. What do they have in common? They set goals and do not believe in failure. When they failed, they do not look at it as failure, Instead, they look at it as an outcome they can learn from. As a result they will not feel bad abt it. They know that as long as they learn something and keep taking action, they will eventually reach their goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ppl do laugh at your goals, use it to empower and motivate yourself even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not a millionaire or CEO of some company. Maybe u will say who the f*** are you to teach me how to be successful or you may think I'm more successful than you now.&lt;br /&gt;Well if u go for Adam Khoo's workship, he is going to say the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;I can't convince you now, but when you are at the highest level you know that all these is true. And I'm sure all the successful people out there would agree with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-2499589356044947076?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/2499589356044947076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/2499589356044947076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2008/01/dare-to-dream-power-of-goals-part-ii.html' title='Dare To Dream: The Power of Goals Part II'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-6950650978012432313</id><published>2008-01-08T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T07:02:30.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare to Dream: The power of Goals</title><content type='html'>I don't know how many people are going read this but i gonna write it anywae. It's going to be about setting goals and hopefully those who really read these will benefit from it. Anywae it's just a sneak preview of Adam Khoo's Superkids workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCESS HAPPENS NOT BY CHANCE, BUT BY DESIGN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not setting goals is the 1st and most important step you must take in the whole process of succeeding both in school and in life. It definitely has an impact on my life to a great extent. Whether you believe it or not you got to try it for yourself to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not everything u have achieved and accomplished so far did not happen by chance. Instead, it happened because you dreamed it and designed it clearly in your mind consciously or sub-consciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end off by sharing an article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO TIGER WOODS, STEVEN SPEILBERG AND BILL CLINTON HAVE IN COMMON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at many of the most famous people around, you will also notice that their success came because they had dared to dream about it at an early stage. They too understand that everything happens by design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Woods,32, is currently the number one golf professional in the world. (He had already achieved the No.1 ranking at age 24). At 24, he has already accomplised more in golf than anyone else in history. Did you know that he achieved all this because at the age of 8, he set his goals to beat all the top golfers and be number one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 12, Steven Spielberg set his goal to be a top movie director when he grew up. At the age of 36, he became one of the most successful filmmakers in history. He directed 4 out of the 10 ten highest grossing films in history, winning numberous Academy Awards. What allowed him to achieve such phenomenal success at such a young age? Again, it was because he had understood the power of goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton, the former President of the United States had, as a young boy growing up as the son of a poor widow in a small farm estate, set his ambition of becoming the President of the United States when he grew up. His teachers, relatives and friends said, 'Get readl kid!' But like Woods and Spielberg, he dared envisage the future in his mind and made it into a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is never too late to set goals. "What do you really want in life?" this is the untimate question u are going to ask yourself from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy said, then why doesn't everybody set goals? &lt;br /&gt;If you really really want to know do leave a msg on the tagboard so that i blog abt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-6950650978012432313?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/6950650978012432313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/6950650978012432313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2008/01/dare-to-dream-power-of-goals.html' title='Dare to Dream: The power of Goals'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-6002808662202402674</id><published>2007-12-11T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T06:25:46.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On relationships</title><content type='html'>Relationship-of all kinds-are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely, with an&lt;br /&gt;open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and&lt;br /&gt;squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. &lt;br /&gt;You may hold on to some of it, but most will be spilled. A relationship is like that. Held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other person, it is likely&lt;br /&gt;to remain intact. But hold too tightly, too possessively, and the relationship slips away and is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of the day:&lt;br /&gt;When you are sick, do u seek healing or the Healer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-6002808662202402674?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/6002808662202402674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/6002808662202402674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-relationships.html' title='On relationships'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-2576605266731231895</id><published>2007-09-30T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T06:31:13.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>Having the wrong combination of people coming together to play and sing music is really bad. Having no frens in church sucks ever more. And sighing is good. It lets out all the negative stuff from your body and the wind juz blows it away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-2576605266731231895?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/2576605266731231895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/2576605266731231895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2007/09/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-6923537202411424188</id><published>2007-08-03T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T21:23:56.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have come a long way if u are one of them!!</title><content type='html'>We survived with mothers who had no maids&lt;br /&gt;We had no childproof locks on toliet bowls, medicine bottles, doors or cabinets.&lt;br /&gt;When we rode our bikes, we had no helmets.&lt;br /&gt;Riding in the back of a pirate taxi was a special treat.&lt;br /&gt;We drank water from the tap and not from a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;We would spend hours under the bright sun flying kites, without worrying about UV rays giving us cancer or aging skin.&lt;br /&gt;We went to catch spiders without worries of Aedes mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;We took candy, fizzy drinks, shaved ice with syrup(and salt added to cola was remedy for fever), but we weren't overweight because we were always outside playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not have Playstations, Xbox, cable TV, DVD movies, no sound surround, no internet.&lt;br /&gt;The idea of a parent bailing us if we broke the law was unheard of. Parents sided with the law.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, we produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to those who pulled thru from the '50s to '80s!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-6923537202411424188?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/6923537202411424188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/6923537202411424188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-have-come-long-way-if-u-are-one-of.html' title='You have come a long way if u are one of them!!'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-3796695144365970909</id><published>2007-06-29T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T05:45:40.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is for living, live it!</title><content type='html'>There are moments in life when u miss someone so much,&lt;br /&gt;u just want to pick them from your dreams &amp; hug them for real.&lt;br /&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens.&lt;br /&gt;But often, we look so long at the closed door, &lt;br /&gt;we don't see the one which has been open to us.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for looks, they can deceive.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for wealth, it can fade away.&lt;br /&gt;Go for someone who makes u smile because a smile can make a dark day bright.&lt;br /&gt;Dream what u want to dream, go where u want to go.&lt;br /&gt;Be who u want to be because you have only one life &amp; one chance to do &lt;br /&gt;the things u want to do.&lt;br /&gt;The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past.&lt;br /&gt;You can't go forward until u let go of your past failures &amp; heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;Live ur life so that at the end,&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who is smiling &amp; everyone around you is crying.&lt;br /&gt;Don't count the years - count the memories&lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, &lt;br /&gt;but by the moments that take our breath away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-3796695144365970909?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/3796695144365970909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/3796695144365970909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-is-for-living-live-it.html' title='Life is for living, live it!'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-1251980467137194379</id><published>2007-05-11T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:43:46.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When is enough, enough?</title><content type='html'>At what point is enough enough?  I have so many blessings – less than a lot of people, but more than a lot of people.  But that shouldn't matter… it doesn't matter what other people have… at least it shouldn't.  What should matter, is do I have what I need?  Or even want?  There's that old saying I love so much – "We buy things we do not want, with money we do not have, to impress people we do not like."  I know everyone in the world knows how that feels, if they can admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The same concept goes for everything I have… my car, my home, my friends, family…. Faith… everything.  When have we had enough food?  Where is that line?  Where do we draw it?  From what I can see, most people don't.  Ever.  We have clothes, but we need better clothes… a house but we need a bigger house.  I have a nice car, but I need a nicer one – I have a sweet and beautiful girl, but I need a sweeter and more beautiful one – I have a good body but I need a better one – I have a lot of fame but I need more… even down to, I'm a good Christian but I need to be a better one, or I'm a smart person but I need to be smarter.  I've had a few drinks but I need more.  I've got a good steak but it could be cooked better, or fresher.  Does it ever stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is a hot shower enough?  When is warm shelter or clean water enough?  When is a person who loves you enough, no matter how rich or charming or stunningly beautiful they are?  I know people who are wealthy beyond what most people could imagine, dating girls that should be on the cover of magazines, driving cars that most people only see in movies, but they still dream of more stuff, popularity, respect, and hotter girls, no matter how much they already have.  So when is enough enough?  For most people, never.  And that's why we're all so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.  Deep down, I really am.  But I still feel constant pressure to strive for more…&lt;br /&gt;to "live up to my potential."  What does that mean?  It's like I'm being pushed to want what I don't have… or to want that they don't have.  I'm happy… when did happiness stop being enough?  I need to remind myself – I'm happy.  And how can we really want more than being happy?  Is there more than happiness?  I don't think so.  As Cheryl Crow says, "It's not having what you want, it's wanting what you have."  The more money I make, the more I spend.  The more fame I get, the more cocky I am.  When people all love me, I want them to love me more.  Where does it stop?  Does it stop?  Not unless you make it stop.  Not unless you can look where you are right now and say, "I have enough."   And you do have enough… unless you're dying of thirst of course, and if you are, you're a complete moron for reading all this – go find some water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; am just wanting people to know – I know you want more, and while there is a certain amount of happiness in 'more', it's never enough.All of a sudden, I'm realizing, I could easily spend the rest of my life striving for more… and how miserable that would be.  It's like we only get enough to remind us that we can have more.  I don't want to live like that.  I don't want to live the rest of my life un-happy with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, you're probably in a warm place, had a good meal today, took a warm shower, and have people who love you… probably even have your own computer.  That's enough.  Really.  That's more than enough.  Because if you're not happy with that, you could be Bill Gates wondering how you could turn your money into more.  Not saying that he does, because I don't know him and maybe he doesn't, but if you can't appreciate the warm shower you took this morning, you and I are both in for a very long life of un-happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me add, I don't think money is bad at all.  (or power, same thing)   It's a great thing - it usually reflects hard work and wisdom.  The love of it is the root of all evil, and the love of it is what will make people miserable.  Hard work and wisdom are very fulfilling, and if they pay off financially, that's wonderful.  But the money itself is what will corrupt if the hard work and wisdom that built it are lost.  That aside, everything I said above stands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-1251980467137194379?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/1251980467137194379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/1251980467137194379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-is-enough-enough.html' title='When is enough, enough?'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-52160442838046680</id><published>2007-04-12T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T07:55:06.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ORIGIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days when the Romans ruled over Israel, the Emperor ordered a a census to be taken and everyone was asked to return to his hometown. A young man, Joseph and his wife, Mary, a virgin who was expecting a child by the power of God(as believed by Christians), made a long tiring journey to Bethlehem. The town was overcrowded and there was no room available. That was serious because Mary was about to give birth to her child and needed a place to rest. Seeing their plight, an innkeeper offered some space in his stable, and it was there that Jesus Christ was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the world, Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ on 25th December which is not the actual date of his birth. This celebration originated in the 4th century AD. That was the time when the Roman Empire became Christian with the conversion of the Emperor, Constantine the Great, to Christianity. A few days after the winter solstice(22nd December), the Romans had a festival of the birth of the new sun. The Christians of Rome found this to be a suitable date to celebrate the coming of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGNIFICANCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christians, the most important meaning of Christmas is that God has became man in Jesus Christ to bring salvation to mankind, In the Bible, Jesus is also called "Emmanuel" which means "God-with-us". In celebrating the coming of Jesus Christ believers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) recall the historical event more than 2000 years ago. This is the time to rejoice and thank God who "loved the world so much that he sent his Son";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(b) try to find greater meaning in their lives today. As a man, Jesus Christ, whom Christians also believe to be God, lived a fully human life. He was able to live a life of perfect love. Christians rejoice to know that such a life is possible and at Christmas, renew their faith in Jesus Christ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) have their hopes renewed. No one knows what the future holds for him, but by hearing the promise of Jesus Christ, " I will be with you always", Christians live in hope as they put their trust in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBSERVANCES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christmas is an important celebration for Christians, some churches observe a four-week period of spiritual preparation called Advert. Advert means "coming" and so during this period, Christians pray and read the Bible to focus their thoughts on their need for a Saviour in their lives. During this period of Advert, they become more aware of the kind of changes they need to make their lives in order to follow more closely the teachings of Christ. This preparation leads up to special midnight services in many churches. Apart from Masses and Holy Communion Services, some churches also stage Christmas pageants. These pageants are plays which re-enact the scence of Christ's nativity (birth). Special worship services alre also held on Christmas Day itself. The Christmas message is also proclaimed during the season through the singing of Christmas carols in churches, homes and other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a special time of exchanging gifts. The giving of gifts symbolises God's great gift of the Saviour in the person of Jesus. It reflects the spirit in which Christians are to live, that is, more ready to give than to receive. Therefore, gifts are given, especially to the poor and underprivileged, as a sign of God's love for all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus - This jolly character dressed in red and white still appears at Christmas much to the delight of children. Santa Claus is the nickname of Saint Nicholas, bishop who lived in the 3rd century AD. According to a legend, he secretly helped a poor man, providing him with dowries to marry off his three daughters. So nowadays, Santa Claus is known to be a good-hearted man who gives gifts to children in secret, especially at Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas tree, an evergreen, symbolises everlasting life. The practice decorating the tree with lights could have its origin in the Roman festival which Christmas replaced. They represent the warmth of God's love which Christians experience and want to share with others, They also represent Jesus Christ whom Christians call the "Light of the world". The decorations symbolise all the blessings one has received from God during the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-52160442838046680?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/52160442838046680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/52160442838046680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2007/04/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-3236599185281176099</id><published>2007-04-12T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T07:24:18.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk to remember</title><content type='html'>Today met up with Gary to buy books. Saw my freshies leading their freshies to buy books. Reminds me of last year when i was doing the same. But too bad my freshies seems to have forgotten me liao.. sad man.. Then went to South canteen to eat then head to Funan IT mall to find my Office chair and Gary's resistance band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 6 hours, we walked from Funan IT mall to suntec to Sim Lim then back to Bugis Marina and finally back to suntec.(over 30km)Finally suntec's carrefour have wat i wan.. And guess wat this bloody hell indian guy say we can put the office chair into the trolley and pay at the counter .Pay liao drag to this Looney Tunes store to tell them my address and they will send it to my house dismantle. I have to resemble them myself? The indian guy's attitude sucks la. And because we are buying something less than 150 we need to put the stuff into the trolley. Then if we buy cupboard we put the cupboard into the trolley to pay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-3236599185281176099?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/3236599185281176099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/3236599185281176099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2007/04/walk-to-remember.html' title='A walk to remember'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-396243854628662649</id><published>2007-04-11T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T09:49:12.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's OK To Be A Bad Christian</title><content type='html'>"When a man who accepts Christian doctrine lives unworthily of it, it is much clearer to say that he is a bad Christian than to say he is not a Christian.” ~ C.S. Lewis, in the preface of the book, Mere Christianity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis went to a place where few preachers dare go – he actually said it – you can be bad at being a Christian and still be a Christian. This is without a doubt dangerous ground, because it is easy to become stale, and God clearly said ‘You can be hot, or you can be cold, but if you are lukewarm I will spew you out of my mouth.’ However, there are still two facts, tried and true, that cannot be changed. The first is, you can become a Christian instantly. Christ clearly stated that fact – “Confess with your mouth and believe in your heart, and you will be saved.” If you acknowledge the teachings of Christ, and commit to following them, you are a Christian. The second fact is, you cannot become a good Christian instantly. It’s no more than common sense – if you start playing guitar, it will be a good bit of time before you will be a good guitar player. That is no reason to give up – you can call yourself a guitar player the second you purchase one and begin to learn. You are simply a bad guitar player, and that’s quite all right, for a certain period of time. If you’ve been playing for years and are no better than you were at first, there’s something quite wrong, but as long as you continue to improve, there’s no place in anyone to insult your progress. While one man may have a more natural makeup to play guitar, that doesn’t exactly mean he has tried harder. To whom much is given much is expected; only you and God know if you are working at the pace you should be. Seeing as chastity, temperance, humility, and all the other Christian virtues are in the opposite direction of your natural desires, it’s certainly going to take some time to become good at adopting the Christian virtues. Do not be discouraged by the fact that you are a bad Christian – it’s quite all right, just so long as you never stop practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s yet another way to look at it. It is well known to modern people that taking smaller bites of food and chewing them slowly is a healthier way to eat. Many of us, despite knowing this fact, continue to eat fast and take large bites. This overloads our body, and due to not chewing our food properly, our body cannot get all the nutrients out of the food before it turns to waste. The same goes for Christianity – there is so much to be taken in, it must be done slowly and carefully. The person who eats the entire meal quickly may be able to say, “I am a better eater than you, I am already done”, but get very little quality or enjoyment out of it. Meanwhile, the very slow eater, who may seem to be inferior at the practice, is getting proper nourishment and enjoying his meal at the same time. I have seen many eager Christians constantly bite off more than they can chew, trying to make themselves a perfect Christian overnight, only to find themselves disappointed when their efforts turn to waste (I have actually seen this go on for years upon end). One man may say, ‘I am going to stop cursing, drinking, smoking, lusting, pay all my bills on time, get out of debt, get in healthy shape, clean up my room, and read my bible every day’. Meanwhile his friend says, ‘I’m going to deal with the smoking, drinking, debt, lust, and all that stuff later – right now I am just going to try and stop looking down my nose at people I don’t prefer. I’ll confront those other issues when I get this one down.’ While the first man may hold up for a while and seem to be getting further along, appearing to be a better Christian, he will quickly find he has bitten off more than he can chew and all his efforts turn to waste. Meanwhile, the second man, while not coming along as fast, will slowly overcome his flesh and eventually digest more training and wisdom than the other man. Don’t try and bite off more than you can chew – it’s ok to be a bad Christian for a time, and I would go so far as to say it is unavoidable. No one is good at something overnight. You can become a Christian overnight, but take your time becoming good at it. Practice makes perfect. Pick up your guitar and learn the basics, and when you’re ready, move on to the next level. Chew your food slowly and enjoy each bite – take another when your body is ready. Believe in God, study Jesus teachings, and though it will take years, that’s quite normal and alright – with God’s help and some hard effort on your end, you’ll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&amp;friendID=6447476&amp;MyToken=a48d0c66-e061-4361-9a98-bcc74a772752ML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-396243854628662649?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/396243854628662649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/396243854628662649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-ok-to-be-bad-christian.html' title='It&apos;s OK To Be A Bad Christian'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-6466398168008262541</id><published>2007-04-11T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:02:17.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID QUESTIONS WITH THE SMART ANSWERS</title><content type='html'>BOY : May I hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : No thanks, it isn't heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Say you love me! Say you love me!&lt;br /&gt;BOY : You love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : If we become engaged will you give me a ring??&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Sure, what's your phone number??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : I think the poorest people are the happiest.&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Then marry me and we'll be the happiest couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Darling, I want to dance like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Don't you ever want to improve??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY : I love you and I could die for you!&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : How soon??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY : I would go to the end of the world for you!&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Yes, but would you stay there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARON : Have you ever had a hot passionate, burning kiss??&lt;br /&gt;TRACY : I did once. He'd forgotten to take the cigarette out of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN : You remind me of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Because I'm wild, romantic and exciting?&lt;br /&gt;MAN : NO, because you make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE : You tell a man something, it goes in one ear and comes out of the&lt;br /&gt;other.&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND : You tell a woman something: It goes in both ears and &lt;br /&gt;comes out of the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY : John says I'm pretty. Andy says I'm ugly.What do u think, Peter?&lt;br /&gt;PETER : A bit of both. I think you're pretty ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Girlfriend : "...And are you sure you love me and no one else ?"&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend : "Dead Sure! I checked the whole list again yesterday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Teacher : "Which is more important to us, the sun or the moon?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil : "The moon".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil : "The moon gives us light at night when we need it but the sun&lt;br /&gt;gives us light only in the day time when we don't need it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Teacher : "What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people&lt;br /&gt;are no longer interested?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil : "A teacher".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Waiter : "Would you like your coffee black?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer : "What other colors do you have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My father is so old that when he was in school, history was called&lt;br /&gt;current affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Teacher : "Sam, you talk a lot !"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "It's a family tradition".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "Sir, my grandpa was a street hawker, my father is a teacher".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "What about your mother?"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "She's a woman".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Tom : "How should I convey the news to my father that I've failed?"&lt;br /&gt;David: "You just send a telegram: Result declared, past year's &lt;br /&gt;performance repeated".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Teacher : "Now, children, if I saw a man beating a donkey and stopped&lt;br /&gt;him, what virtue would I be showing?"&lt;br /&gt;Student : "Brotherly love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Teacher : "Now, Sam, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good cook".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Patient : "What are the chances of my recovering doctor?"&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : "One hundred percent. Medical records show that nine out of ten&lt;br /&gt;people die of the disease you have. Yours is the tenth case &lt;br /&gt;I've treated. The others all died".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Teacher : " Can anybody give an example of COINCIDENCE?"&lt;br /&gt;One Student : "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day and&lt;br /&gt;at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Teacher : " George Washington not only chopped down his father's&lt;br /&gt;Cherry tree, but also admitted doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Now do you know why his father didn't punish him ?"&lt;br /&gt;One Student: " Because George still had the axe in is hand."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-6466398168008262541?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/6466398168008262541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/6466398168008262541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2007/04/stupid-questions-with-smart-answers.html' title='STUPID QUESTIONS WITH THE SMART ANSWERS'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-2593644348298483078</id><published>2007-04-11T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:52:41.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference Between Rich/Poor People?</title><content type='html'>Article By: &lt;a href="http://www.submit-news.com/profile/Robert-Joseph/88"&gt;Robert Joseph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was great, Dad." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah," said the son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son answered: "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We buy our food, but they grow theirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy's father was speechless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.submit-news.com/"&gt;Article Source&lt;/a&gt;: http://www.submit-news.com - Share your news or articles with us now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-2593644348298483078?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/2593644348298483078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/2593644348298483078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2007/04/difference-between-richpoor-people.html' title='The Difference Between Rich/Poor People?'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-4670787380627905339</id><published>2007-04-09T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:42:32.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;VITAMIN C LYRICS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Graduation (Friends Forever)"&lt;br /&gt;And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;br /&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt;You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;br /&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking of that night in June&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know much of love&lt;br /&gt;But it came too soon&lt;br /&gt;And there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;And then we got real blue&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home talking on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels[1] -&lt;br /&gt;As we go on&lt;br /&gt;We remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;Had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt;Come Whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still beFriends Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we get the big jobs&lt;br /&gt;And we make the big money&lt;br /&gt;When we look back now&lt;br /&gt;Will our jokes still be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;br /&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;br /&gt;Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;br /&gt;Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels [Repeat 1]&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la:&lt;br /&gt;We will still be friends forever&lt;br /&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;br /&gt;Can we survive it out there?&lt;br /&gt;Can we make it somehow?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;br /&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?&lt;br /&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 1 (3x)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-4670787380627905339?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/4670787380627905339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/4670787380627905339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2007/04/friends-forever.html' title='Friends Forever'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-2441276303675827224</id><published>2007-04-09T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T10:19:02.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Importance of Grades</title><content type='html'>By : &lt;a href="http://www.seekthat.net/authordetail.php?autid=1706"&gt;Robert Joseph&lt;/a&gt;    Submitted 2007-04-09 15:11:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While getting an education is important, human potential is not so limited that it can be measured merely by an apitude for rote learning. Grades are just one means by which to reveal the gem at the center of your life. So do not evaluate yourself solely on grades or the school you attend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been said recently that one's EQ is more important that one's IQ. This attests to the importance of such broadranging human qualities as compassion or a staunch fighting spirit, which no IQ test can guage. For this reason, it is foolish to think that your grades at sixteen or eighteen or whatever, will determine the rest of your life. There's much more to human potential than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your studies are important. But your present grades do not doom you to a less-than-bright future. If you think this way, you will keep yourself from nurturing your abilities. If you give up trying to mine the gem in your life, your personal development will cease. This is something to avoid at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some get accepted at universities but don't work hard there. There are some who become overbearing and arrogant. The world needs leaders-- not elitists. Others stop striving for personal growth after entering a big company or becoming bureaucrats, doctors, or lawyers. Some people who graduate from top universities even resort to crime. Many people, achieving their personal goals, forget to work for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Actually, graduating and getting a job is just the beginning, not the final destination. But many think only about what they want to become, not what they can contribute to the society. Greatness as a human being is not determined by educational background or social position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your future depends on the efforts you make and whether you are walking the correct path. It's not important how you compare to others but how you compare to who you were yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The question is how we can live happily, in a way true to ourselves, where we can always look forward and advance. Suppose you are lost in the jungle. You want to find your way out and reach the ocean but don't know which way to go. What do you do? The answer is to keep moving ahead. Eventually, you will reach a river, and when you follow the river downstream, you will reach the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Being young means wrestling with all kinds of problems. It means resolving them, in spite of all difficulties, pushing aside the dark clouds of despair and advancing toward the sun, toward hope. Such strength and resilience are the hallmarks of youth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddhists gain the widsom throught daily practice that the important thing is to keep moving forward. While struggling with various problems, it is vital that you advance-- even if it's only one or two inches. If you do so, later, when you look back you'll see that you have actually made your way through the jungle in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Resource: From the book "The Way Of Youth"&lt;br /&gt;Article From &lt;a href="http://www.seekthat.net/"&gt;Seekthat.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-2441276303675827224?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/2441276303675827224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/2441276303675827224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2007/04/importance-of-grades.html' title='Importance of Grades'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704326552299958726.post-1884096262031269046</id><published>2007-04-08T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T06:46:29.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st entry</title><content type='html'>Testing 1 2 3...found myself so bored stiff .....i m writing this and i have just no idea why i'm writing this ... i think it'sbecause i just have nothing better to do but to write something on my blog...however i'm just so bored and being bored made me so tired that i can't thinkof anything nice or anything for the matter to write ... haiz ...i'm just soo... BORED....!!! i think thats the reason why i'm writing this ... its because i'm just bored and have nothing really better to do but to write this to test my blog... yawns.... ZzZ ... i'm so bored .... and i have nothing to do...what can i do but to write this boring 1st entry of my blog because i'm just bored and have nothing to do... i hope this post is long enough for you coz i'm so bored..running out of words to write about how bored i am... and being bored i wrote this.....=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704326552299958726-1884096262031269046?l=forti-ssimo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/1884096262031269046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704326552299958726/posts/default/1884096262031269046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forti-ssimo.blogspot.com/2007/04/1st-entry.html' title='1st entry'/><author><name>Eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14090517599467692228</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></entry></feed>
