<?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-2002769407915075298</id><updated>2012-01-29T03:06:53.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My World</title><subtitle type='html'>A place filled with thought, dreams, love , criticism ,recipes, comments anguish collides</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</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>266</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-1718594820840009146</id><published>2011-11-30T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:38:04.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR_7bY_mtwGj8lVkIHm3aDJSKtMxq594qDA1FCslvQ6hAbtO4KBM5IfXu_4"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 283px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR_7bY_mtwGj8lVkIHm3aDJSKtMxq594qDA1FCslvQ6hAbtO4KBM5IfXu_4" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light of the world&lt;br /&gt;You shine when all is lost&lt;br /&gt;You brighten the way for me&lt;br /&gt;You brought me warmth&lt;br /&gt;A clear mind&lt;br /&gt;And a warm heart&lt;br /&gt;Father I need you&lt;br /&gt;Light of my world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-1718594820840009146?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1718594820840009146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=1718594820840009146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1718594820840009146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1718594820840009146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2011/11/light-of-world-you-shine-when-all-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-4061030918493630237</id><published>2011-11-24T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T06:48:04.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.O What ?</title><content type='html'>Your crimson hair mirrors the glory of the evening sun&lt;br /&gt;Your blue green eyes enchant those who gaze upon you&lt;br /&gt;Trapping them in a world of marvel and mystery&lt;br /&gt;Your red cheeks are outblushes the roses of the feilds&lt;br /&gt;Your smile metls the blocks of Iceland&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty is a source of life to a dying man &lt;br /&gt;It intoxicates and makes all man want more &lt;br /&gt;Its power makes even the saness man mad&lt;br /&gt;And its like water that rejuvernizes any sold&lt;br /&gt;It never fails or fall dim as time passes&lt;br /&gt;My beloved if only I know your name&lt;br /&gt;You are found in places no one looks&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness amazes me &lt;br /&gt;Your passion entangles me  &lt;br /&gt;I am on the brink of being chaos &lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you &lt;br /&gt;Yet I know not where are you &lt;br /&gt;You shy in the shadows &lt;br /&gt;Hidding quietly till I find you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, my dear library staff &lt;br /&gt;If only you would tell me your name ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-4061030918493630237?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4061030918493630237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=4061030918493630237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/4061030918493630237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/4061030918493630237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2011/11/oo-what.html' title='O.O What ?'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-653911329073391996</id><published>2011-07-04T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T14:04:53.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family of love or abominations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I sat half naked and fresh from 13 hours of sleep on board, images and voices from the events hours earlier hit me like a large waves. I tried to hide behind my cold cup of juice and shut my eyes to forget only to find myself meeting face to face. One issue is clear. Family is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The saying maybe overated and being used in countless films and movies as a underlying moral theme to educate children of the worth of being united. To be truthful, as I grow older each year, I find myself believing in this value difficult and somewhat estranged to it. As a child, this has been my core belief and trusted value. I would do anything to protect it. But as the years goes by, the family unit becomes irrelevant and troublesome. It becomes an obstacle rather than happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      With many arguments and sore discussions, we find ourselves doubting its meaning in the saying "family is important". We find ourselves questioning is it worth it ? May it be precious time spent to find unappreciative remarks by a loved ones or joyless encounters which leaves us dry and tired or even the petty arguments which have many layers deep of issues burying it. What was once so precious only becomes an eye sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The question we ought to ask is what happen ? How did we move from the point of "I love you" to the point of " you disgust me " ? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-653911329073391996?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/653911329073391996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=653911329073391996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/653911329073391996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/653911329073391996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2011/07/family-of-love-or-abominations.html' title='Family of love or abominations'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-9096869673162293626</id><published>2011-07-01T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T15:18:39.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How daring of we, mere humans to desire your love&lt;br /&gt;A spectacle that deserves no honour nor attention&lt;br /&gt;An outcast, a rag worthless and rotten&lt;br /&gt;in comparison with Thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make ourselves gods&lt;br /&gt;not knowing You laugh at us&lt;br /&gt;Pitying our endless struggle&lt;br /&gt;O, how have we sinned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anger thee, the one great creator of universes&lt;br /&gt;The light of all beings and the center of creations&lt;br /&gt;How wrong are we to turn from You&lt;br /&gt;To go against what little kindness You gave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spin the planets and command the stars&lt;br /&gt;The universe is in the palms of your hands&lt;br /&gt;Time bows down to you&lt;br /&gt;And with a single word, all creation can be turned to destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, how foolish are we,&lt;br /&gt;To turn our backs on Him&lt;br /&gt;To make ourselves greater than He&lt;br /&gt;I shiver and tremble of the thought of angering Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the depths of Hell, I find no peace&lt;br /&gt;to the deepest and darkness I hide but to no avail&lt;br /&gt;Because You are there wherever I go&lt;br /&gt;I may hide from men or the devil but I will never hide myself from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In nothingness You are there&lt;br /&gt;Your words are law&lt;br /&gt;Your might as draws no limits&lt;br /&gt;Your strength extend to no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet&lt;br /&gt;I ... I ...&lt;br /&gt;I am speechless&lt;br /&gt;Awed ,amazed, swept off my feet &lt;br /&gt;knowing this greatest fact in the word&lt;br /&gt;That is&lt;br /&gt;You love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-9096869673162293626?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/9096869673162293626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=9096869673162293626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/9096869673162293626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/9096869673162293626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-daring-of-we-mere-humans-to-desire.html' title=''/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-3909099643890450721</id><published>2011-07-01T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T15:00:07.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful, Spectacular, Marvelous, Awesome, Sparkling, Radiant, Magnificent, All knowing. Beautiful, beautiful ,beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot describe You&lt;br /&gt;You are beyond my biggest dreams&lt;br /&gt;Who can compare to You&lt;br /&gt;The author and creator of life&lt;br /&gt;Your works and your being&lt;br /&gt;just looking at you&lt;br /&gt;No words can describe You&lt;br /&gt;My words are meaningless&lt;br /&gt;Letters are not enough&lt;br /&gt;To contained such beauty&lt;br /&gt;Such awe&lt;br /&gt;I tremble at the thought&lt;br /&gt;of your presence&lt;br /&gt;I trembled at the thought&lt;br /&gt;of your audience&lt;br /&gt;A beauty like no other&lt;br /&gt;My God my God my God&lt;br /&gt;You take my breath a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-3909099643890450721?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3909099643890450721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=3909099643890450721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3909099643890450721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3909099643890450721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2011/07/his-beauty.html' title='His Beauty'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-1270425966092434737</id><published>2011-06-18T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T13:34:28.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here in my little shell</title><content type='html'>Here in my little shell,&lt;br /&gt;I am happy&lt;br /&gt;I am unhindered&lt;br /&gt;I can be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in my little shell,&lt;br /&gt;I do not have worries&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a care&lt;br /&gt;I do not have problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in my little shell,&lt;br /&gt;I sheltered from storm,&lt;br /&gt;I succumbed to no foe&lt;br /&gt;I live my life in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in my little shell,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what friends are&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the world is&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what love is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in my little shell,&lt;br /&gt;I have no adventure&lt;br /&gt;I have no days to look forward&lt;br /&gt;I have no chance to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in my little shell,&lt;br /&gt;By my own,&lt;br /&gt;I peak through the small little hold&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid to go&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid venture&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid to love&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid to be who I am&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid to lose control&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid to be something else&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid to become someone outstanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to but I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;This comfort is too much to lose&lt;br /&gt;for the life of uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;for a life of pain and confusion&lt;br /&gt;For a a life of dissatisfaction&lt;br /&gt;For a life of danger &lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-1270425966092434737?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1270425966092434737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=1270425966092434737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1270425966092434737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1270425966092434737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2011/06/here-in-my-little-shell.html' title='Here in my little shell'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-3364164436498688474</id><published>2011-05-10T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T15:03:12.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BAM !The gunshot goes off&lt;br /&gt;they ran with all their might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;stood there motionless&lt;br /&gt;trying with all my might&lt;br /&gt;to move even just a step forward&lt;br /&gt;But my legs would not move&lt;br /&gt;and the race has already begun&lt;br /&gt;All there is left is&lt;br /&gt;             me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lonely pony &lt;br /&gt;questioning the reason of my state&lt;br /&gt;gnashing my teeth at the wind&lt;br /&gt;frustrated with the sand&lt;br /&gt;angry with my shoes&lt;br /&gt;but who is there to blame&lt;br /&gt;but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help&lt;br /&gt;someone to pull me out of this water&lt;br /&gt;because if I struggle any further&lt;br /&gt;the deeper I sink&lt;br /&gt;Like quick sand sucking me in&lt;br /&gt;till I am no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-3364164436498688474?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3364164436498688474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=3364164436498688474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3364164436498688474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3364164436498688474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2011/05/bam-gunshot-goes-off-they-ran-with-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-8751701498255368484</id><published>2011-03-25T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:30:58.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodies of Love</title><content type='html'>Love Love Love&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is hunting for love&lt;br /&gt;Feels like it is the season for love&lt;br /&gt;As all the land sprouts of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love&lt;br /&gt;Where art thou ?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I found you&lt;br /&gt;There there there !&lt;br /&gt;But all I found was your shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the beautiful scenery&lt;br /&gt;The trees, the flowers and the sky&lt;br /&gt;And thought Yes ! Finally I have found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Love love love&lt;br /&gt;You hide in the depths&lt;br /&gt;so that no one sees&lt;br /&gt;Those whose seek you&lt;br /&gt;cannot find you&lt;br /&gt;Those who hunt you&lt;br /&gt;Wont even catch a glimpse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love&lt;br /&gt;You are a funny thing&lt;br /&gt;Just when I have given up hope&lt;br /&gt;You were there all along staring at me&lt;br /&gt;But I just did not want to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chase after the wind&lt;br /&gt;An idiot who acts smart&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love&lt;br /&gt;When all else compares to Thee&lt;br /&gt;The world shalt fade&lt;br /&gt;And only Thee my Love&lt;br /&gt;Shall remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love&lt;br /&gt;When the trembles roar&lt;br /&gt;And the my heart apart&lt;br /&gt;There you are silently&lt;br /&gt;Picking me up&lt;br /&gt;Licking my wounds&lt;br /&gt;Pulling me up&lt;br /&gt;Its that you&lt;br /&gt;I do not know&lt;br /&gt;Its that you&lt;br /&gt;I do not see&lt;br /&gt;Its that you&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to FACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-8751701498255368484?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8751701498255368484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=8751701498255368484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/8751701498255368484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/8751701498255368484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2011/03/melodies-of-love.html' title='Melodies of Love'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-9021012161166027512</id><published>2011-01-19T16:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T17:02:02.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a magnificent life ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a magnificent life?&lt;br /&gt;It is perfect&lt;br /&gt;No flaw No mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without shame, without pain&lt;br /&gt;Without sadness&lt;br /&gt;Without boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of passion&lt;br /&gt;With knowledge and much to attain&lt;br /&gt;No delay nor suppression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time of joy&lt;br /&gt;with endless excitement&lt;br /&gt;With music and asset&lt;br /&gt;Easily attain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What family and friends&lt;br /&gt;Happy and harmonious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a magnificent life ?&lt;br /&gt;Just that its a facade&lt;br /&gt;And nothing more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you won't enjoy happiness without sadness&lt;br /&gt;Nor cherish passion without coldness&lt;br /&gt;Nor excitement without boredom&lt;br /&gt;Nor friends and family without arguments&lt;br /&gt;Nor satisfaction or comfort without working for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-9021012161166027512?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/9021012161166027512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=9021012161166027512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/9021012161166027512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/9021012161166027512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-magnificent-life.html' title='What a magnificent life ?'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-5569720534871915966</id><published>2011-01-17T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T10:44:48.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An inspirational Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;My Song&lt;br /&gt;Vocals: Girls Dead Monster (marina as Iwasawa)&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Maeda Jun&lt;br /&gt;Composition: Maeda Jun&lt;br /&gt;Arrangement: Hikarisyuyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ends while I’m searching for where I can vent my irritations to&lt;br /&gt;The sky turns gray and I can’t see anything beyond it&lt;br /&gt;Those who feign common sense are laughing; what kind of lies will they tell next?&lt;br /&gt;Can you leave the things gotten that way carefully embellished?&lt;br /&gt;But I must move forward to tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll sing like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s you who are crying, it’s you who are lonely&lt;br /&gt;You’re right, you’re being human&lt;br /&gt;Tears I’ve shed will say this&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a lie that it’s so beautiful, even like this; thank you for our true selves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are dreams you want to fulfill and dreams you can’t reach&lt;br /&gt;That itself turns into a dream, turns into hope, and people are able to live on, right?&lt;br /&gt;A door exists; it’s waiting there&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll reach out my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you who are crushed, here’s the strength and confidence for you to be able to fight again and my song&lt;br /&gt;Tears I’ve shed will say this&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the miracle that we were able to meet in a dirty and ugly world, even like this&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-5569720534871915966?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5569720534871915966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=5569720534871915966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/5569720534871915966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/5569720534871915966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2011/01/inspirational-song.html' title='An inspirational Song'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-4449703491677183612</id><published>2011-01-15T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T16:59:27.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration from Beethoven no,5</title><content type='html'>As thousands and thousands of people filled the empty seats of the great hall. Each expecting something magnificent. Each expecting to experience a sense of pleasure, enlightenment and a sense of greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The stage became dark but there was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But a soft sound is heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was sound of sadness and dismayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;One could cry and almost be depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suddenly&lt;br /&gt;The spot light&lt;br /&gt;As the pianist entered a great crescendo&lt;br /&gt;As if giving a loud roar to the audience&lt;br /&gt;One could feel the anger and rage&lt;br /&gt;The stress and anguish&lt;br /&gt;The pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the sound of single keys playing&lt;br /&gt;As if little children&lt;br /&gt;whispering their minds&lt;br /&gt;Their loneliness&lt;br /&gt;and the abandonment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it ends&lt;br /&gt;Another crescendo steps in&lt;br /&gt;as if to echoed the dismayed felt&lt;br /&gt;as if to sing along with the misery&lt;br /&gt;and with a great forte&lt;br /&gt;The pianist stops and finished his great piece&lt;br /&gt;The lights shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They crowd clapped&lt;br /&gt;They cheered&lt;br /&gt;Many praised and even shouted in delight&lt;br /&gt;of the great music that was heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no words said&lt;br /&gt;But through each note&lt;br /&gt;a message was told&lt;br /&gt;A story enfold&lt;br /&gt;only those who listen&lt;br /&gt;Will heed its calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-4449703491677183612?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4449703491677183612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=4449703491677183612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/4449703491677183612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/4449703491677183612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2011/01/inspiration-from-beethoven-no5.html' title='Inspiration from Beethoven no,5'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-6805317949000586567</id><published>2011-01-07T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:22:10.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JS 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L8SKnKSRgTg/TSfHaBb9CaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ue9gEpSetEI/s1600/100_2610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L8SKnKSRgTg/TSfHaBb9CaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ue9gEpSetEI/s320/100_2610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559631514888374690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L8SKnKSRgTg/TSfHT9ICcCI/AAAAAAAAAME/zcppWxFVIao/s1600/100_2608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L8SKnKSRgTg/TSfHT9ICcCI/AAAAAAAAAME/zcppWxFVIao/s320/100_2608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559631410651885602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JS 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;           Our school picture ! What am I talking about ? Well, it is a school and its called jeremiah school, hence the name JS. Why did I post it ? Well I would like to tell you that we have all grown since the last post. Many of us have moved on with our lives. Many of us have gone to pursue a degree and a respected future. Some of us have even had life partners and even been very active members in University. Some of have gone overseas and others have stayed back to study. What really amazes me is that we have travelled so far in 3 years that this seems to be only a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Guys if you ever get to read this . How have you been ? Remember the promises we had ? That we would stick together ? I guess that won't happen. It does not matter. How is your walk with God ? Have you strayed away ? Have you been walking beside Him or away from Him ? Have to been destroyed by depression and sad events in your life ? Have you been blinded from what is in front of you that you forgot what is above ? Have you been so afraid of speaking out when you should ? Have you been lost in a maze and seem to be heading the wrong direction ? I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I am not here to judge because similarly I have been in those questions and doubts. I feel that I am running a rat race with no purpose or end. I guess when times are hard. You become hardened. So guys if you read this, I just have one thing to say ! I am turning my face back to Him. The fact I have not posted this up is to tell you that I want to make this a reality before telling you guys. Anyways take care and be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-6805317949000586567?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6805317949000586567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=6805317949000586567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6805317949000586567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6805317949000586567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2011/01/js-2008.html' title='JS 2008'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L8SKnKSRgTg/TSfHaBb9CaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ue9gEpSetEI/s72-c/100_2610.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-8210041240305522220</id><published>2011-01-03T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:02:31.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever have the feeling that you are going around in circles like an endless maze ? It a feeling like just when you are about to reach the exit, you find yourself at the start once more. It became so hard that you welled up in your comfort zone. You became so comfortable until you forgot how to try ? I guess things will never move until you take that step forward. Its not that step forward but that unwilling to give up attitude must be present. And Oh yeah, I forgot the most important part. You need someone stronger pulling you out. Guiding you and pulling you out. They play an essential role. As for me, I know God will pull me out because I have faith in Him. Because I know He is good . Because I know that He loves me infinitely that I could never comprehend. He loves my soul and my being. And even though I really don't know what will happen when I pass away. Of which religion is the true way. I am living this live following Christ. For a very simple reason, I believe in Love. Why do sound so vague? What Love am I talking about ? Well ladies and gentlemen, its a warm feeling when comes upon you. You feel that emptiness within you filled. You feel that you belonged in this place. That nothing and nothing can take that place away from you. You ask me why do people run away from this love ? There are many reasons. The first to count is fear. A fear of the unknown, a fear of the troubles, a fear of rejection from loved ones. A fear of discrimination and alienation.  Second reason would be pleasure and escapism.  They would rather dwell on the "fake" pleasures than to wait for the real deal. And the third. A burn out. That is what happen when one forgets this love. He could recall this feeling as his heart has gone cold. He would accept this love because he cannot sense it anymore. Just like a man who has become blind. It would be heart for love enter his heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-8210041240305522220?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8210041240305522220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=8210041240305522220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/8210041240305522220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/8210041240305522220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2011/01/have-you-ever-have-feeling-that-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-1751038231840278810</id><published>2011-01-02T10:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T10:30:30.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3 people standing in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who I do not love&lt;br /&gt;One who I hope to loved&lt;br /&gt;One who I loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One came&lt;br /&gt;One ran&lt;br /&gt;One walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;It brings pain&lt;br /&gt;It bring grieve&lt;br /&gt;It storm a person's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is also a haven&lt;br /&gt;It bring comfort&lt;br /&gt;It brings excitement&lt;br /&gt;It brings joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people standing in front of me&lt;br /&gt;And they seem so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-1751038231840278810?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1751038231840278810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=1751038231840278810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1751038231840278810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1751038231840278810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2011/01/three-people.html' title='Three people'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7126393253638785786</id><published>2011-01-01T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T18:00:01.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New heart</title><content type='html'>2010 holds many significant changes in my life. Some events are just tragic, Some events have been full of excitement and Some have been heart warming. I just noticed that in every event I have been through there was one person behind it and that is God. Whether it was sitting on my bed and being totally lost and self destructive or on cloud 9 and the adventures. He pulled my through my depression and lost. The pain of separation, the confusion, the fear and the disillusion. He rejoiced with my accomplishments, reliefs, and thought many great life lessons. What holds on ahead ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not like to make a new year resolution in which I might not keep (i checked ). Rather a yearning for a new heart. A new start ! Some tend to celebrate a "birthday" or a celebration to welcome a new perspective in life. I just want to hold on and hopefully walk forward with strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7126393253638785786?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7126393253638785786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7126393253638785786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7126393253638785786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7126393253638785786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-heart.html' title='New heart'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7012114910445578321</id><published>2010-12-19T08:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T08:49:51.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A message to you</title><content type='html'>If only you could read this, I really wish you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;                        You are going down a path&lt;br /&gt;                          A path which brings pain&lt;br /&gt;                         Pain to you and others&lt;br /&gt;                      Others that love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       You are trying to get attention&lt;br /&gt;                              Attention that you always got,&lt;br /&gt;                       Gotten despite you realizing it&lt;br /&gt;                               It was there beside all along&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;                       Along with the love and recognition&lt;br /&gt;                            Recognition that you thought&lt;br /&gt;                         You thought you lost&lt;br /&gt;                                  Your lost is found here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Here in this humble heart&lt;br /&gt;                                  Heart that is longing&lt;br /&gt;                           Longing for your return&lt;br /&gt;                                Your return that would joyous&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                 Joy and celebration&lt;br /&gt;                               Celebration when you are found&lt;br /&gt;                                 Found and belong&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;                           If only you could hear&lt;br /&gt;                              Hear my warnings&lt;br /&gt;                            Warnings and signs&lt;br /&gt;                            Signs to run and flee&lt;br /&gt;                             Flee from this path&lt;br /&gt;                           This path of destruction&lt;br /&gt;                             Destruction that meets you&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;                           If only you could hear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7012114910445578321?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7012114910445578321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7012114910445578321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7012114910445578321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7012114910445578321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/12/message-to-you.html' title='A message to you'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-2789045044992483764</id><published>2010-12-18T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T09:49:20.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had those times when you know that someone is going to the wrong direction and there is nothing you can do about it ?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt so helpless waiting at home while others go out and fight ?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a situation where you could do more to help or console someone?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought that if you could just make that final bit things would turn out alright ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ucar.edu/communications/staffnotes/0510/images/silverlining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 296px;" src="http://www.ucar.edu/communications/staffnotes/0510/images/silverlining.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image from google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Oscar Wilde once said: "What seems to be bitter trials are often blessing in disguise". I guess what Oscar is trying to impress on us is that if we do not give up or surrender in these situations, perhaps there is oft a silver lining hidden in the clouds and stars in the dark sky. What makes great men and women is the ability to cling on to the tiniest bit of hope and work towards it. I can't seem to find the right words to say if you ever encountered such a disaster or despair in your life but perhaps words from &lt;b&gt;Heinrich Emil Brunner &lt;/b&gt;could someone give you some comfort - What oxygen it to lungs, such is hope to the meaning of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-2789045044992483764?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2789045044992483764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=2789045044992483764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2789045044992483764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2789045044992483764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/12/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-3663372945206665000</id><published>2010-12-06T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:08:07.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When the sky is too big for me&lt;br /&gt;     When it cover my head&lt;br /&gt;     When the dark cloud surround me&lt;br /&gt;     And its a dead end ahead&lt;br /&gt;     You are bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When I try to walk from one end to another&lt;br /&gt;    And It seems like forever&lt;br /&gt;    When I run and never stop&lt;br /&gt;    When I have traveled the earth&lt;br /&gt;   You are love is wider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When the darkness seems like an eternity&lt;br /&gt;   And the brightest light grew dim&lt;br /&gt;  When the world is to end&lt;br /&gt;  And we cant see the future&lt;br /&gt;  You my silver lining&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-3663372945206665000?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3663372945206665000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=3663372945206665000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3663372945206665000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3663372945206665000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/12/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-3496548258473310518</id><published>2010-12-06T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T05:31:57.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world are you ?</title><content type='html'>You don't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;You don't react to anything&lt;br /&gt;And after dismissing your friend&lt;br /&gt;You just carry on with your daily life&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand what are you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go out with friends of the opposite sex alone&lt;br /&gt;You spent lots of time with ... going on your mini projects&lt;br /&gt;You grow closer as you share your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And all you expect was to be friends ?&lt;br /&gt;I just can't understand what are you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't react when you are talked to&lt;br /&gt;You don't heed the warnings that I gave you&lt;br /&gt;You don't see the distress that you have caused&lt;br /&gt;You are normal ... Like a FREAKING robot but you are not&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want people to care for you&lt;br /&gt;But when they need you, you smile as they burnt in pain&lt;br /&gt;Silently telling others that " he just a piece of trash " that dropped&lt;br /&gt;You laugh and sing like nothing has happened ...&lt;br /&gt;I hate I hate I REALLY HATE&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE DEEP DOWN&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW YOU ARE NEITHER HUMAN NOR ROBOT&lt;br /&gt;because robots are smart&lt;br /&gt;and human have hearts&lt;br /&gt;So my the question that I have longed to hear ... the one thing I seriously want to know ... that it would literallllllllllllly kill me to know&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IN THE FREAKING WORLD ARE YOU !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-3496548258473310518?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3496548258473310518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=3496548258473310518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3496548258473310518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3496548258473310518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-in-world-are-you.html' title='What in the world are you ?'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-3783655667197953850</id><published>2010-12-05T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T03:47:03.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The real thing</title><content type='html'>Dearest Mrs Chiam,&lt;br /&gt;                  I would like to express my deepest apologies for being such an idiot recently. I know you going to make me pay by doing more house chores and you are going to nag and remind me in the future because what I have done. I am quite thankful for the good friends of mine that stopped me from making a big mistake. You see, I nearly ended up having a relationship with these two girls which I am not supposed to be in. Well, I nearly mess up their lives and mine too. Thanks to God for pulled me out and these friends who by His grace convinced me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Dearest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I am looking forward to the day of meeting you. The affection and attraction will be intense =) But importantly, the love we share for one another and Him. I hope you are preparing yourself because I am going to work hard. I want to prepare myself for you. To be your bridegroom and husband. I want to experience this real love no matter how ugly it may seem. I wish to look into your eyes and not wanting to look away. I wish to touch your hair and stroke it while looking at you sleep. I wish to cuddle you and support you in prayer. I wish to care for you.&lt;br /&gt;Though it may looked unreal now. I pray your persevere. Because, I pray the day we meet, the day He will blessed us. With love and care =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                               Your lover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-3783655667197953850?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3783655667197953850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=3783655667197953850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3783655667197953850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3783655667197953850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/12/real-thing.html' title='The real thing'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-6548706215161324772</id><published>2010-11-29T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T11:55:39.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Him</title><content type='html'>We are but flowers&lt;br /&gt;Now here and tomorrow gone&lt;br /&gt;Yet Your love shower&lt;br /&gt;On us that is considered none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You captivate me&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty is beyond description&lt;br /&gt;Your heart as huge as the sea&lt;br /&gt;Your affection knows no portion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh God,&lt;br /&gt;rid me of this dirty linen&lt;br /&gt;that has covered my soul&lt;br /&gt;Tainted me&lt;br /&gt;Driven me apart for eternity&lt;br /&gt;Pull me back to You&lt;br /&gt;I pray&lt;br /&gt;For I am not far from you&lt;br /&gt;and I cant swim no more "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is forever faithful&lt;br /&gt;Glory be to highest&lt;br /&gt;For His grace for this fool&lt;br /&gt;Praise be to him the mightiest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-6548706215161324772?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6548706215161324772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=6548706215161324772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6548706215161324772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6548706215161324772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/11/him.html' title='Him'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-3538505050730678125</id><published>2010-11-25T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T15:30:55.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I sleep in your lap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I sleep on your lap&lt;br /&gt;And fears will go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I sleep on your lap&lt;br /&gt;And forget my doubt so gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I sleep on your lap&lt;br /&gt;And just to think of you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I sleep on your lap&lt;br /&gt;And stay on it till the end of day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I sleep on your lap&lt;br /&gt;Can I ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-3538505050730678125?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3538505050730678125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=3538505050730678125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3538505050730678125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3538505050730678125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/11/can-i-sleep-in-your-lap.html' title='Can I sleep in your lap'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-970455131074457235</id><published>2010-11-21T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T01:36:41.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of hot water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O hot water&lt;br /&gt;Every time you touch my body&lt;br /&gt;I am enticed&lt;br /&gt;You cleansed me from top to toe&lt;br /&gt;Just being with you I could go one forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O hot water&lt;br /&gt;The days you left are cold&lt;br /&gt;Without your warm cold is my foe&lt;br /&gt;How I miss you&lt;br /&gt;your refreshing spring&lt;br /&gt;That braves me from the shiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O hot water&lt;br /&gt;Tho I called you never came&lt;br /&gt;I was lonely and hungry&lt;br /&gt;my froze like snow &lt;br /&gt;and iceland I know live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O hot water&lt;br /&gt;now that you have come&lt;br /&gt;I thank Thee so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-970455131074457235?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/970455131074457235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=970455131074457235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/970455131074457235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/970455131074457235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/11/story-of-hot-water.html' title='The story of hot water'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-1779102815502997558</id><published>2010-11-14T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T12:33:43.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been two months since I arrived at this place. I felt that I have done nothing, accomplish nothing and essentially hit the breaks when my dreams are concern. My spelling has dropped terribly because I have evidently stopped reading. I still have the brains to analyze things but I seldom do that. Actualization - Its a term coined by Carl Rogers. Its the tendency for growth and fulfillment. In other words, He puts it as if the condition is favourable, we will attempt to develop our potentialities to their maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have met with a road block. And that road is blocking me and my Creator. Its called sin. Why is this relevant at all ? Well, this is might sound crazy but I think I can only assert by full potential when I am in a relationship with my creator. I don't dwell in my sins and remorse and guilt. BUT actively move forward. Does this make sense ? Well simply put, I can only move forward with Him looking out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound absurd ? Well I guess partly is when you realize something important has passed you by. You feel remorse and regret. Well, I don't want to let things by. I want to focus !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-1779102815502997558?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1779102815502997558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=1779102815502997558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1779102815502997558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1779102815502997558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-been-two-months-since-i-arrived-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-343377766539859679</id><published>2010-11-09T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T11:32:13.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption</title><content type='html'>I can never escape from your Spirit!&lt;br /&gt;I can never get away from your presence&lt;br /&gt;If I go up to heaven, you are there&lt;br /&gt;If I go down to the grave you are there&lt;br /&gt;If I ride the wings of the morning&lt;br /&gt;If I dwell by the farthest ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even there your hand will guide me&lt;br /&gt;and your strength will support me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I could ask darkness to hide me&lt;br /&gt;and the light around me to become night&lt;br /&gt;but even in darkness I cannot hide from you&lt;br /&gt;To you the night shines as bright as day&lt;br /&gt;Darkness and light are the same to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 139: 7-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God you are too great for me to even comprehend&lt;br /&gt;Only fools doubt you&lt;br /&gt;and yet&lt;br /&gt;we are the very fools that want your love&lt;br /&gt;We are the very fools that go against you&lt;br /&gt;We are the very fools that want glory and darkness&lt;br /&gt;We are the very fools who defy you and run away from you&lt;br /&gt;We are the very fools who threaten you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love us still the same&lt;br /&gt;You will seek us where we go&lt;br /&gt;You are waiting for us to find you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-343377766539859679?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/343377766539859679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=343377766539859679' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/343377766539859679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/343377766539859679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/11/redemption.html' title='Redemption'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-3179055763728641845</id><published>2010-11-09T09:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:42:11.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>I am sad and down&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what ailments have beseech me&lt;br /&gt;It colours my body in red and white dots&lt;br /&gt;My skin feels like jumping&lt;br /&gt;Wanting desperately for attention&lt;br /&gt;My body has been strapped to a load of iron&lt;br /&gt;My eyes grow weary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul wails of an emptiness&lt;br /&gt;My minds cries out in agony&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in confusion and pain&lt;br /&gt;Cornered by the very people who wants to aid me&lt;br /&gt;Ignored by those who love me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I escape this treachery&lt;br /&gt;How can I be in a land of freedom and cheerfulness&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord Redeem me from this depths&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand and pull me up&lt;br /&gt;I believe in your miracle&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;Let me not be fed to wolves&lt;br /&gt;Or eaten by maggots&lt;br /&gt;nor burn in this flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my sanctuary and my refuge&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-3179055763728641845?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3179055763728641845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=3179055763728641845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3179055763728641845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3179055763728641845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/11/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-9067223298010130331</id><published>2010-11-03T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:01:49.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would you dance with me&lt;br /&gt;Step by step&lt;br /&gt;I will bring you to a whole new world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Beat by beat&lt;br /&gt;I want to know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me lead you&lt;br /&gt;waltz by waltz&lt;br /&gt;We explore new adventures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me disappear&lt;br /&gt;little by little&lt;br /&gt;because two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the music play&lt;br /&gt;day by day&lt;br /&gt;till our souls fade away&lt;br /&gt;in this dance we sway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-9067223298010130331?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/9067223298010130331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=9067223298010130331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/9067223298010130331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/9067223298010130331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/11/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-9050178812244373427</id><published>2010-11-03T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:48:19.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All you see is that me&lt;br /&gt;The perfect me&lt;br /&gt;The marvelous me&lt;br /&gt;The outstanding me&lt;br /&gt;The confident me&lt;br /&gt;The bold me&lt;br /&gt;The intelligent me&lt;br /&gt;The "I can overcome all things" me&lt;br /&gt;The thoughtful me&lt;br /&gt;The controlled me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the secret depths&lt;br /&gt;There is&lt;br /&gt;The insecure me&lt;br /&gt;The afraid me&lt;br /&gt;The depressed me&lt;br /&gt;The shy me&lt;br /&gt;The indifferent me&lt;br /&gt;The " I don't know" me&lt;br /&gt;The crying me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you see&lt;br /&gt;the rotten me&lt;br /&gt;the irresponsible me&lt;br /&gt;the useless me&lt;br /&gt;the stupid me&lt;br /&gt;the good for nothing me&lt;br /&gt;the dangerous me&lt;br /&gt;the playful me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in secret&lt;br /&gt;there is&lt;br /&gt;the "in pain" me&lt;br /&gt;the scared me&lt;br /&gt;the insecure me&lt;br /&gt;the empty me&lt;br /&gt;the lost me&lt;br /&gt;the innocent me&lt;br /&gt;the loving and caring me&lt;br /&gt;the " I can be greater " me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear teacher, friend, mom, dad&lt;br /&gt;If only you could see me&lt;br /&gt;For this is me&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-9050178812244373427?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/9050178812244373427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=9050178812244373427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/9050178812244373427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/9050178812244373427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/11/shattered-glasses.html' title='Shattered glasses'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-9156491020837503802</id><published>2010-10-13T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T15:01:50.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bellarina</title><content type='html'>Little ballerina dance&lt;br /&gt; Dance, dance and dance&lt;br /&gt; With the sound of music&lt;br /&gt; You float in the air enthusiastically&lt;br /&gt; Close your eyes and dance majestically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The world scorns and hate you&lt;br /&gt; They look down on you&lt;br /&gt; They will beat you&lt;br /&gt;  They make you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But little ballerina dance&lt;br /&gt; Because when you dance&lt;br /&gt;  With the sound of music&lt;br /&gt;  They are no more&lt;br /&gt;  Close your eyes and dance&lt;br /&gt;  Dance , dance and dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Life before bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-9156491020837503802?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/9156491020837503802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=9156491020837503802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/9156491020837503802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/9156491020837503802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-bellarina.html' title='Little Bellarina'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7199407873062335361</id><published>2010-10-03T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T00:10:46.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its connected somehow</title><content type='html'>Have you felt that things are all linked up ? For example : The reason why you are scared of spiders is because you were beaten by one before. Or You are capable of cooking a delicious meal because maybe you just love good food. Medley once said that we tend to build a personal construct of life and learn from experience. What am I getting at ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I am trying to say is that our sins might be link to our inefficiency in life. Think about it! The reason why people that murder, drink and lust often live in a life of inferiority. Some of them will try to exert superiority to overcome the fear like threatening another victim. Or just become passive and unable to express him or herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree with me ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7199407873062335361?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7199407873062335361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7199407873062335361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7199407873062335361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7199407873062335361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-connected-somehow.html' title='Its connected somehow'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-3648394240075861117</id><published>2010-09-19T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T02:07:55.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L8SKnKSRgTg/TJXQu5RQcbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Y_duSxPDUOk/s1600/FallingMan_060829015536020_wideweb__300x430,1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L8SKnKSRgTg/TJXQu5RQcbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Y_duSxPDUOk/s320/FallingMan_060829015536020_wideweb__300x430,1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518546422478172594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image by Google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt like that ? Have you felt that you are starting to lose control of yourself ? Maybe its a part of your body that seizes to function? Maybe its your legs that won't move anymore? Or its your body that won't function ? And you feel helpless ? You feel you are losing yourself ? You ask yourself "who am I ?" "Why can't I do this anymore ?!! " Why are they doing it ? Why aren't they "cursed" as I ? You feel frustration well up within you. I felt this today. Though I am still physically fit, I feel that somehow I am emotionally and socially losing control of myself. That I want to take control of this being and tell it what to do ... But I can't ... At times like these ... Let Go ...And Let Him take control ... He is good and faithful. He will rescue ! Rest assured !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-3648394240075861117?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3648394240075861117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=3648394240075861117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3648394240075861117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3648394240075861117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/09/losing-control.html' title='Losing control'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L8SKnKSRgTg/TJXQu5RQcbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Y_duSxPDUOk/s72-c/FallingMan_060829015536020_wideweb__300x430,1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-1689788369866722940</id><published>2010-08-05T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T11:10:17.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayonara !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I once dream that I was sleeping just beside you in the field filled with sunflowers under that old tree. I once dream of the time we spent in the shop. I once dream of the time where we would spend talking about life. I once dream that you were that big part of life. - and when I wake up, you were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk pass the streets, and I reminded. I am reminded that you are no longer there. I am reminded of who I am. I am reminded of what i have transformed into. I am reminded of the failure and pain. I am reminded that I have no right to walk that path anymore because who i became.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a vision where i stabbed someone in heart like i did before. I had a vision where I caused pain and hurt to my love ones. I had a vision of a father failure that could not be an example to his kids. I had a vision of a teacher failure who could not impact his kids. I had vision of a wasted life spent alone and in solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes. I hear my heartbeat and listen my soul. This is not who i am or ever want to be  ! I want to be a better man ! A man that you can be proud of !! For that I have to let go the past, live in the present and hope for the future with Him in sight. I am sorry that we could not enjoy this sunset together because I am waking to a new dawn and a path of my own. Sayonara ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-1689788369866722940?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1689788369866722940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=1689788369866722940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1689788369866722940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1689788369866722940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/08/sayonara.html' title='Sayonara !!'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-2681424382249237424</id><published>2010-06-25T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:29:29.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fresh start</title><content type='html'>I am creating a new look for my block&lt;br /&gt;Its a picture of the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully pushing away some of the dark clouds&lt;br /&gt;Let me share my thoughts and feel free to comment !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-2681424382249237424?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2681424382249237424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=2681424382249237424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2681424382249237424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2681424382249237424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/06/fresh-start.html' title='A fresh start'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7412331272407450969</id><published>2010-05-17T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T08:09:14.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is a kind of sadness I cannot describe&lt;br /&gt;A kind of pain worse being stabbed in a knife&lt;br /&gt;A notion that makes me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;The bear feeling of rejection in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why you forsake me&lt;br /&gt;Because Like you I am also alone&lt;br /&gt;You say you do not have friends&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, Do I ?&lt;br /&gt;You say you do not have people that understands you&lt;br /&gt;Look at ME , HAVE I ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You search for that someone to care for you, to distract you&lt;br /&gt;Look at Me, AIN'T I LOOKING  ??&lt;br /&gt;You say you have physical problems&lt;br /&gt;Look at Me , Don't I ?&lt;br /&gt;You say you have mental problems&lt;br /&gt;Look at Me, do you know me ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you have pain and suffering&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT ME, WHAT AM I GOING THRU ?????&lt;br /&gt;You say you are alone and needs someone's company&lt;br /&gt;Look at ME, AIN'T I ???&lt;br /&gt;You say you cannot mix well with others and you prefer to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Look at Me, DO you think I mix well ?? DO you think I don't feel like being alone sometimes ???&lt;br /&gt;You say you are depressed&lt;br /&gt;Look at Me, ain't I ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE A CLOSER LOOK AT THE PERSON NEXT TO YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AM I SO MUCH DIFFERENT FROM YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU THINK YOU ARE THE ONLY FREAKING PERSON THAT IS SO LONELY ALIVE ?????&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDER HOW I FEEL ??? WHEN YOU DO THINGS SO WELL AND I DON'T ??&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDER THAT WHEN YOU SHOW GREAT TALENT, I CAN ONLY SIT AND MARVEL !!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDER THAT I HAVE PROBLEMS TOOO ?????&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDER MY FEELINGS WHENEVER YOU HAVE A BF ?????&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDER MY FEELINGS THAT YOU GET TO GO HOME EVER BLINKING WEEKEND AND I DON'T????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND YOU&lt;br /&gt;IS THAT I TRY !!&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T JUST CLING TO ANY BLINKING PERSON I SEE&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T JUST WANT INTIMACY WITHOUT RESPONSIBILITY&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T JUST SIT DOWN AND CRY&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T JUST WANT TO COMMIT SUICIDE&lt;br /&gt;I TRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TRY MY FREAKING BEST IN THIS GOD FORSAKEN PLACE&lt;br /&gt;SO FOR GOODNESS SAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WAKE UP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you will never know, won't you of what I have said&lt;br /&gt;Because you freaking blind to see me other than yourself&lt;br /&gt;Because you freaking death to hear me other than the sweet words that they tell you&lt;br /&gt;Because you freaking numb to feel for others other than their dirty fingers on you&lt;br /&gt;wake up .... I am sick and tired .... I won't be and WILL NOT be classified under those guys that left you !!! Because when I was there you were occupied with yourself ... When you did not need me ... you left .... And now when I leave .... I will not be under that category ... If I catch you saying that I will slap you !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7412331272407450969?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7412331272407450969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7412331272407450969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7412331272407450969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7412331272407450969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-is-kind-of-sadness-i-cannot-describe.html' title=''/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-2616228101071174970</id><published>2010-05-01T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:56:08.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is bette sweet</title><content type='html'>Love is like pandora box, once open could either bring you great power or destroy your soul.&lt;br /&gt;Love is warm, describable feeling that overwhelms a soul&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a thousand needles within the heart, striking it causing it to burst, until you stop it will go away&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a whip cream on a chocolate ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;Love is a like a lost treasure, once you find it, you keep it, because it will disappear if you don't&lt;br /&gt;Love is like the sky painted according to evening scenery - beautiful -&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a poisonous drug, once you stop you get cold turkey&lt;br /&gt;Love is a flood but does not destroys, instead it covers and make a new&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a heavy stone suppressing you when you drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guess i must fret no more, what's the use &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-2616228101071174970?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2616228101071174970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=2616228101071174970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2616228101071174970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2616228101071174970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-is-bette-sweet.html' title='Love is bette sweet'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-8040139824397097969</id><published>2010-04-23T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:19:38.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My passion</title><content type='html'>My passion, the thing that I want to do before I die. Is is to inspire people to make a difference with their lives. I would like to lit a fire within them for a change. A lasting change that comes from them, a heart that would not turn away from challenges, pain, their weaknesses. I want to them to see the end goal before they go. I want people to say that was not just an awesome speech or piece of work, but I want to do something like he said or I know what I want now. This is my desire in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-8040139824397097969?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8040139824397097969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=8040139824397097969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/8040139824397097969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/8040139824397097969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-passion.html' title='My passion'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7965549742835570667</id><published>2010-04-22T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:09:57.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Junctions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stood at that junction&lt;br /&gt;Between the left and right&lt;br /&gt;Filled with confusion&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to chose the correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood at that junction&lt;br /&gt;Between love and hate&lt;br /&gt;Lost in thoughtful sensation&lt;br /&gt;Clearing my mind in state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood at that junction&lt;br /&gt;between work and play&lt;br /&gt;Just to fill a satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the fate of that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood at that junction&lt;br /&gt;Between loses and fights&lt;br /&gt;Tired of the compassion&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to make a difference between lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood at that junction&lt;br /&gt;between friendship and lovers&lt;br /&gt;Not know which to motion&lt;br /&gt;Fearing what uncovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;I stood at that those junctions&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what would happen&lt;br /&gt;Where right seems better than left&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Hate was better that love&lt;br /&gt;Play was better than love&lt;br /&gt;Loses are better than fights&lt;br /&gt;Lovers are better than friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck&lt;br /&gt;We don't always get what we want&lt;br /&gt;And we should do the things&lt;br /&gt;that matters&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;I am taking the other&lt;br /&gt;The long and deserted road&lt;br /&gt;Hoping some day&lt;br /&gt;You will understand my decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7965549742835570667?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7965549742835570667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7965549742835570667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7965549742835570667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7965549742835570667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/04/road-junctions.html' title='Road Junctions'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-2675677801226343358</id><published>2010-04-10T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:08:04.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because you called</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Father &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seems like a dark hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My inabilities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My weakness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They overwhelm me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tremble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The strong winds blow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tide ready to pounce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The storm laughs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sand traps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will You walk with me ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because you called &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will walk with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because you called &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I will save you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because you called &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you will walk on water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because you called &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I shall be with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-2675677801226343358?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2675677801226343358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=2675677801226343358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2675677801226343358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2675677801226343358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/04/because-you-called.html' title='Because you called'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-5343444764239996438</id><published>2010-04-05T08:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T08:04:58.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a lie</title><content type='html'>Those words:&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I will never hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I will love your forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a lie ...&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;When you hear it&lt;br /&gt;Just walk away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-5343444764239996438?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5343444764239996438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Responsibility</title><content type='html'>One day I was walking down with my good friend and as we were talking. She told me that when she was young she wished she was someone else. That this was not her and maybe some other person can take her place and she would watch. Today, I really felt that I did not want to be myself. I wanted to give up being me. Because being me sucks and the problems that are there are too much. I wished I was another man with a brighter future and another kind of life. I wish this was just a temporary outpost that I could hang out and go back being another kind of life. Won't that be interesting ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * I guess one of the reason God does not give us so many lives or perfect ones is for one we will mess up both lives because we are so capable of doing that. And another reason is that we would never have asked Him for help if we could have a perfect live. This live is ours. Whether we suck at making it work or just having those problems overwhelm you. This is your choice and your life so make the best out of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-485931327280714474?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/485931327280714474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=485931327280714474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/485931327280714474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/485931327280714474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/04/responsibility.html' title='Responsibility'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-4273220974677062153</id><published>2010-03-28T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:11:56.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got a feeling early this morning&lt;br /&gt;How early .. I think it would about 1 .55&lt;br /&gt;What feeling ?&lt;br /&gt;The strangest and craziest dream&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that there was this great teacher having his lessons&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to Him&lt;br /&gt;He turned around from His blackboard&lt;br /&gt;And stared at me&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me like me ?&lt;br /&gt;Point to his nose&lt;br /&gt;Read !! Know the world&lt;br /&gt;Know History, Society, Art and Culture&lt;br /&gt;Know War and any knowledge you can find&lt;br /&gt;Student do not want to read text books&lt;br /&gt;They want to read YOU&lt;br /&gt;So wake up&lt;br /&gt;Pick up a book and read&lt;br /&gt;I asked :&lt;br /&gt;What about the other part of life ?&lt;br /&gt;He said&lt;br /&gt;live yours HIS way&lt;br /&gt;Many interesting stories you will live experiences you will learnt !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling something has struck a deep cord in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I am up to the challenge and I will take it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-4273220974677062153?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4273220974677062153/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-379300673774470455</id><published>2010-03-28T05:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T06:08:01.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my little blue Umbrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was swept with the great wind&lt;br /&gt;nearly blown off my feet&lt;br /&gt;i was vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wash by the down pour&lt;br /&gt;together with wind&lt;br /&gt;came rushin' to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thunder&lt;br /&gt;as if screaming threats&lt;br /&gt;to my little ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i standing there&lt;br /&gt;with my little blue umbrella&lt;br /&gt;marveled at such a great sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;inspite the storms&lt;br /&gt;and winds&lt;br /&gt;You keep me dry&lt;br /&gt;You shade me from the rain&lt;br /&gt;and cover my eyes at the thunders might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the waters touch my toes and legs&lt;br /&gt;You have kept&lt;br /&gt;most of me dry&lt;br /&gt;You are refuge&lt;br /&gt;by my side&lt;br /&gt;my little blue Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-379300673774470455?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/379300673774470455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=379300673774470455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/379300673774470455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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changing&lt;br /&gt;But the things we hold on to must stay&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;Our values, principles and belief&lt;br /&gt;After all&lt;br /&gt;If even we lost those&lt;br /&gt;Can we consider that us anymore ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-158383893757442078?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/158383893757442078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=158383893757442078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/158383893757442078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt like every thing you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lacks that something ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt like you were somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Insignificant ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt like you are in the crowd but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alone ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt like a total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;idiot because you did that ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt like you have become a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monster ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you could go back to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have found yourself in a stand still ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;DARE YOU TO MOVE&lt;br /&gt;TAKE STEP OF FAITH&lt;br /&gt;BELIEVE IN TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;HIS MERCIES ARE NEW EVERY MORNING&lt;br /&gt;NEW EVERY MORNING&lt;br /&gt;GREAT IS HIS FAITHFULNESS !!&lt;br /&gt;HE DOES FORSAKES OR LEAVES&lt;br /&gt;HE WILL COMPLETE YOU&lt;br /&gt;AND CHANGE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BELIEVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7899963477205423360?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7899963477205423360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7899963477205423360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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allows me to rush to the toilet ranging from 15 to 90 intervals. Being in the agony and trapped at the same time was a sensation I would like to escape. During this two days, I could not do a single apart from sleeping and "communicate" with my computer. Well, this songs summarizes what I feel.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you remember when&lt;br /&gt;You were way back then&lt;br /&gt;You held the world inside your hands&lt;br /&gt;When you told me love&lt;br /&gt;Was the strongest stuff&lt;br /&gt;Your strength was innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh man&lt;br /&gt;The signs of the time are omens&lt;br /&gt;You're starting the day in&lt;br /&gt;No man's land again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you gonna be?&lt;br /&gt;When you're on your knees, who do you believe?&lt;br /&gt;Fear is lonely man&lt;br /&gt;You've been given innocence&lt;br /&gt;You've been given innocence again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know by now&lt;br /&gt;That the darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;Is when your broken heart goes down&lt;br /&gt;It's a bitter end&lt;br /&gt;When the sweet begins&lt;br /&gt;Grace is sufficiency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh dear we'll never deserve it&lt;br /&gt;No dear, we never could earn it&lt;br /&gt;Now, here the choice is yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is high and low&lt;br /&gt;We'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Switchfoot-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7975240675700063093?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7975240675700063093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7975240675700063093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7975240675700063093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7975240675700063093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/03/walk.html' title='Walk'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-8614490468161396894</id><published>2010-03-23T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:09:44.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We were meant to live for so much more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fumbling his confidence&lt;br /&gt;And wond�ring why the world has passed him by&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that he�s meant for more than arguments&lt;br /&gt;And failed attempts to fly, fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about providence&lt;br /&gt;And whether mice or men have second tries&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we�ve been livin with our eyes half open&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we�re bent and broken, broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we live inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want more than this world�s got to offer&lt;br /&gt;We want more than this world�s got to offer&lt;br /&gt;We want more than the wars of our fathers&lt;br /&gt;And everything inside screams for second life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Switchfoot-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-8614490468161396894?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8614490468161396894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=8614490468161396894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/8614490468161396894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/8614490468161396894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-were-meant-to-live-for-so-much-more.html' title='We were meant to live for so much more'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-1698261837747649491</id><published>2010-03-23T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:07:51.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run in'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have ever wish the world was a stand still ?&lt;br /&gt;That at that exact moment&lt;br /&gt;The world's spot light&lt;br /&gt;Will just shine of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have ever wish the sky would break open&lt;br /&gt;a great light would lit&lt;br /&gt;and you will of course&lt;br /&gt;The person starring the great show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have ever wish films would show&lt;br /&gt;The life of your great journey&lt;br /&gt;to the hungry eyes&lt;br /&gt;of the media today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have ever wish that the very life&lt;br /&gt;you have&lt;br /&gt;does not fade away&lt;br /&gt;in the flow of time ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have ever wish the circular motion&lt;br /&gt;of routines&lt;br /&gt;Do not drown&lt;br /&gt;the very freedom that you strive to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friends&lt;br /&gt;wish no further&lt;br /&gt;Find the meaning of your life&lt;br /&gt;Make every second count&lt;br /&gt;Even it was to "waste" it&lt;br /&gt;To the very people you dread&lt;br /&gt;Even it was to "lepak"&lt;br /&gt;with the very people you want to run&lt;br /&gt;Do it&lt;br /&gt;Because it is when you stand up&lt;br /&gt;we are seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-1698261837747649491?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1698261837747649491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=1698261837747649491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1698261837747649491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1698261837747649491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/03/run-in.html' title='Run in&apos;'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7823586968856737291</id><published>2010-03-10T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T07:30:07.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listen if you have ears&lt;br /&gt;See if you have eyes&lt;br /&gt;Understand if you pay close attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot run this rat race&lt;br /&gt; where you the goal are never reachable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot keep being there&lt;br /&gt;when you detest me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sing&lt;br /&gt;when you are close yours ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7823586968856737291?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7823586968856737291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7823586968856737291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7823586968856737291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7823586968856737291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/03/listen-if-you-have-ears-see-if-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7496896183837292223</id><published>2010-03-07T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T07:32:58.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prayer to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Prayer this day&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;That I can be this someone&lt;br /&gt;that loves You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Prayer this day&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;That I can be this someone&lt;br /&gt;that do Your will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Prayer this day&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;That I can be this someone&lt;br /&gt;that You love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Prayer this day&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;That I can be this someone&lt;br /&gt;that worships You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;My Prayer and one request is&lt;br /&gt;not to let this heart&lt;br /&gt;depart from You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7496896183837292223?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7496896183837292223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7496896183837292223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7496896183837292223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7496896183837292223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-prayer-to-you.html' title='My Prayer to You'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7973629088203376267</id><published>2010-03-06T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T06:56:58.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am working very hard&lt;br /&gt;Trying my best in effort&lt;br /&gt;To calm the raging seas&lt;br /&gt;To make this time comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;The choice came&lt;br /&gt;between you and God&lt;br /&gt;God comes first in my life&lt;br /&gt;That I will not go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live by it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;If you distant yourself from me&lt;br /&gt;If you use me and throw me&lt;br /&gt;If you hate me&lt;br /&gt;If you reject and forsake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to take that risk&lt;br /&gt;with this broken heart&lt;br /&gt;that My God comes first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7973629088203376267?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7973629088203376267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7973629088203376267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7973629088203376267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7973629088203376267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/03/god.html' title='God'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-1740801473361850097</id><published>2010-03-04T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:49:18.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe that you in control&lt;br /&gt;When I am losing my mine&lt;br /&gt;I believe you love me&lt;br /&gt;When I am in my sins and ill ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you the Fixer&lt;br /&gt;When my heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;I believe you make all things beautiful&lt;br /&gt;When Your time comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you the wicked&lt;br /&gt;When they transgressed against You&lt;br /&gt;I believe you stood still&lt;br /&gt;When you were angry with jealousy over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be more like you&lt;br /&gt;Believing that as You did such great acts&lt;br /&gt;I too can be patient and follow You&lt;br /&gt;To be more of you in my life&lt;br /&gt;Give me strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-1740801473361850097?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1740801473361850097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=1740801473361850097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1740801473361850097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1740801473361850097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-him.html' title='In Him'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-4420161289006424892</id><published>2010-03-04T00:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:54:53.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am such an idiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you want with me ?&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I get near someone&lt;br /&gt;You will find some way&lt;br /&gt;for that person to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;They seem to have others better than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you let me live in agony ?&lt;br /&gt;If you do not want me to get near anyone&lt;br /&gt;Just isolate me and kill me&lt;br /&gt;Why do you test me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I am not good with people&lt;br /&gt;Yet you throw me in situations&lt;br /&gt;Where I cannot run&lt;br /&gt;And I do not know to respond&lt;br /&gt;This&lt;br /&gt;Will lead other disappointments in others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't I your son ?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you stop me when I try so hard&lt;br /&gt;To get your people to gather&lt;br /&gt;Just for a meeting ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired&lt;br /&gt;but each time I run&lt;br /&gt;You sentence a guilt&lt;br /&gt;A string tied around my neck&lt;br /&gt;Where can I run ?&lt;br /&gt;Even if I run&lt;br /&gt;Its death that awaits me&lt;br /&gt;Where have you created me ?&lt;br /&gt;Bless me and take it away&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do this&lt;br /&gt;I need You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-4420161289006424892?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4420161289006424892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=4420161289006424892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/4420161289006424892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/4420161289006424892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-such-idiot.html' title='I am such an idiot'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-8332788977925537783</id><published>2010-03-02T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:47:43.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worlds apart</title><content type='html'>The alarm hit 5.30 ! My heart and head groans to greet the painful morning. The event was really remarkable- that is the fact that I am awake such early in the morning. Though my intentions were not to pray like most of my friends today is special because I am going to school.&lt;br /&gt; School is the place I grew up, a place where I thought most of the evil things of this world will come to harm. As a teacher now ( going to be), I see things from a different perspective when my footsteps hit the school compound. I no longer see a sea of friends and classmates but rather students that look alike. I no longer see teachers whom I respect but colleagues that work in the same profession. I no longer see the canteen as a place to hang out but only a place to eat. I see the classroom not like a home but job. I no longer see the system as ignorance but a pain in the neck. I see a different world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-8332788977925537783?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8332788977925537783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=8332788977925537783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/8332788977925537783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/8332788977925537783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/03/worlds-apart.html' title='Worlds apart'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7793334500344779683</id><published>2010-02-27T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:29:20.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are capable of so much more !</title><content type='html'>Thomas Malthus predicted the end of the human race with severe famine as we could not control or feed the growing population that seems to take us. To the many of them that time, they find themselves in a struggle to grasp the fact that human survival was ever possible. But as time proves Malthus wrong in his theory of food crisis, one of the critics actually stated " Malthus undermined and belittle the potential of human being in creating new technology for preservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;capable &lt;/span&gt;of so much more. If you have looked at the olden age of things we would have realized that what we have accomplished are just beyond words. But as much as we have accomplish, many of the modern critics are suggesting that we are losing the very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essence of things&lt;/span&gt;. What do I mean by that ? What I am trying to convey is that if we get too caught up with improving ourselves, discovering new technologies and forget the very reason we do things - We are in serious trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      One of my "look up" person through out the years Jason Fong once said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we are sing with the loudest voice&lt;br /&gt;and without God&lt;br /&gt;We are just participating a concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If have the best worship leaders and musician on stage&lt;br /&gt;and without God&lt;br /&gt;We are just a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we have the best leaders&lt;br /&gt;and without GOd&lt;br /&gt;We are just CEOs of a great company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we have great speakers that speak truths&lt;br /&gt;and without God&lt;br /&gt;We are just motivation talk speakers and comedians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we praise and dance&lt;br /&gt;without God&lt;br /&gt;We are just enjoying ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we spread the gospel&lt;br /&gt;without God&lt;br /&gt;We are just mere asking others to join a club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If we missed out the original reason why we do things, we will contradict ourselves. NO matter what happens, we must not forget who we are and the reason of why we do such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7793334500344779683?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7793334500344779683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7793334500344779683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7793334500344779683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7793334500344779683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-are-capable-of-so-much-more.html' title='We are capable of so much more !'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-8964873197768598028</id><published>2010-02-20T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T09:01:53.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To You</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for holding on to things that are not real&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me when I want to run away&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me when I doubt with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me when I drift so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm so scared to move forward&lt;br /&gt;I cling so tightly to those memories and pain&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that somehow reality will bend and these were not true&lt;br /&gt;That one day I will wake up and all this will be a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;You are true&lt;br /&gt;You are real&lt;br /&gt;The pain is real&lt;br /&gt;The reality is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have gone&lt;br /&gt;And once again&lt;br /&gt;I have not learnt this lesson well&lt;br /&gt;That no one matters but You&lt;br /&gt;I need You ... I need You&lt;br /&gt;To Change this broken heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Into a heart acceptable to You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-8964873197768598028?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8964873197768598028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=8964873197768598028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/8964873197768598028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/8964873197768598028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-you.html' title='To You'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-3334481769389175538</id><published>2010-02-19T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T09:51:04.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>They are the most complicated bonds in the world. Let covalent, ionic and other scientific bow down to these bonds because some of them are too messy to even see. Relationships, I was told that it was like building a bridge. It starts with a mutual understanding of the common goal whether it is friendship, lovers, servant and master, family or pet. It starts by one person laying a brick and the other will do so. This process will continue until a period of time. Until both sides meet and the bridge is formed and the bond is strong. Not that the bridge wont collapse. But it will remain stronger. Now, when one side decides to build and the other stops. The relationship is strained and the level of commitment is not there. Therefore, this kind of relationships is labeled as TIRING. Problems also arise when one side discovers that the bridge they are building is not the bridge that they wanted. Worst case would be when both side build the bridge and because arguments and conflicts start to destroy their own bridge thus causing more damage. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I AM not here to bore you about bridges. I am just here tell you that sometimes bridges have to be burnt in order to build new ones. That building a new one is not easy and sometimes that bridge will remain unbuild. Sometimes you build one side and your partner seems to have other ideas . It would be best just to burn that bridge and start when ever both sides are ready. Pain and hurt can consume you if you let them to stir deep within you. Bitterness and regrets will destroy your being. Sometimes being in pain is much easier than standing up again. I did not really understand until now.  To tell yourself you must be happy and not sad anymore. To tell yourself that they are happy now so why should you be all worked up and emo ? To tell yourself that its time to take that step of yours. To tell yourself its time to burn bridges and let go of that pain and move one because things will not go back to the way it was. JuST 4- GET - IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-3334481769389175538?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3334481769389175538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=3334481769389175538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3334481769389175538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3334481769389175538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/02/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-2487382615954989793</id><published>2010-02-02T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:15:34.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little butterflies&lt;br /&gt;You fly&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Where beauty lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see you all day&lt;br /&gt;Stare at you as I lay&lt;br /&gt;Dream of you in fray&lt;br /&gt;Beauty no words can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such beauty that captures&lt;br /&gt;Such intellect that intriguers&lt;br /&gt;Such passion that shivers&lt;br /&gt;Such manner that stature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun greets you&lt;br /&gt;Bees respect you &lt;br /&gt;Insects marvel you&lt;br /&gt;Flowers welcome you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;you fly from home to home&lt;br /&gt;Not finding rest where you roam&lt;br /&gt;Because love is a drug tomb&lt;br /&gt;And you are alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my hands little butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Though you do not rest here&lt;br /&gt;It will be open for you&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need to company&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;The door to my heart is close&lt;br /&gt;I am moving on&lt;br /&gt;Because I know&lt;br /&gt;You are someone to marvel&lt;br /&gt;To be awe of&lt;br /&gt;To admire at&lt;br /&gt;But never to grasp&lt;br /&gt;Never to own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving on&lt;br /&gt;Because at the end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;She is waiting&lt;br /&gt;She that He has prepared&lt;br /&gt;She that I would protect&lt;br /&gt;She that I would adore&lt;br /&gt;She that would I honour Him&lt;br /&gt;So for now&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye LOVE&lt;br /&gt;- Dan -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-2487382615954989793?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2487382615954989793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=2487382615954989793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2487382615954989793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2487382615954989793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-butterflies-you-fly-dancing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7376224800970415988</id><published>2010-02-02T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:54:14.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving advice</title><content type='html'>There are things in life not best experience - One friend told me this verse and he cynically puts in an analogy. He said something like if you have not experience jumping down a cliff or fifty stories building, do you want to try it ? I think if I would to look back to my life to this point in the future I would laugh it off, wondering how could I be so caught up with so many things. I like the idea of people coming back from the future  ( the episode in Heroes when Hiro went back to warn Peter !! ) It would be a cool thing if I could warn myself of all the wrong things before I do it ! Warn myself not eat so much because I might grow super fat ! OR tell myself not waste time being here and focus on what is important- And the list goes on ! What I am trying to say here is- If you not ready for a relationship, don't dive even though you think it is the best thing to do. You dive into it because you are in serious need of intimacy ? Because sometimes it ain't worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7376224800970415988?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7376224800970415988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7376224800970415988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7376224800970415988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7376224800970415988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/02/giving-advice.html' title='Giving advice'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7577323098553428269</id><published>2010-01-29T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:44:21.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend once said&lt;br /&gt;We want someone to love us deeply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree&lt;br /&gt;BUT me right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have love messages every three minutes&lt;br /&gt;I just grab empty compliments&lt;br /&gt;I don't have love calls asking how I am&lt;br /&gt;I just have to get along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have someone complimenting me&lt;br /&gt;I have to make airs for myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;I just have my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have people caring if I am sick&lt;br /&gt;I just have to toughen up&lt;br /&gt;I don't have presents coming my way&lt;br /&gt;I just buy what I can afford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have someone to follow me around&lt;br /&gt;I just walk alone&lt;br /&gt;I don't have people dedicating love song&lt;br /&gt;I just listen to the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have people to treat me playfully&lt;br /&gt;I just play by myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't have someone who tries to make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at comedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have someone to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;I just simply cry at the corner&lt;br /&gt;I don't have someone to soften my heart&lt;br /&gt;I just have to make it harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have people to complaint to&lt;br /&gt;I just write it out&lt;br /&gt;I dont have people to eat with&lt;br /&gt;I just dine alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have people to share with&lt;br /&gt;I just eat and grow fat&lt;br /&gt;I don't have people to talk to all day&lt;br /&gt;I just whisper in my sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have someone that cares so much it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I just am an insignificant person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate going to parks&lt;br /&gt;I hate seeing lovers&lt;br /&gt;Parks are your best hang out place&lt;br /&gt;Lovers encourage you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not as fortunate&lt;br /&gt;thatz why I have to take up what I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7577323098553428269?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7577323098553428269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7577323098553428269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7577323098553428269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7577323098553428269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/01/friend-once-said-we-want-someone-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-2520603740806744194</id><published>2010-01-29T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:27:51.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>I feel that I have wasted lots of my time doing ridiculous matters. One of the things is staying up watching anime and scrubs when I should be doing my assignment. I guess a lot of times  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just want to run !!  RUN RUN !!  &lt;/span&gt;Run to a place where the pain is not there. Run to a place I won't feel the rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Because, rejection is my weakest link. I cannot face rejection. If I do, I will just give up everything and walk. I would just wish I was dead. Rejection from the very people I love. I guess that is the biggest pain one can feel. Knifes and bullets are no match. The man loses his soul. He no longer lives in his body.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;           The second biggest pain one can feel is being lonely. I created the word- &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Onirihphic - the fear of being alone. Its the sound. A ringing sound in your ear. The thoughts that says you are alone. Its like you no longer exist in the eyes of people. You just wish you do not want to live either. Because living alone seems to be pointless. I feel that a lot since I came to college. Maybe because when I am home I had my family and best friends to keep me away from such illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The third biggest pain is knowing that your friend is going to the wrong road and you can do anything about. The feeling of hopelessness. This feeling is like cutting off your hands and legs. Not only that, despite the pain. You just see your love ones being killed. It horrible. You are asking for help but nothing seems to done. You want to help but that person no longer needs you. You are just an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;annoying noise that bugs make&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The last pain is the hardest. The feeling of being abandoned. This feeling might seem to be same as rejection but its on a whole new level. I felt this feeling thrice in my whole life. Its when someone leaves you for someone better. Its so horrible that you feel hell is not even better place to suffer. You feel like you can no longer walk or even eat.  You feel a surging pain in the heart and brain. It wont stop even when you close your eyes and try to sleep. It will bug you until you are just want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-2520603740806744194?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2520603740806744194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=2520603740806744194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2520603740806744194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2520603740806744194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/01/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-8674549826927452527</id><published>2010-01-29T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:01:00.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzled</title><content type='html'>There was a dark cloud in the sky. The little boy lay down under the oak tree on the field observing it through the small hole in between the branches. As he lay there, the cloud grew. It became darker and started to filled the sky. Then, big drops like bullets hit his face. Like a million bullets. The sound of thunder struck. The little boy did not move. It did not matter if he was struck down by lightning or even catch a cold... He just lay still staring at the dark sky. After a long while, his lips parted and as if like whisper. It was hard audible . His words were. Where -  is - everybody ? Why did they go away ? What did I do wrong ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-8674549826927452527?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8674549826927452527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=8674549826927452527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/8674549826927452527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/8674549826927452527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/01/puzzled.html' title='Puzzled'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-737691113256985526</id><published>2010-01-24T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:38:44.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words for a memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear memory,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a time&lt;br /&gt;A time that I wanted to please God&lt;br /&gt;My life and dreams devoted to Him&lt;br /&gt;With much innocence I,&lt;br /&gt;Took oaths and promises&lt;br /&gt;I guess the young Mosses took over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted live a Godly life&lt;br /&gt;Be a Godly husband&lt;br /&gt;Be a Godly worker&lt;br /&gt;Doing remarkable things&lt;br /&gt;The problem was I try to do it my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did was&lt;br /&gt;I killed a person&lt;br /&gt;stabbed the heart&lt;br /&gt;and like a natural result&lt;br /&gt;I was suffering the consequences as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not only lost my dreams&lt;br /&gt;but the ability to make a difference&lt;br /&gt;I not only lost my hope&lt;br /&gt;but became a downfall to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is my dessert&lt;br /&gt;And my wilderness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thank God&lt;br /&gt;He gives second chances&lt;br /&gt;I am fighting this depression in me&lt;br /&gt;I am want to stay positive&lt;br /&gt;To be His worker and&lt;br /&gt;with His grace to overcome the pharaoh&lt;br /&gt;in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this - I leave with this words&lt;br /&gt;There was once we flew in the sky&lt;br /&gt;There was once we saw each other side by side&lt;br /&gt;We smiled and was crazy&lt;br /&gt;The world changed&lt;br /&gt;I fell and left you in the sky&lt;br /&gt;For that&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;By God's grace can I ask a pardon&lt;br /&gt;for the things I have committed&lt;br /&gt;But as you have reached your destination&lt;br /&gt;I am just going to take off&lt;br /&gt;I guess the sky is not mean for us&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;I am going&lt;br /&gt;If you see me from the ground or even see me from above&lt;br /&gt;Do smile&lt;br /&gt;Because I will smiling and flying&lt;br /&gt;in which direction He leads&lt;br /&gt;For those moments we flew&lt;br /&gt;I thank you !&lt;br /&gt;You will be my sweet memory !&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;~ Dan ~&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-737691113256985526?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/737691113256985526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=737691113256985526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/737691113256985526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/737691113256985526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/01/words-for-memory.html' title='Words for a memory'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-26846191313162072</id><published>2010-01-24T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:18:32.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret scrolls of the wounded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is a time&lt;br /&gt;When you feel darkness covers your heart&lt;br /&gt;There is a time&lt;br /&gt;When you feel many cuts that are too hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;There is a time&lt;br /&gt;When you just want to die&lt;br /&gt;There is a time&lt;br /&gt;When you think you just want to give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a time&lt;br /&gt;When you want to hurt everybody so that your hurt will seem less&lt;br /&gt;There is a time&lt;br /&gt;When you want to blame the world and blame you too&lt;br /&gt;There is a time&lt;br /&gt;When you just want self pity even though that itself is pity&lt;br /&gt;There is a time&lt;br /&gt;When you just want to think that this whole event is a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a time&lt;br /&gt;When your dreams vanish to thin air&lt;br /&gt;There is a time&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like a tool more than human&lt;br /&gt;There is a time&lt;br /&gt;When you just want to be an invisible&lt;br /&gt;There is a time&lt;br /&gt;When tears flow down those cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time to mourn&lt;br /&gt;The time to be angry&lt;br /&gt;The is time to be depressed&lt;br /&gt;MUST have its ends&lt;br /&gt;MUST come to a stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only you CAN do it&lt;br /&gt;YOU can stop this depress heart&lt;br /&gt;Of COURSE you need help&lt;br /&gt;BUT it starts with you&lt;br /&gt;You must stop these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Take captive of them&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE if you don't&lt;br /&gt;IT WILL DESTROY YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time&lt;br /&gt;to walk&lt;br /&gt;AWAY&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN DO IT !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-26846191313162072?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/26846191313162072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=26846191313162072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/26846191313162072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/26846191313162072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/01/secret-scrolls-of-wounded.html' title='Secret scrolls of the wounded'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-1655108899514393106</id><published>2010-01-24T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:09:50.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the girl in pain !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      We pass by one another each day.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still do not know your name.&lt;br /&gt;We see each other everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I do not know how are you feeling deep inside&lt;br /&gt;We walk by everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I do not know that you are hurting&lt;br /&gt; We talk each day.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I do not know that you just want to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;We laugh together each day&lt;br /&gt;Yet I do not know that you are thinking of leaving your life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If by doing all these with you&lt;br /&gt;I do not realize the condition you are in&lt;br /&gt;I have failed as a friend&lt;br /&gt;I have failed as brother&lt;br /&gt;I have failed to see the real you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be this failure&lt;br /&gt;I want to know the real you&lt;br /&gt;That's because I care&lt;br /&gt;That's because I think you are worth&lt;br /&gt;All the pain, time and money&lt;br /&gt;That's because I will embrace&lt;br /&gt;the ugly you as I embrace the beauty in you&lt;br /&gt;That's because I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;That I will walk with you&lt;br /&gt;And pray with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only&lt;br /&gt;if only&lt;br /&gt;You will let me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-1655108899514393106?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1655108899514393106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=1655108899514393106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1655108899514393106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1655108899514393106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-girl-in-pain.html' title='To the girl in pain !'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-4386321312978588283</id><published>2010-01-20T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T08:09:06.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero</title><content type='html'>Every boy's dream at the certain age or another is to become a hero. Be someone people admire, become the one person that people look up to, and to save lives not forgetting the love of his life. Sounds perfect ? This ideal thought is pretty much flawless. The knight in shinning armor. Then in every story, there is the old knight (some stories). He is the veteran, the person that has gone through a lot of battles. The advice he gives is like honey on the rock !&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dreams will not become reality !  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The ideals are for dreams and fantasy ! I have always wanted to be a hero. A hero in society ! Making such an impact in a person's life that He or she will turn away from the wicked path ! Sounds heroic ?? Pretty much is when I first thought of it !! I was even beginning to pat myself at the back for coming up with such a brilliant life !! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; - I am no hero ! I think in actual fact when war strikes - I will be the first to run. I have running away with so many problems in life ! I am not a strong person to be exact ! My name carries the sound of a stronger prime minister that withstood the worst kings of His days !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Arrows have struck me ! Wound have been so severe in my heart ! I am just so tired of fighting so I ran AGAIN. I wonder what will happen if David ran ? The army would have won and history would have been different !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-4386321312978588283?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4386321312978588283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=4386321312978588283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/4386321312978588283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/4386321312978588283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/01/hero.html' title='Hero'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7054796944854614325</id><published>2010-01-18T16:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:48:53.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken but not down</title><content type='html'>It would be something like dropping a crystal glass. It shatters into a million pieces. I wonder how does it sound like when a heart breaks. It has  got to be a loud cracking sound because the pain is certainly real. The vulnerability felt after is somewhat unbearable. When rejected, a person feels lost and most probably abandoned. Something like a mom throwing away a baby. Sometimes, people go insane because of this. Yet majority of the crowd goes through it and turns out ok ! I guess.&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                 The word I got this morning is be contended with what I have. I am asking God what do I have left ? Its all shattered pieces. It was even trampled upon twice ! How do I go on living ? Many or a good sum of people will tell you that it is a phase of life. I am here to tell you that it is certainly a phase of life but if you don't go through it well .. It will end up breaking you further. Now back to question - How do I go living ? A broken relationship if you piece it together, It wont stick just as well. You somehow feels that something is missing from your life.&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                 Many will just look for another to fill that place. In this holllow of emptiness. Its an agony ! I think God does not want us to have these relationships. He intended them to nourishing and encouraging . It is we human race that turns it rotten. Despite that, what men meant for evil God will turn to good. I keep having these saddening thoughts in mind. It taunts me like as if broken these little little pieces just plunges your heart and blood just simply flow out in tiny streams. It is easier to find a replacement but it is never easy to stay single !! And the repeat the cycle. It is hard to be contented with being friends. It is hard to say I don't care anymore. It is hardest to say that I am going to wait upon the Lord instead of go out "hunting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I think this is my bear and my lion. As pastor andy says, I need to go to school. He needs to mould me to walk a greater path ahead. He needs to mould me so that I could  be with someone He has prepared for me. That this relationship ahead will be nourshing and encouraging to one another. That we will love another with Him at the centre. That we can say " I need God to love him" How do I go one living ? By simply living in His grace , holding on to His goodness and yes be contented with what He gives. For God bless those who loves the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7054796944854614325?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7054796944854614325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7054796944854614325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7054796944854614325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7054796944854614325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/01/broken-but-not-down.html' title='Broken but not down'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-1575303549411711905</id><published>2010-01-05T23:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:25:40.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distrubing ?</title><content type='html'>I was bored in the day and I decided to read the day's paper to check out what is going on with this world. To my disappointment, no news really captured my attention : stolen jet, a predictable results on the debate on religious issues, etc. The thing that captured my attention is not really news but a saying from the founder Malaysia's first private boarding school for girls in Cempaka. She said that she was dismayed when parents told her that they were their child's friend. She personally believed that&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;what children really need is a firm hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words crept into my small mind and fell into unsettled juices as many thoughts germinated. I would agree with this statement to a certain extent. Children or teenagers need parents ( sometimes more than they think) to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;show &lt;/span&gt;them that&lt;br /&gt; - In this world you have to stand tall when all else is falling apart&lt;br /&gt; - You have to keep a strong face when the loved one hurt you&lt;br /&gt; - You have to keep your faith when things go as well&lt;br /&gt;  - You have to be gentlemen or lady when people ridicule you and spit you&lt;br /&gt;  - You have to fight for what you believe for&lt;br /&gt; - Live is unfair, that does not mean you have to give up living, not give up fighting&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes you just have to rough it out and there are times you just have to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The role model that I would like to highlight would Atticus from the killing a mockingbird. I looked up to this man though he is just a fictional character but sound words of this man attitude really gains my respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents should show a firm hand when the time is needed but they should be a child's friend because there are times when they don't really have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-1575303549411711905?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1575303549411711905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=1575303549411711905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1575303549411711905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1575303549411711905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2010/01/distrubing.html' title='Distrubing ?'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-3118992443890166139</id><published>2009-12-18T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:34:01.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>What is Christmas ?? I will always ask this question every year !! Especially when I think things are starting to get meaningless !! Electrical impulses rushed through my head !! Hmm !! I certainly know the facts !! Well, Christmas is to celebrate the birth of Christ !! BUT apart from that what does it mean ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically there is not apart from that : my little brain concurs ! The bigger part says HEY ! there should be more !!  my little brain shakes its head ! nope (the brain is in the head so this is figurative)  Big brains says then why !! Small brains says THATs all !! you are not that big for nothing !! Big brain says =="" and then the argument goes on !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas every year brings different meaning to my heart ! Though it always centres on the fact that it is the celebration of the birth of Christ ! I am happy and grateful for but I cheerish different things each year !! And the thing I would like to cheerish this year would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my family &lt;/span&gt;!! I hope we can spend sometime this Christmas together and I can celebrate that we are one !! We are going to have BBQ !! This is for me a celebrate having a family !! I know I should not get my hopes to high on anything but I just hope this event becomes successful !! God please help !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-3118992443890166139?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3118992443890166139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=3118992443890166139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3118992443890166139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3118992443890166139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-3683933685966613416</id><published>2009-11-30T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T06:57:07.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Another word from Spidey ( I have been watching in a marathon manner). This time its from spiderman 3. " Whatever raging battle may occur within us, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have a choice&lt;/span&gt;" - It is a short message but it speaks volume . I compose a short passage about it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a choice&lt;br /&gt;To do right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;We have a choice&lt;br /&gt;To obey or rebel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a choice&lt;br /&gt;To be selfless or a  fish&lt;br /&gt;We have a choice&lt;br /&gt;To be happy or sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a choice&lt;br /&gt;To fight or just let it be&lt;br /&gt;We have choice&lt;br /&gt;To be ourselves or what others think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a choice&lt;br /&gt;To conform or stand&lt;br /&gt;We have a choice&lt;br /&gt;To be moody(emo) or smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a choice&lt;br /&gt;To be a slave or a free man&lt;br /&gt;We have a choice&lt;br /&gt;To walk the road of integrity or slide the path of corruption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a choice&lt;br /&gt;To choose who or what we want to believe&lt;br /&gt;We have a choice&lt;br /&gt;and we make them everyday&lt;br /&gt;TO CHOOSE WISELY&lt;br /&gt;AND STICK TO IT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-3683933685966613416?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3683933685966613416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=3683933685966613416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3683933685966613416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3683933685966613416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/11/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-4751186628813175445</id><published>2009-11-29T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T08:10:04.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Web attack !</title><content type='html'>I think its been at least three weeks since my last post. Its the holidays and I am watching Spiderman 2 . Somehow, I just wanted to dig up some old movies to entertain me. When I watchED the movie last time, it had a real impact on me. Apart me being a big spidey fan (you know the cool moves and innovative fighting techniques), I really like the sarcasm which comes out every now then in his fight. It was not evident in the movies but if you watch enough spidey comics every day on star, you will know what I mean =D.  I guess I should leave you the details. What I would like to highlight to you is the moral lessons in the movie. It really uncovers the situation of what I am going through this very time. The combination of 3 &amp;amp; 2 is what is going on with my life. I mean especially the black spidey. Thats the very image I put on. I like the quotes in spidey 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Some times to do what is right, we have to sacrifice our dreams and goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-4751186628813175445?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4751186628813175445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=4751186628813175445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/4751186628813175445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/4751186628813175445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/11/web-attack.html' title='Web attack !'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-1949144167680820875</id><published>2009-11-08T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T08:59:33.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Angel,&lt;br /&gt;I have cost so much pain&lt;br /&gt;The very sound of my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Angel&lt;br /&gt;Bear with me a little longer&lt;br /&gt;Let me give&lt;br /&gt;A goodbye gift to make u stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Angel&lt;br /&gt;I am fool yesterday and today&lt;br /&gt;Make a pain out of a game&lt;br /&gt;I should never have come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Angel&lt;br /&gt;Bear with me a little longer&lt;br /&gt;The time is near&lt;br /&gt;God is here&lt;br /&gt;He is always here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40945+5o34727+ 7327&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-1949144167680820875?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1949144167680820875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=1949144167680820875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1949144167680820875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1949144167680820875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-angel.html' title='Little Angel'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-896406678961323775</id><published>2009-11-02T00:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:43:57.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>For those who is reading my blog - Hi, I found this useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could speak all language of earth and of angels but didn't love others,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If I had gifts of prophecy, and if I understood all of God's secret plans and possessed all knowledge&lt;br /&gt;If I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didnt love others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would be nothing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If I gave everything I had to the poor and even sacrificed my body, I could boast about it, but if I didnt love others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would have gained nothing &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient and kind.&lt;br /&gt;Love is not jealousy or boastful or proud or rude.&lt;br /&gt;It does not demand its own way.&lt;br /&gt;It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged.&lt;br /&gt;It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever truth wins out.&lt;br /&gt;Love never gives up, never loses faith , is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;Love last forever !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-896406678961323775?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/896406678961323775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=896406678961323775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/896406678961323775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/896406678961323775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-6608764595308476348</id><published>2009-10-31T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:05:50.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you</title><content type='html'>For YOU :&lt;br /&gt;I want to be true to You. Honestly  I have not been really close with You. And I have lots of problem with You. You have given me everything no doubt. You have seen me through when I cannot really get through. I am so greatful. Yet I am so ungreatful .You know what I do, You know what I say. So, For you let me walk with my eyes on You. Teach to trust You each day, Give me strength to walk the path You direct. For You I want to take each step with You ! I want to be your son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-6608764595308476348?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6608764595308476348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=6608764595308476348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6608764595308476348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6608764595308476348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-you.html' title='For you'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-2215484021073004022</id><published>2009-10-28T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:33:47.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing hard facts !</title><content type='html'>Hi there, I know not many people actually browse this blog and read. Some others might just read it and never want to return to this page and view it again. Despite that, I have a story. And If you are reading this, lend me your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a kid, I have always wanted to recognize by my friends : Be it my stupid classmates, my secondary school classmates, my seniors and my buddies. I wanted to be a part of them so much. I always wanted to belong never wanting to be left out or rejected. Thus I have became very sensitive and try to discern when they were not in favor of anything in me. I would feel that they have rejected and never want me. I would be on the look out that I do not do things that will caused any problems. I always wanted a deeper relationship. I have always wanted to know them more so  I could fill my empty cup. I was always hurt when they did not want to talk to me or ignored me. It seems that they have rejected me and I had to learn this when I was a 7 year old kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest with you guys out there, I was never accepted into any group of friends. I never had that "gang" or that special "group" that I always hang out with. Even if I did, it would never last because I would become sensitive and they would eventually leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given a chance to live live with a group of friends when I reached college. In fact I managed to end myself with a couple of groups. I was happy that I was not alone anymore and I had this great family (class) to support me. Well that did not end as well as it goes. Things turn upside down, I realize that they are not really backing me up as I thought they would. I got into more conflicts with the people that I want to be because I kept wanting to be like them to follow them. I was annoyed with myself. I was depressed because I felt this world hated me. I felt that I could never fit in wherever I go. I would be lonely for the rest of my life. I had a broken heart and no shoulder to cry upon. I was unappreciated in my class. I have constant  conflict with myself because I do not agree with what my heart says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for you boys and girls out there ! Do you know that God loves you ! Even though every single thing you do in life is a failure? Even though you felt like you hit the bottom of the ocean when he broke your heart ? Even though you have filled those emptiness with lust and empty relationships? Even though you know you have made the wrong choices and mistakes? I am not a know it all. In fact, I think I would probably suffer most of all you guys ! But tonight, I realized that God loves me. He loves me in ways that I could never comprehend. Tonight, I felt that HEY, he made me and I am who I am. Though they cannot accept me ! He does. Though I do not belong, I belong to Him. And when I belong to Him, He is my rock on where I stand. And my wish is, I want to show the world. The world of rejects that there is still someone that loves them. Someone they belong to. A winner that ones to make losers a part of his winning team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. I am not saying that I am all saintly and know it all. I have many failures and many a times I dwell in my failures.  A wise men once told me  &lt;blockquote&gt;A wise men once told me It is the moment you overcome your failure, you are victor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friends, If feel like killing yourself today ! Know that whenever you do. There is heart that bleed for you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-2215484021073004022?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2215484021073004022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=2215484021073004022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2215484021073004022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2215484021073004022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/10/dealing-hard-facts.html' title='Dealing hard facts !'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-6659794027842228434</id><published>2009-10-24T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:59:29.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L8SKnKSRgTg/SuP1erzMdkI/AAAAAAAAALY/RXv-sGed-ZU/s1600-h/Image030+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L8SKnKSRgTg/SuP1erzMdkI/AAAAAAAAALY/RXv-sGed-ZU/s320/Image030+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396426686022317634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not to advertise or anything. Somewhere this week, I felt swept away by a big wave of hate and prejudice and confusion. SO, I took time off and travelled all the way to this place for a break. Do you guys know where it is ? It is in Tmn Paramount. No place like there. I sat there staring at the lake and enjoying the breeze. I had my devotion there. I spoke to HIM one to one. We needed to talk so this was the best place. He reminded me of whose I was and why I was send to a place like this. As today's sermon was collaborated with what He told me. Leadership is about service. Serving others in a modern world. So even though apart of me complains and sulk, God says " love your enemy, as your self " - I don't think I love myself enough. Oh ya (pardon my long windedness) . Today is sermon was also on Dorothy Leadership. Google it and see what it means. As for me, all I can say is. I am like Dorothy ! Blur most of the time ! Wrong place and wrong time. I can just do my best and leave it to God to complete. So if you ever look down on yourself ! Think of Dorothy !! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-6659794027842228434?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6659794027842228434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=6659794027842228434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6659794027842228434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6659794027842228434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/10/peace-park.html' title='Peace park'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L8SKnKSRgTg/SuP1erzMdkI/AAAAAAAAALY/RXv-sGed-ZU/s72-c/Image030+%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-933846396562690016</id><published>2009-10-22T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T08:05:49.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things I hate YOU  people</title><content type='html'>1. You are racist&lt;br /&gt;The things you do, you do for your race. You are not sensitive to what others need and want. You segregate us and set us apart from the rest. What is the point of learning novels and literature about being racist while you are the one that do it ? What is the point in teaching 1 ******* while you are the very place that goes against this ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You are illogical&lt;br /&gt;The things that you do, you do not process it. You do things because it is done from generation to generation and it has always work. YOU have never for once think that what you are doing is so damaging and terrifying to others. You rag and scold the very people that are innocent. What it this ?? You ask us to attend and do things that irrelevant like attending courses that wont bring meaning and force outrageous nonsense on us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You are egoistic&lt;br /&gt;The things that should be done. You will never do. You always promote the best for your place. The very justice you want us to uphold , You did not do ! Instead you wanted to cover your name, you shun the very people that look to you for it. You did not stop when you knew it was wrong when you touched one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You are lazy and promotes it&lt;br /&gt;The very thing that can be done in a year. You drag and do it. You will sleep and not work. They are do not want to excel when they are  given the best ! I am just so frustrated because when you cannot do it, you tell others like be to do it. You drown our motivation and let us lose interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You inefficient&lt;br /&gt;The things that should be given was never done. The project that should be done 2 years ago ... You started today. The equipment that should be provided is lacking and never found. The books are never found. It is irritating when work cannot be done because we lack books. You such a nuisance. You are just about anything I hate. You are wasting the best people in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This is for the people I meet- You are cold&lt;br /&gt;You never come and talk to me. You say I am apart of you !! You even say we are a family when I want to do something !! I always end up doing it alone !! HOW COULD YOU!! Whenever I am sad, you just leave me alone !! You never read this so YOU WOULD NEVER KNOW that deep inside I hate YOU.  You never cared when I was mad or sad. You did not see the very work I did !! YOU are blind !! Someday I will disappear !! Someday I will not be apart of YOU ! Someday You will lose me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. This is for the people I meet- You are stupid&lt;br /&gt;You only want fun fun fun. You are not aware that the very thing in front of you is the fiery den. You will cry and be sad when you can overcome it. You are such low achievers that life has passed you by so much but you waved to it !! YOU WOULD NEVER KNOW because you do not read this. Work to be done tomorrow !! YOU  will be start doing it tonight. YOU are always late to class but its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; because who cares because PAPA will send you there. Because no matter what happens PAPA will be there. I hate you !! because everywhere you go you carry a stick. A walking stick like an old man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. This is for the people that stays above me - There is no reason I JUST HATE YOU&lt;br /&gt;I hate you because you are senseless. You think you are big and want everything. You think you are clever and have done it. THIS VERY night, you have lost my respect and you are just like "" in my eyes. Do you think we are kids that we are deserved to be treated like this !! You smoke an endless puff that I hope one day will be your grave !! I can't believe they trust you to do you job !! I am sick PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. YOU are extremist&lt;br /&gt;You want people to change into your re******* . You do your prayers and expect us to follow it ?! What is this ? You says it is forbidden to practice anything here but you are the very person that do it ? What hypocrites !! I am not saying I am not !! I am just so piss of you !! The very thing I hate most is YOU limit OUR people so that you can encourage cross ******* I am hate this !! what is this ?? You promote violence because you are violence. The way you talk you expect me to follow you when you don't respect what we want ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. This is for the people I meet on Sundays &lt;br /&gt; You are very people that is suppose to provide me peace. You are the people that suppose to show me love ? But what do you show me ? You show me selfishness !! You show me what is it like to come and be tortured !! I do not even know why I visit you every day !! You are spoilt brads that spend money because you have it. Do you even care if I was missing. NO!! Because you are a place to educate no care !! I should just call you a school ? But why do i need to go to a school on weekends ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ABOVE : This are the things I have about YOU but you know what ! You will never know becaue you just DON'T CARE !! What is best !! If I can just punch you people in the face !! Make sure the very same thing happens to you !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPITE that: Among YOU , I must not fail to say there those that care for me ! There are those who will go by my side no matter what. You are the people that gives me advice, play with me and sing with me. You won't think twice when I am sick !! You are the reason I can still survive being with THEM !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-933846396562690016?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/933846396562690016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=933846396562690016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/933846396562690016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/933846396562690016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-things-i-hate-about-pa-and-its.html' title='10 things I hate YOU  people'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-1959826109722127596</id><published>2009-10-22T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:48:54.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls from my eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When a girl cries&lt;br /&gt;People assemble to play a band&lt;br /&gt;A song comfort&lt;br /&gt;with many to stay and share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy cries&lt;br /&gt;People run and hide&lt;br /&gt;As if hell is lose&lt;br /&gt;He stands alone in wilderness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl mad&lt;br /&gt;The world is theirs&lt;br /&gt;They give what they want&lt;br /&gt;In a single wish of their command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is mad&lt;br /&gt;The world shuns&lt;br /&gt;They ignore his anger&lt;br /&gt;Left to be stilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is happy&lt;br /&gt;Friends come and celebrate&lt;br /&gt;The fair begins&lt;br /&gt;All is bright and silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is happy&lt;br /&gt;He celebrates himself&lt;br /&gt;With a solace of cake&lt;br /&gt;Song sung himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lonely&lt;br /&gt;She calls and they come&lt;br /&gt;Its like receive an award&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is lonely&lt;br /&gt;He is left to die&lt;br /&gt;A rope to hang&lt;br /&gt;His existence was nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is in need&lt;br /&gt;The SWAT comes&lt;br /&gt;Many shields go up&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to save the beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is in need&lt;br /&gt;He is push&lt;br /&gt;To the front line where bullets fire&lt;br /&gt;And he a fallen man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;The police is here&lt;br /&gt;Protection is on the way&lt;br /&gt;Reaffirm words floods the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a men is vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Lust creeps in&lt;br /&gt;His is looked down upon&lt;br /&gt;And the world convicts him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though they face their monthly pains&lt;br /&gt; But their life&lt;br /&gt;Stays the longer&lt;br /&gt;Than many do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we face no monthly pians&lt;br /&gt;Our days are short&lt;br /&gt;And many hearts&lt;br /&gt;To bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are considered&lt;br /&gt;to be neat&lt;br /&gt;efficient and hard working&lt;br /&gt;A class above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are considered&lt;br /&gt;to be clumsy&lt;br /&gt;slow and lazy&lt;br /&gt;dogs from below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls just follow&lt;br /&gt;They do not need to make tough choices&lt;br /&gt;They do not even work endlessly&lt;br /&gt;But just command others to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys&lt;br /&gt;to make the toughest choices&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong&lt;br /&gt;They are to carry and to be blamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-1959826109722127596?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1959826109722127596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=1959826109722127596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1959826109722127596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/1959826109722127596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-from-my-eyes.html' title='Girls from my eyes'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7743965937001743779</id><published>2009-10-22T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:16:13.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken hearted soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so drained&lt;br /&gt;Like a river become land&lt;br /&gt;I keep following you&lt;br /&gt;That I am losing my self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired&lt;br /&gt;Like a man trap in sand&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't want&lt;br /&gt;But I just cannot say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared&lt;br /&gt;That I might lose this friendship&lt;br /&gt;Maybe - because I have once lost&lt;br /&gt;Someone I loved so dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am broken&lt;br /&gt;Like record with no sound&lt;br /&gt;I am no good&lt;br /&gt;I can never make the mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry&lt;br /&gt;But the tears will not come&lt;br /&gt;The pain of lost&lt;br /&gt;And the fear of losing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am greedy&lt;br /&gt;And stupid&lt;br /&gt;Because I want what I cannot get&lt;br /&gt;Protect what I cannot keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7743965937001743779?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-6414587122334635112</id><published>2009-10-21T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:04:20.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of the bracelet and necklace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:oq3J2_GZk34IkM:http://www.sdparadisejewelry.com/catalog/images/Crystal%2520and%2520Pearl%2520bracelet%2520%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 121px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:oq3J2_GZk34IkM:http://www.sdparadisejewelry.com/catalog/images/Crystal%2520and%2520Pearl%2520bracelet%2520%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:183A5HTJgfrjGM:http://www.pearlove.com/uploadfile/products_image/19/PN130%2520wrapped%2520pearl%2520necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:183A5HTJgfrjGM:http://www.pearlove.com/uploadfile/products_image/19/PN130%2520wrapped%2520pearl%2520necklace.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once reminded of a story :&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this- A young girl who was just 8 went to the shop with her daddy. She loved her daddy so much that each time he carried her on her back. She would give her best cheer or simply sing her favourite tune. At the shop, she looked high and low. And look !! Something caught her eye. It was a pearl bracelet. Like all small girls, she wanted the bracelet. She wanted to be pretty like all the other girls. So, she pleaded with her daddy to give her a bracelet. Daddy knowing his little daughter's heart bought the bracelet and gave it to her. She grinned so wide that day, mommy could see all 24 tooths that day. She kept the bracelet in her secret shinny box and stored in her cupboard. She would always visit the bracelet and wears it to all her parties. She even polish every single pearl and hung so tightly to bracelet. And as the days past, daddy was worried about his little girl's condition. He knew that something had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So, on one Sunday, He asked her for the bracelet so that he could keep it. Frightened by the request, she ran away from her daddy so she could not hear him. Another Sunday, He came by and asked the little girl to give him the bracelet, she ran away again. Another Sunday, He came and the little knowing what the father would asked cried. She said she loved him but she did not want to give the bracelet away. It was so precious to her. She remembered the time she would show it to all her friends. She remembered that when she wore it she felt beautiful. She remembered that when she wore it she was someone. She was never alone with the bracelet, she felt loved and she loved it. As she finished, daddy got up and left. The next Sunday, Daddy came again and as he usually did after his story telling time. He asked her for the bracelet. Reluctantly she took out the bracelet that was wrapped carefully in cloth. She took it and placed in his hands and talked no more. Daddy got up and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As time pass, the little grew up. She became intelligent, beautiful and outstanding. She was witty and exciting. She had wisdom and her friends would come to her for health. She was the best. But every year on that Sunday, she would sit quietly and remember that fateful day, Daddy took away her bracelet.  She would be sat and always wondered why he took that bracelet away. Now this little girl who is now grown did come from a wealthy family. In fact, her family was one of the poorest in that place. Still, she was happy because she lived happily with her family. On the 17th year of her live, as she did her usual ritual : to sit under the tree and be silent for the day. Daddy came by and sat beside her. She did not reply or respond but sat quietly under that tree. Apart of her was still mad, apart of her was still wishing that Daddy did not take that bracelet away. She felt something coming across her neck. She was frightened but realize it was Daddy's own hand around her. "Now, Look" as he took out the mirror and showed her. She saw a genuine pearl necklace around her neck. She screamed in delight and hugged Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;           " You are beautiful even without the bracelet. You see when you were young, the bracelet was your world. You withhold it so close that you did not know how to grow. You stopped believing in yourself and relied on the bracelet. I took it away. The necklace is the sign that you have grown. I took pains to buy you this necklace and knew this would be the right time. You are beautiful with or without bracelet or necklace, but it takes time for you to developed this beauty. It take time for you to trust me. it takes time for you to be wise." But it was a time that was wasted. You did well grow on !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-6414587122334635112?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6414587122334635112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=6414587122334635112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6414587122334635112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6414587122334635112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/10/story-of-bracelet-and-necklace.html' title='The story of the bracelet and necklace'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7911951785859766341</id><published>2009-10-19T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:12:13.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ever blues skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forget the world&lt;br /&gt;That is full of nothing&lt;br /&gt;Forget the events&lt;br /&gt;That breeds in their heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the sky that&lt;br /&gt;Once shown in the ends blue&lt;br /&gt;Forget the grass that&lt;br /&gt;was evergreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the pain&lt;br /&gt;Forget the pieces torn&lt;br /&gt;Forget the time&lt;br /&gt;Forget yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the idiotic love&lt;br /&gt;Forget the lousy ever after&lt;br /&gt;Forget the stupid words&lt;br /&gt;Forget that person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the present&lt;br /&gt;Remember God&lt;br /&gt;Remember who you are&lt;br /&gt;Carrying that weird rhythmn&lt;br /&gt;Smile and Walk&lt;br /&gt;I would really love to see that !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7911951785859766341?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7911951785859766341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7911951785859766341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7911951785859766341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7911951785859766341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/10/ever-blues-skies.html' title='The ever blues skies'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-8707796573038939967</id><published>2009-10-19T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:40:51.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe for the broken hearted : note it might not work for all</title><content type='html'>Recipe for the broken heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teaspoon of tears - Just the right amount though many tend to add more -according to taste&lt;br /&gt;A table spoon of sugar: any sort of sweet stuff will do - or anything you like&lt;br /&gt;2 grams of complaints and regrets : Find someone who can complaint all you want, even scream&lt;br /&gt;                                                               if necessary. Someone who you can hug at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;                                                               (Best with same sex)&lt;br /&gt;3 Kati of wildness: Allow yourself to go wild with some friends over some event that may not  &lt;br /&gt;                                 even exist - Just for the fun of it&lt;br /&gt;2 slice of reality: take time off to relax. Don't even think of what happen, just empty your mind&lt;br /&gt;                              You should do this with a friend. Tell yourself you are better now and move on&lt;br /&gt;                              Say goodbye softly and never turn back&lt;br /&gt;X cups of God : People tend to forget the most important ingredient. Spent time with God&lt;br /&gt;                           A time with him is precious. Listen closely. Take as much time as you want. This&lt;br /&gt;                            is the most crucial part of the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;Mix well and stir hard - always best if you have more hands (good friends to help) Never forget to put in some strawberries- a taste of life and bake for as for the time need - It takes time and it is always apparent that you don't take too long !! THERE you go - something for you to smile and be back !! Don't cry anymore, SUCK it in , LET it all out , BREATH and LOOK to Him and WALK&lt;br /&gt;DONT TURN BACK !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-8707796573038939967?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8707796573038939967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=8707796573038939967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/8707796573038939967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/8707796573038939967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/10/recipe-for-broken-hearted-note-it-might.html' title='Recipe for the broken hearted : note it might not work for all'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-6893496657858665149</id><published>2009-10-19T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:15:19.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of the End</title><content type='html'>"The Beginning of the End"- Sounds familiar ?? As I was flipping through some old newspaper in my room in my efforts to look for "SUITABLE" sentences for my LDS assignment, I stumbled upon the famous terminator phrase. If you take a good looks at this phrase. I mean from an English teacher's perspective, the paradox is evident but what does it underline ? Of course the movie obviously has nothing to do with it. Ok you can argue with me that it is the end of humanity. But take a closer look--&gt; Is Humanity an end itself ? Is not the moment a child is born, it is destined to die ? The clock starts the moment the first cry began ? No wonder babies always cry when they come out ? (Most)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Are these news rather saddening and depressing ? I mean we work our lives to the best. We achieve the popularity status or even wealth ? Will it not come to an end ? This thoughts always taunt me some way or another despite my beliefs. A genius once told me ( I mean literal genius once told me ) Its not the results that matters. It is the journey. The moment you set your eyes on the goal, to the moment to achieve it that matters. It not the beginning or the end. Am I making sense ? Think for yourself =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-6893496657858665149?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6893496657858665149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=6893496657858665149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6893496657858665149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6893496657858665149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/10/beginning-of-end.html' title='The Beginning of the End'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-5802727603505835381</id><published>2009-10-11T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:51:27.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump fly and go !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/the_heart_has_reasons_that_reason_does_not/196041.html"&gt;The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;Jacques Benigne Bossuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Lady with wings and wand&lt;br /&gt;     Why are you crying ?&lt;br /&gt;     hiding behind the ban&lt;br /&gt;     Join us who are playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Lady with wings and wand&lt;br /&gt;     Why are you crying&lt;br /&gt;     You look ugly please let me recant&lt;br /&gt;     Dont be like this, we are trying ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Lady with wings and wand&lt;br /&gt;    Why are you crying&lt;br /&gt;    You are beautiful in demand&lt;br /&gt;    Let go the pain you're bearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Lady with wings and wand&lt;br /&gt;   Why are you crying&lt;br /&gt;   Is it peter, your heart he wants&lt;br /&gt;   That bloody fool's craving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Lady with wings and wand&lt;br /&gt;   Why are you crying&lt;br /&gt;   Look the world needs you&lt;br /&gt;   It is no use crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lady with wings and wand&lt;br /&gt;  Why are you crying&lt;br /&gt;  Forget peter de runt&lt;br /&gt;  n let's start flying&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Lady with wings and wand&lt;br /&gt;  Why are you crying&lt;br /&gt;  Know thy God for warn&lt;br /&gt;  His love never dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lady with wings and wand&lt;br /&gt;  Why are you crying&lt;br /&gt;  Wipe your tears and move forward&lt;br /&gt;  Don't look back, KEEP trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lady with wings and wand&lt;br /&gt;  Live your live to the fullest !!&lt;br /&gt;  Enjoy every joy and the moment demands &lt;br /&gt;  And in sadness to God His arms loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lady with wings and wand&lt;br /&gt;  Before you start flying&lt;br /&gt;  Show that face and the wand&lt;br /&gt;  Smiling and never crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Peter - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-5802727603505835381?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5802727603505835381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=5802727603505835381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/5802727603505835381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/5802727603505835381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/10/jump-fly-and-go.html' title='Jump fly and go !!'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-6343414460446516680</id><published>2009-10-02T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:33:05.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you have this dance with me !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:xqlHgAyj71pj0M:http://www.sugarzine.com/site_01.09/pics/waltzinthecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:xqlHgAyj71pj0M:http://www.sugarzine.com/site_01.09/pics/waltzinthecity.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This past few days, seems like a roller coaster ride for me and it has not really been all up lately !! Despite feeling unappreciated and low self esteem.  DANCE !! Har ? If you guys watch the play C2C3 put last Wednesday, you will notice one really big elephant hopping on stage !! Gracefully ? You can say a bit !! It was perfect (ahem..) disregarding the minor flaws at the end !! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why dancing ? "Dancing is an art that really requires the two to be one " - I never understood that though it has pop up in my head a couple of times. When I was dancing, my eyes were looking at my partner's. We could not look down but look at our partners. I recall making mistakes and my partner would say "its ok !" each time. Sometimes we would laugh together !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Life is like having a waltz with your creator !! You have to look at Him when you move !! You can look else where or you would lose your step ! You must not look down but only trust in the person that is taking the lead. Whenever you make a mistake ! He whispers "Its ok ! Lets try this again, lets try till we get it "  Many of us are just so frustrated because it is always us that make the mistake ! We fall or most of the time we forget our steps and spin out of control ! We often forget we have a loving God willing to go through each step - reminding us of each step as we dance ! So my friends if you are like me so low and down! Remember that is someone to pick you up and ever willing to teach the steps to this dance ! We just have to respond to - Would you have this dance with ME ?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-6343414460446516680?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6343414460446516680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=6343414460446516680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6343414460446516680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6343414460446516680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/10/would-you-have-this-dance-with-me.html' title='Would you have this dance with me !!'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-2501941741837352115</id><published>2009-10-01T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:40:11.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shouts of Joy !! Cries of satisfaction fills the stage!&lt;br /&gt;A sad state of affair&lt;br /&gt;Behind the curtains sits a fool&lt;br /&gt;A man that is left with nothing&lt;br /&gt;Glory and Fame they carry&lt;br /&gt;He walks alone&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;works &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tries the best of his&lt;br /&gt;Yet the world does hinder him&lt;br /&gt;Because He is just a sound&lt;br /&gt;An annoying buzz&lt;br /&gt;What was suppose to be his stage&lt;br /&gt;Was taken by an ungreatful idiot&lt;br /&gt;Who did not lay a finger&lt;br /&gt;Spoke when practice went on&lt;br /&gt;That could not care less of the play&lt;br /&gt;But the workaholic that was scolded&lt;br /&gt;The workaholice that loses his friendship&lt;br /&gt;That workaholic that was scorn&lt;br /&gt;That workaholic that despite being tired&lt;br /&gt;Was willing to stay back when actors ask him to          &lt;br /&gt;Was willing to run to the back to hear the voice&lt;br /&gt;That despite being so tired and sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Continued on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wanted to resolve most of the conflicts of the play&lt;br /&gt;Had the biggest conflict&lt;br /&gt;A conflict that he has suppressed every moment&lt;br /&gt;I know I walk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this lonely road&lt;br /&gt;To be a fool&lt;br /&gt;That you people will never know !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-2501941741837352115?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2501941741837352115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=2501941741837352115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2501941741837352115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2501941741837352115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/10/mov.html' title='MOV'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-4721017550407947116</id><published>2009-10-01T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:25:07.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A perfect flaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a world of imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;The world where things are incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;The world where I am very much the center of !&lt;br /&gt;The greyness and never succeeding in what I do !&lt;br /&gt;An imperfect friend!&lt;br /&gt; An imperfect servant !&lt;br /&gt; An imperfect lover !&lt;br /&gt; An imperfect director !&lt;br /&gt;An imperfect person !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect flaw&lt;br /&gt;Dying in the world of imperfectness !!&lt;br /&gt;What is the worth of the piece trash !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-4721017550407947116?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4721017550407947116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=4721017550407947116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/4721017550407947116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/4721017550407947116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfect-flaw.html' title='A perfect flaw'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7582353704021622397</id><published>2009-09-25T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:40:43.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 + 2 to success</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/2780464888_465727a6cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/2780464888_465727a6cf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Image is from google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know thy enemy and know thy self "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- is a saying I used to hear. It brings to mind that one must know his or her limits and abilities or skills. It brings to mind one must know his or her weaknesses and strengths to overcome many things. One must know how to overcome the enemy within him and outside of him. I would like to add to that phrase - Know thy enemy , know thy self and know thy GOD and friends. These components are lacking in this phrase. Sometimes we do not know who our God is as good as the dear lost in the park !! Its when know your God, you know your purpose in life. As for knowing your friends !! They can help you a lot if you know who they were. They are the people that despite your bad and needy look, despite the many arguments, despite the weird weird attitudes, despite the many many moody days still accepts you and hang out with you !! That is a true friend in the making ! Thatz all from me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7582353704021622397?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7582353704021622397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7582353704021622397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7582353704021622397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7582353704021622397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-2-to-success.html' title='2 + 2 to success'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/2780464888_465727a6cf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-5638500446312777641</id><published>2009-09-23T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:54:45.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:p-IZCHyAXZSe7M:http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3105/2561453587_4fb91a8650.jpg%3Fv%3D0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 141px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:p-IZCHyAXZSe7M:http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3105/2561453587_4fb91a8650.jpg%3Fv%3D0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I sit here waiting                             &lt;br /&gt;By the lonely road side      &lt;br /&gt;Watching all the beautiful people&lt;br /&gt;Past by each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They glow&lt;br /&gt;They shine&lt;br /&gt;Because of their great talent&lt;br /&gt;Because of their knowledge and skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great works have been done&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and fame submits to them&lt;br /&gt;People abhore and stick close&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats being them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My existance seem wrong&lt;br /&gt;My deeds spells fault&lt;br /&gt;They turn away&lt;br /&gt;At the sight of this mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lonely stranger walks by&lt;br /&gt;kneels down&lt;br /&gt;Takes a good look&lt;br /&gt;stretch out  both His hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTIFUL - You are mine !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-5638500446312777641?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5638500446312777641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=5638500446312777641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/5638500446312777641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/5638500446312777641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-mistake.html' title='A beautiful mistake'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-3398641572238105634</id><published>2009-09-06T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T09:31:36.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>Lets start with a few words I learnt throughout this few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Revamp - To change things - Have you ever change ?&lt;br /&gt; Obsolete- Things that are not useful&lt;br /&gt; Anaptophobia- Fear of being alone - I just got this out of a movie - go check it up for reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I will put new words that I come across !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-3398641572238105634?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3398641572238105634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=3398641572238105634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3398641572238105634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/3398641572238105634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/09/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-2887917336805548724</id><published>2009-09-06T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T09:17:30.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carelessness and Laziness</title><content type='html'>These attributes though I don't like very much has stuck to me a lot. I cannot begin to tell you how many times phrases such as " You are 2 careless " comes into play. A better note that resounds is " You are so blurr". I guess I have been awfully careless in life. Especially in things that do not really matter to me at the moment. I tend wonder and ponder about things that are irrelevant and yup some (most) of the time I am sleepy. P/S I am sorry if I have done anything to have ignored or hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  With all these being said/ mentioned, I heard the sermon preached last Sunday and this attribute came popping in mind. It sort of connected like - " oh ya, I am also that !! " Being careless is not good, I have always lose things because of my carelessness and my lack of discernment. Things that are important, unimportant, matter and yes things that more dear to me like friendships. And as the analogy that Christ game about the person with the talents resound in my head. Heads bow I have not being a good steward with whatever God has gave me. I have to change !! I need to be careful with my life or one day I might lose it. A short note ! This post will only be out for three days !! So read as fast as you can !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-2887917336805548724?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2887917336805548724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=2887917336805548724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2887917336805548724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/2887917336805548724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/09/carelessness-and-laziness.html' title='Carelessness and Laziness'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-9223158493995113270</id><published>2009-08-18T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:37:56.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK</title><content type='html'>A famous saying goes " A friend in need is a friend in deed ". I never quite understood that phrase until recently. "Deed" is describe in the English dictionary as something Legal or done by somebody (participating). I think one can truly see the real friends behind fake ones when things are not going well for them. Something I would like to call system down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  To be honest, I have not been much of a friend either so criticize me as much as you need ! It all started last Thursday when I had a soar throat. I could not speak well but things were just normal around me. I was feeling kind of sleepy and I was blur. There were other problems that cause irritation to my longing to pass lecturer hours. Staggering through one lecturer hall to another was a dread though I would not have prefered otherwise. Things sort took a 180 turn when Monday came. I was now contracted with flu and a possible fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   People start to distant me from them. I don't blame them for this !! I would have done the same thing. Apart from that, I now felt the full impact of my sickness as I was occasionally falling asleep in classes and was not paying full attention. I was blowing my nose and stopping my running nose. People started to go "eeww" or "no no no " as I sat there alone in the front row of my classroom and lecturer hall. It did not really matter because I have gotten use to the idea of not seating with someone because I am not someone who attracts attention naturally or when I talk. I need to try very hard to capture people's attention all the time. Thats besides the point. Some others have told me to see a doctor knowing full well I did not have a fever. I guess it was for fear of their safety more than even a drop of concern. Well I guess they were concern but they were concern about themselves. And you have the friends  who you thought would care but never even appeared in front of people. I was feeling all kinds of emotions. Sickness was an added cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If the story ends her, would it not be a sad one ?? Somehow the thing that made me sway from the thought of dying from the possible contraction of h1n1 would be fine. I first met two friends who said get well soon, really would like to see get well." It was heart warming !! And then when I was eating my dinner. Two people walk towards me. One was an "angel" the other (no it was not a demon) a good brother. The angel touch my forehead to check if i had fever. Well something resounded within. The brother scolded me for not telling him. Both really made me feel I had someone there when no one cared. I am blest beyong blest to have them !! The next day a phone call from mom scolding me for not telling her about my soar throat and condition and a caring family upholding me in prayer and non-stop worrying about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I guess in some ways I can relate and got a little taste of what does it feel like being an HIV positive and even a H1N1 patient. Being alienated from others is bad and I have felt it many a times even when I am not sick. But I can safely say there is hope because there is a God who sends help when you cry out. I may not know how exactly are these people are feeling but somehow I would like to tell them and assure them there is a God looking over them even though the world condemns and hates them !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-9223158493995113270?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/9223158493995113270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=9223158493995113270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/9223158493995113270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/9223158493995113270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/08/sick.html' title='SICK'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7681292773141668576</id><published>2009-08-10T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:03:23.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbreakable</title><content type='html'>I remember watching a movie name unbreakable when i was young .. I think it was the star actor was Bruce Willis. I guess I was young then because seriously I did not understand what happens .. It is so weird ! Most Bruce Willis films are !! hehe .. What do I mean about being unbreakable ? Am I super great about that I am unbreakable ? Or is it when you throw me down the four floor or six I wont die ? Absolutely not. What I just mean is that I was so troubled with my heart issues and that gadget that I am suppose to make for the "Pengakap" and my group has fallen far behind and about CF tomorrow !! Things sort of was going to tumbles down and I was going to be depress. And yet I think it is because of God's grace I manage to talk to Him and seek comfort and help from Him. I was able to draw strength and peace at heart from Him. He knows all things and is always willing to hear your deepest trouble. He cares for the weak, the wrong, and the abandon. And He will pick them out when you call out to Him. God cares and loves !! And with Him, I am unbreakable not because I am tough but He is strong !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7681292773141668576?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7681292773141668576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7681292773141668576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7681292773141668576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7681292773141668576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/08/unbreakable.html' title='Unbreakable'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-6466857154123821124</id><published>2009-08-08T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:26:10.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words that knock your head !!</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would become knocked !! I guess a person that loves you dearly will send "knocking words" waking the person within ! What am I talking about ? It is those words that pierce your heart and sort of make sense in your head suddenly ! It comes from a friend, a parent (very rare but it happens) and yes even a lover (for those who have one).&lt;br /&gt;  My life has not exactly being in the right path and definately it has not been what I hope for. I have been lazy. I have wasted most of time watching movies and surfing the internet and doing useless things. Yes, you can argue with me saying those are necessary but I have been overdoing it. I have also filled my head and heart with nonsense. I have been left dry and empty becoming a person that seeks to fill unquenching hunger that would one day destroy me. I guess God has been knocking and I have turned a deaf ear to him. BUT. I guess today He made a point that is so crucial. He said it through the wise words of my dad. The words uttered out were Daniel, you are not like the others. You are different . I am different and indeed because I am God child and I am His.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-6466857154123821124?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6466857154123821124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=6466857154123821124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6466857154123821124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6466857154123821124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/08/words-that-knock-your-head.html' title='Words that knock your head !!'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-5813355155344855302</id><published>2009-08-06T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T04:33:08.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love defined</title><content type='html'>According to Macmillan's Dictionary, Love is to be very strongly attracted to someone in an emotional and sexual. I guess in some aspects this definition has been in my head so often that I always seeking for this love and to be accepted and sort after. I guess I so often forget this definition of love :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient, Love is kind&lt;br /&gt;It does not envy, it does not boast&lt;br /&gt;It is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self seeking , it is not easily angered&lt;br /&gt;It keeps not record of wrongs. Love does delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;It always protects, always trust, always hopes, always perseveres&lt;br /&gt;Love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Cor 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I guess I have to learn through the hard way that love is all about giving, it is does seek self pleasure, self wants and fulfillment. It does not envy others, it does not boast about who I have or other great talents I have. It is not being proud and rude that others run away from you.  It does change you in the green creature the moment you see the person you like or your best friend being intimate with others. It is not easily angered. It is definately not showing your tantrum and hoping someone would come and care. It keeps no record of wrong. Even when the person hurt you so badly because he stole everything you thought you had. Even though that person does not want to cooperate with you when you begged. Even though it is a big let down when your hopes are so high. It does not delight in evil. It is not doing things that you know would that person. It is not doing things that brings you pleasure and others harm. But rejoices when someone accepts the Lord. Rejoices when a brother is with you. Rejoices in knowing God loves you wherever you are. Rejoices know that God sends people to knock your sense back. It protects not posses. It is going all out for someone when you know your position will threaten. It is giving advices that you know that person won't here but you know it will save him or her a whole lot of pain and trouble. It always trust. It is to faith in someone that he or she will not betray you. It is to know that someone will make it alright. It is to know that he or she will not let you down. It always hope. It hopes that some day that person will find God. It hopes that one day God will lead you someday. It hopes that God has prepared that special someone for you. It is hope that when you have lived your live that it is worthwhile because you live it with no regrets. It perseveres. It holds on when you have lost faith. It holds on when you feel so down and just want to quit being you. It holds on when you thought any time of the day the sky will fall and you hope you will contract a disease and die. It holds one when you have nothing. And yes trust me It will NEVER FAIL you.  Where can you find such love so powerful and awesome. In the God that lives within your heart!! I could never understand the power of love and I will never be able but today I think I got a glimpse of its greatness by just understanding it. It is more joyous to give then to receive. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-5813355155344855302?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5813355155344855302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=5813355155344855302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/5813355155344855302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/5813355155344855302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-defined.html' title='Love defined'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-6713685885845317212</id><published>2009-07-18T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T07:14:15.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two face</title><content type='html'>Mentioning two face I will remember one of the famous actor name Tomily Jones or did I spell it his name right ? He played two face in a batman movie and yes the recent batman movie is still vivid in my mind. I guess many of us are two faced. Apart of us are like angels show our smiles and caring attitude to the less fortunate, donate to charity or even contribute to the environment ? HOWEVER, like it a not, there is apart of us that have the same smile but do things that the two horned and the fork knife dude agree upon. We can pretend all we want but sometimes we are selfish, lustful and always craving short terms pleasure for others. We are cruel and have many deadly intentions well hidden within of some would say an animal. On the thought of animal, I once heard that men are animals that we are the same. Well, I would agree to a certain extend cecause we have been created with an intellect and heart. We humans have the ability to resent those evil things in our heart, to repel agaisnt them, and to have the ability to say NO! But we give in and because it is part of us (some may argue). My friends, we can resist this evil in our lives and we do so by trusting in God. Only He can make the change. It must a hand in hand cooperation. What is funny is that many a times we think God has left us but it is us that leave the walk to change. It is us that secretly don't want to change and it is a struggle even though God has been patiently calling us out from our dark hole. Therefore unless we want to change everyday , we will never ever change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-6713685885845317212?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6713685885845317212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=6713685885845317212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6713685885845317212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/6713685885845317212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-face.html' title='Two face'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7599073809348723768</id><published>2009-07-08T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T03:47:20.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New that upset s</title><content type='html'>The effort to revert back to old system has once again been brought up and things have turn bad. I thought we were moving towards a better development and expansion of knowledge. The technology which have been provided could have been learnt in the new system. Communications could be breech easily and most importantly the mind could see better rather than curtains of "culture" and "dignity". It is really an upsetting and disappointing news. I guess the people on the other side are smile with from ear to ear. I just frustrated !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Another thing that frustrated me is myself. I guess God made guys with a big ego and I seriously do not know why. When men do not make it, this ego get scared and he gets wounded. I would one day like to ask God why He created so many things in a man's body that would make him fall. The run was simple. I thought I could make it but I guess it is another round of defeat. How many times must I fall ? It getting more and more painful each time. Its like every effort I try to vindicate myself I fall ? Can't I do anything ? I feel terribly disappointed with myself and extremely frustrated. I guess God created man's ego balloon and poke it so that man would know his place. I guess I know my place !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7599073809348723768?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7599073809348723768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7599073809348723768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7599073809348723768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7599073809348723768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-that-upset-s.html' title='New that upset s'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-7602197038074449301</id><published>2009-07-07T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:22:51.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOV play</title><content type='html'>I guess I have a glimpse of how Micheal Bay felt when he worked the movie transformers or his older movies such as "Armageddon". The tiredness felt each night as you hit your room or home is unbearable. I guess if you do not have a class in the morning, it would have made it easier. But none the less, I am sure it is pure hard work. Working with 51 people to produce a play it self is no doubt a head spinning event. 51 individuals who has different concepts and ideas regarding the play that has to stage in a short period of 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I can never say that I did not  want to be an assistant director because I wanted to contribute my all in making this play a success. But as I hold on to this post, I felt the sacrifice are just too great. It is because of this play, I have started arguing with some of my friends and have conflicts with them. It is because of this play, I am having a sudden pain in my throat. It is because of this conflict I appear tired and drained out in class. It is because of this play, I am critizise and looked down upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I guess being among people has never been my strong point. I do appear to be an extrovert but many a times I am an introvert because I tend to friendly and close to my friends around me. I have a sense of discomfort if any new people are added  in my group. I can safely say I don't have many friends because I am not sure if it is a character flaw but I almost always make enemies with those who are close to me, that is why I do fear a sense of intimacy. People might call me a people "pleaser" because I always try my best to avoid conflict with them because whenever conflict strikes I fall and my whole being is disturbed. I will feel the surging pain and would be utterly lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Enough said about myself. I guess MOV is a good play to stage. However, being able to be stage it would a test of endurance and strength.  I do not know how long can I tolerate the side effects of directing this play but I guess I just have to hold on and pray each day that My God will be gracious to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-7602197038074449301?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7602197038074449301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=7602197038074449301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7602197038074449301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/7602197038074449301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/07/mov-play.html' title='MOV play'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-5846998464083244300</id><published>2009-07-06T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:38:45.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult moments</title><content type='html'>I wonder why most of the time the posts I make are saddening. Well, I guess I write when I am not well. There are always difficult moments in life, and this moments always comes to you when you least expected it. May it be a conflict with a friend, a time of loneliness, a time where you remember someone important who has left, a failure, difficult choices to make they come and some may just scar your life. What do I do when I face tough times ? I guess I would just close my eyes and sleep hoping the time will just past and I would not have to face it. But one think that helps me most is prayer though sometime I do admit I falter and do not even believe in some of them but it comforts me to pray to someone more powerful and stronger than me. So my dear friends if you face tough moment DO PRAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-5846998464083244300?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5846998464083244300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=5846998464083244300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/5846998464083244300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/5846998464083244300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/07/difficult-moments.html' title='Difficult moments'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-5676210913854739541</id><published>2009-06-27T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T09:04:47.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to an old friend !</title><content type='html'>Hey Jane if you are reading this ! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !! ...  Guess you are already getting old .. hahaha .. Jane is a secondary school good friend and has always tried to help me and cheer me up no matter how down I was. I guess Me and Hoe Howe and Jane have been good friends and THIS memory of us 3 will in my memories !! haha Take care you 2 !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2002769407915075298-5676210913854739541?l=howtobfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5676210913854739541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2002769407915075298&amp;postID=5676210913854739541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/5676210913854739541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2002769407915075298/posts/default/5676210913854739541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtobfree.blogspot.com/2009/06/tribute-to-old-friend.html' title='A tribute to an old friend !'/><author><name>Da Niu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474264704905348767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2002769407915075298.post-1626382200042357675</id><published>2009-06-21T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:15:46.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make</title><content type='html'>Making decisions are one of the most complex thing that a human being can and must do. We practically make decisions each day. What makes the world (literally) of difference is the choices you make. The people we want to talk to or approach to the most simple thing as a going to the loo. Sometimes decisions can be hard ... But if we dont make them, it is all the more worse. Sometimes we are just too scared. I am too ! But they must be carried out. Well one of my decisions for this up and coming semester is to write more and to pursue a distant dream that can come true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Another thing we make is Resolutions. I have heard tonnes of complaints and wrong perceptions towards resolutions. Most people will tell you off saying it will never work out. My brother once told me that why people read great inspiring books and fail to make a success is that we dont follow the majority of the instructions. Likewise, I am telling you if you don't hang on to your resolutions. It will be just an empty talk just like what they say!! I will start making my resolutions tomorrow though it will be a late one I guess it is worth a good try !! Many of you are off to university or just a new semester! try setting simple and easy to accomplish resolutions and work towards it !! It will do a lot of wonders! .. 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