<?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-13252430</id><updated>2011-07-29T04:19:10.177+08:00</updated><category term='phones'/><title type='text'>connectingwithcounsel</title><subtitle type='html'>A chance for us to share, dream, inspire and challenge your limits and mine as we journey together</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-7728258301640499109</id><published>2010-07-02T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T18:15:39.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phones'/><title type='text'>upgrade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/TC28MCUgrmI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZHtEMERvtec/s1600/j0434757.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489250435801853538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/TC28MCUgrmI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZHtEMERvtec/s200/j0434757.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okok...i just had to...get a new handphone. My current model wasn't chic enough..i felt jealous that others were more engrossed in their iPhone's or that they could laugh and giggle with their piece of metal in their hand. I had to make more of my life....iPhone sounds tantalising...all those apps and the things we could do....but i know this techno phobic counselor that I am wouldn't use the equipment to its best. I would be the laughing stock on the MRT or on the bus....such a trendy phone but a lost user....lost loser? I couldn't take the humiliation....too much for my heart...sooooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just upgraded...simple upgrade...but I feel i belong again...Why? becos it's a new toy...a new experience...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;isn't life funny....????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-7728258301640499109?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/7728258301640499109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=7728258301640499109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/7728258301640499109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/7728258301640499109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2010/07/upgrade.html' title='upgrade?'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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/_sOsYNF_-S3A/TC28MCUgrmI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZHtEMERvtec/s72-c/j0434757.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-2500634504901847178</id><published>2010-07-01T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T11:53:51.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you wear t-shirts? Cool aren't they? Do people comment on your t-shirt designs, or what your t shirt says? Quite often we wear t shirts to say something out loud, to express ourselves subtedly. Have you heard the expression, "wear your heart on your sleeve?" Imagine if your t- shirt could speak from your heart-what would it say? What is more important-your intention or your actions? Wearing what is on your sleeve might seem clever but it doesn't necessarily speak sincerely...what we say has to match with what we do...the talk and walk metaphor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wear integrity....wear respect.......wear tolerance......wear love.....and walk the talk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-2500634504901847178?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/2500634504901847178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=2500634504901847178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/2500634504901847178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/2500634504901847178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2010/07/t-shirts.html' title='T-shirts'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-7525807845075884793</id><published>2009-09-15T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:10:32.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Space is SACRED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Sq8vzWS31kI/AAAAAAAAADo/7XYAfwlXhkA/s1600-h/j0386071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381572638935602754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Sq8vzWS31kI/AAAAAAAAADo/7XYAfwlXhkA/s200/j0386071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;an open space....it's sacred these days. I was past the park the other day and i noticed this interesting incident- a group of graffiti sidewalk designers were getting edgy with another group of footballers who had their gear stacked up against a wall that they wanted to decorate. I decided to watch what would happen; the graffitti guys were just hanging around, but you could tell they were getting agitated by their impatience. The footballers just were oblivious with what was happening, and were entrenched in their game. I think what was running through the mind of the graffiti guys was, "if we move their stuff, they wouldn't notice, right?" Space is sacred these days. We defend what we take rightfully as ours....as the world gets more crowded, we get paranoid that we wouldn't have any space for ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Space doesn't necessarily need to define us-we should define the space we're in!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;selah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/13252430-7525807845075884793?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/7525807845075884793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=7525807845075884793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/7525807845075884793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/7525807845075884793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2009/09/space-is-sacred.html' title='Space is SACRED'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Sq8vzWS31kI/AAAAAAAAADo/7XYAfwlXhkA/s72-c/j0386071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-2787757515248657</id><published>2009-07-13T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:15:10.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face the book or be twittered!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Slr6WNon40I/AAAAAAAAADg/IP-9ORoWL68/s1600-h/j0399350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357869966234739522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Slr6WNon40I/AAAAAAAAADg/IP-9ORoWL68/s200/j0399350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you got an account on Twitter? Have you opened up your soul on Facebook? Everybody's into twitter and facebooking(it's even become part of our language) When&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I read &lt;em&gt;Animal Farm&lt;/em&gt; in my teens, I was terrified about 'Big Brother' following me....developing an Orwellian type of society was terrifying....but come to think of it, computers were cumbersome and not so readily available then; internet was military classified. How things have changed! here we live in a virtual world where connections of the fibre optics kind is essential.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Question I ask is......where is the heart in all of this? It is fun to have facebook and fun but laborious to be followed on twitter, but where does it really lead us to? Invasion of privacy or information overload? Where are the boundaries? Wait a minute....are there any boundaries any more? Technology is great to have in terms of efficiency and speed and time, but where is the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;heart in all of this...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It is easy to blame the media, but we make our own choices when we have the options given to us. We choose to invite people into facebook; we choose to decide on what is twittered. Strange how the tables are now subtly turned around so that we need to exercise control....or not....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maybe that is where the heart is.....it's in the conscience of our decisions....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-2787757515248657?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/2787757515248657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=2787757515248657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/2787757515248657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/2787757515248657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2009/07/face-book-or-be-twittered.html' title='Face the book or be twittered!'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Slr6WNon40I/AAAAAAAAADg/IP-9ORoWL68/s72-c/j0399350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-4925080089136590465</id><published>2009-07-02T02:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T02:24:33.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Signature moves; a lifestyle documented by the paparazzi; a need for companionship and acceptance;a need for normalcy-that was the life of MJ, the King of Pop. The press is going to enjoy what happens now....I wonder if Martin Bashir will revisit Neverneverland...but he might not be allowed in....I remember MJ as a talented Afro-American teen, in his album "Off the Wall"...I heard &lt;em&gt;Billy Jean&lt;/em&gt; and I knew we had a winner on our hands...then I heard &lt;em&gt;Man in the Mirror&lt;/em&gt;....that song would be the song of today's generation...a generation looking for their true self but clouded in this fog of materialism and consumerism...it was a song that asked the question...Who is the real me? A song every counselor ought to put into his iPOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who was the real MJ? A frightened little boy, put on the stage at an early age by his father and with his brothers made history...but MJ had a dream...he pursued it with reckless abandon...he developed his own style, his own moves...he became an icon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MJ we will miss ur individuality....your uniqueness....&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-4925080089136590465?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/4925080089136590465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=4925080089136590465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/4925080089136590465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/4925080089136590465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2009/07/mj.html' title='MJ'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-8596518953166290231</id><published>2009-06-20T01:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:41:14.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You decided&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You chose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I inhaled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your blood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This mouth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;these words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your path&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eternity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-8596518953166290231?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/8596518953166290231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=8596518953166290231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/8596518953166290231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/8596518953166290231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2009/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-5415802167040786261</id><published>2009-06-19T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:30:49.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>44</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SjqHridEzGI/AAAAAAAAADY/lYDI0xYcrc4/s1600-h/change.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348736689508764770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SjqHridEzGI/AAAAAAAAADY/lYDI0xYcrc4/s200/change.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;44 years of age....that's how old i am on the 20th of June...old, young, matured...how best to see it? Age.....it's a sensitive topic, a well worn conversation piece and a trajectile that can be used as a double edged sword. Why women cant reveal their age (when physical manifestations show otherwise), why children at a certain age are considered cute and cuddly, why grand pa and grand ma in their tottering years feel discarded and left on the shelf, we really haven't been able to understand. One thing we know, the numbers increase-maybe that is the best way to view age? As the numbers grow bigger, it depicts the value of our lives....our values as individuals increase, our sense of worth becomes more appreciated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Age to me is really a marker. A marker, not a tombstone, not a millstone. A marker. Birthdays are brief pitstops under these markers, giving us an opportunity to reflect and see how far we have come, how much we have grown and in a humble attitude, acknowledge how much more time has been graciously given to us to discover more about ourselves and those around us-how we can improve the quality of our life and the lives of those around us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-5415802167040786261?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/5415802167040786261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=5415802167040786261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/5415802167040786261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/5415802167040786261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2009/06/44.html' title='44'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SjqHridEzGI/AAAAAAAAADY/lYDI0xYcrc4/s72-c/change.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-8282757657592127506</id><published>2009-05-25T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:39:11.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/ShpYeTk-HcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9UDjgFmx6I4/s1600-h/j0433152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339677585875803586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/ShpYeTk-HcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9UDjgFmx6I4/s200/j0433152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pat Riley, a well known name in the basketball fraternity, having rubbed shoulders with the LA Lakers, the Miami Heat as a coach and later became a sought after motivational speaker once said that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excellence is the gradual result of always striving to do better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love what he said about excellence; the fact that he views it as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gradual&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; result of striving. That word, 'gradual' can get some people off their seat in protest. "We don't have space or time to be gradual anymore!" is what I can hear them shouting from the rooftops. Think about it: we live in a instant mechanised society, where instant demand has to be corelated to instant supply or we just lag behind. Yet, Pat Riley, an experienced coach can expound on the need to be gradual and bring his teams from nought to well-sought, shouldn't we sit up and take notice of what gradual means? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mind you, there isn't anything wrong with excellence. We all want to be good at what we do. That's being responsible with the time and talents we possess. Yet, there is a need to understand the path to excellence-its a gradual path upwards, learning from mistakes, learning to overcome challenges, &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; reaching the top. I liken it to be enjoying the journey and focussing on that journey rather than being obsessed with the destination. We'll get there some day, but we need to focus on the journey, the gradual progression towards excellence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How are you 'striving' ? Keep at it even if your not on top...yet. Remember, it's gradual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-8282757657592127506?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/8282757657592127506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=8282757657592127506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/8282757657592127506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/8282757657592127506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2009/05/pat-riley-well-known-name-in-basketball.html' title=''/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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/_sOsYNF_-S3A/ShpYeTk-HcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9UDjgFmx6I4/s72-c/j0433152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-3175514413567042994</id><published>2009-04-28T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:43:46.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SfbdyzwbEsI/AAAAAAAAADA/okYo_g8IxMA/s1600-h/03-PS61-6~Talk-Hurts-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329691073996067522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SfbdyzwbEsI/AAAAAAAAADA/okYo_g8IxMA/s320/03-PS61-6~Talk-Hurts-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;As a counselor I see many young men and women walk into my office and share a piece of their heart with me in total confidentiality. When I first started, I found it stressful to maintain this responsibility, but as I gained experience, it sort of grew on me. I always tell my clients that their secrets will always go to the grave with me. We live in a world where the lure of secrecy is tantalising; what is hidden seems enticing and fodder for gossip and speculation. The obvious isn't really 'news' anymore; it's the deepest darkest secrets that make us celebrities. It's the same in the world of entertainment, where shows that allude to secret pasts, or secrets hidden that can do most damage prove to be ratings winners. Yet, in a world where private space has become more public, we need to also reinstate the notion that private spaces should be sacred spaces as well. Secrecy doesn't mean we are selfish or snobbish; it could very well mean that we are respectful of a person's private sacred space. Let us learn to respect each other's space-not to violate that trust and make other people's lives our entertainment at their expense. if we want to live harmoniously in this world, this concept is fundamental. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-3175514413567042994?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/3175514413567042994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=3175514413567042994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/3175514413567042994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/3175514413567042994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-counselor-i-see-many-young-men-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SfbdyzwbEsI/AAAAAAAAADA/okYo_g8IxMA/s72-c/03-PS61-6~Talk-Hurts-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-4622996495383979935</id><published>2009-04-18T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:10:40.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SenC2G5d3uI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Q1PCPsvoh_4/s1600-h/j0438334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326002269162692322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SenC2G5d3uI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Q1PCPsvoh_4/s320/j0438334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When was the last the time you took a chance on change? Since President Obama was elected, that has been the buzz in America...the need to embrace change. It was definitely his ticket to winning the Presidential elections, but the idea of change is what will get us further in our lives as well. But not everyone embraces change wholeheartedly....some see change as a risk move that exposes them;some see change as a window of fresh opportunities. Some may argue the old adage, 'if it ain't broke why fix it?' perspective. Yet change is worth embracing....if we continue with the adage, 'if it ain't broke why fix it?' point of view, we would still be using wooden frames for wheels, kerosene to keep our refrigerators working, oil to keep our lamps burning! But change allows us to explore new territories, to be vunerable yet open to doing better than what was done before....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know change might make us feel uncomfortable, but its worth examining....like President Obama advocates.....lets embrace it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;By the way, it's spring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-4622996495383979935?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/4622996495383979935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=4622996495383979935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/4622996495383979935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/4622996495383979935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-was-last-time-you-took-chance-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SenC2G5d3uI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Q1PCPsvoh_4/s72-c/j0438334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-3091039494614129996</id><published>2009-04-07T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:54:11.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My show is better than any TV show....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was watching TV and I realised that Reality TV has descended below the 5th grade....defintely the biggest loser in my books....and to kill the imagery.....i'm not lost survivor when it comes to Reality TV....especially this latest one, "MY DAD IS BETTER THAN YOUR DAD!!" show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a show that really lacks substance; in today's world of teenagers, where many teens don't even have a father to compare with others, this shows lacks research. To me, it's just eating up television hours and feeding a competitive spirit. Nothing wrong about competition, but not dad vs dad on prime time! What's next...."my mum cooks better than your mum?" or the Singapore version, "my maid cleans better than your maid!" When will it stop? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In reality, there is a real 'show' going on in the 'real' world....where one teen is pitched against another....one culture is pitched against another, one religion is pitched against another...and so it goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is it healthy? NO. Is it beneficial? NO. Is it going to make the world a better place? NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When will we stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-3091039494614129996?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/3091039494614129996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=3091039494614129996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/3091039494614129996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/3091039494614129996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-show-is-better-than-any-tv-show.html' title='My show is better than any TV show....'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-8437864826123165191</id><published>2009-04-02T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:47:27.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SdRtbQeN1II/AAAAAAAAACw/Uj9mN1kLR6k/s1600-h/j0407015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319997374876996738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SdRtbQeN1II/AAAAAAAAACw/Uj9mN1kLR6k/s320/j0407015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you know i am a counselor who counsels teens; i just did a radio interview with a local news radio station and was asked this question, "should parents themselves be involved in the counseling process?" by the interviewer. I thought it was an excellent question to ask but nonetheless a disturbing question to ponder as well. When a parent is involved in a counseling scenario, is the parent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a) eager to stand side-by-side with the child and understand the journey they are taking?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;b) quick to set up diversion signs and get the child 'on the right path'?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;c) get as much information about the child and use it as ammunition in future confrontations?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really hope parents would choose choice (a). We need to have more parents who want to understand the cultural, emotional and psychological landscape their children have been planted in. I'm not advocating that parents be experts; indeed no one is an expert. We need parents who make time to understand their children....understand and know their child. Time.....now that's where the difficulty arises. Making time for their children....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;May I suggest a few simple steps you can take to 'make time' for your child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cook his/her favourite meal and have it ready som that both of you can have time together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get him/her to book a ticket to a good movie of their choice, watch and be curious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;play computer games together....dad and mum can be 'kwel' (cool) too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get involved in their homework...not to check but to encourage them along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;praise them, affirm them, praise them!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SELAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-8437864826123165191?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/8437864826123165191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=8437864826123165191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/8437864826123165191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/8437864826123165191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-you-know-i-am-counselor-who-counsels.html' title=''/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SdRtbQeN1II/AAAAAAAAACw/Uj9mN1kLR6k/s72-c/j0407015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-289707858980212563</id><published>2009-03-15T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:14:19.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Sby4Inlb4MI/AAAAAAAAACo/HKI2uomcyIE/s1600-h/j0437131.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313324118594805954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Sby4Inlb4MI/AAAAAAAAACo/HKI2uomcyIE/s320/j0437131.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagine....half a day without your cell phone....too much? How about 45 minutes without your cell phone? Barely able to make it? It's amazing how we cling to our gizmos for dear life, so that we stay connected....in a non-confrontaional way, in a less emotional way. We can't do without our cell phone, but we can put off taking that important step to say 'hello' to someone next door, or down the street, or even in the cubicle next to you in your office. I heard of a story where the boss of this large MNC communicated his notes and activities for the day and week to his secretary via email.....nothing unusual about that except he was not even a 3 minute walk away from her desk in the same room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The art of communicating has become faceless, emotionless and purely functional. We need to restore communication to its former glory; when we could connect deep not necessarily wide. We need to connect from the heart to the heart again...rely less on the medium and concentrate more on the message and its impact for all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Email me and let me know what you think ok?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-289707858980212563?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/289707858980212563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=289707858980212563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/289707858980212563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/289707858980212563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2009/03/imagine.html' title=''/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Sby4Inlb4MI/AAAAAAAAACo/HKI2uomcyIE/s72-c/j0437131.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-610984327654762844</id><published>2009-02-15T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:26:49.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is this fascinating movie called 'Doubt' that is currently been shown in our local cinemas. I was drawn to the movie because of three things: the fabulous Ms Meryl Streep(she brings the midas touch to any movie she stars in), the topic of abuse, especially in a religious setting and the title itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a fascinating movie, that centers on a very pressing question: &lt;em&gt;can mankind be trusted, especially in positions of power and authority? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a question many are asking, be it in religious circles or political arenas. Whom can we trust? Betrayal, deceit, scandals are common topics we read about in the newspapers of the world, or watch unfolding on television screens in our living rooms. Self-preservation amidst the need to remain relevant, significant drives people to do dangerous things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can we be trusted? Can you be trusted? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is a diffcult question to answer. Trust evolves from building a firm relationship. if there isn't trust, then that relationship doesn't exist. Are we loners in a race, or are we members of the relay team, with the responsibility of handing the baton to the next firmly etched in our minds, and carried firmly in our hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can learn to trust you, but you must learn to also trust me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-610984327654762844?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/610984327654762844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=610984327654762844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/610984327654762844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/610984327654762844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-is-this-fascinating-movie-called.html' title=''/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-5885365684340176354</id><published>2009-02-05T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:21:18.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>operation optimism</title><content type='html'>I just went for an operation....in all my life, I've never been professionally cut open by a surgeon...i guess there is always a first! That was 2 weeks ago; and it was certainly an unforgettable experience, for good things. I mean, a hundred and one things could have gone wrong as they cut through to do corrective surgery...but I was looking forward to recovery and coming out alive. We can focus on all the possible permutations when it comes to problems, but i choose to be more optimistically inclined..i look at all the positive outcomes and begin to visualise them in my mind. I got through this operation because i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;chose to stay optimistic and focus on the inherrent good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had a suportive family and network of friends who i knew i could count on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had a belief system, knowing that God was taking care of me throughout it all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had competent doctors who knew what they were doing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;SELAH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-5885365684340176354?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/5885365684340176354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=5885365684340176354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/5885365684340176354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/5885365684340176354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2009/02/operation-optimism.html' title='operation optimism'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-5558435991139431607</id><published>2009-01-01T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:46:28.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sTeP FoRWarD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NEW year.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy New year everyone who reads my blog....thanks for peeking in and reading my thoughts and views...means alot to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NEW year....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to many it's down with the old calander hanging on the wall, collecting the dust for a year, and up with a new set of dates and months to look forward too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look forward too? For some, (and it's growing to be a larger crowd of people), there isn't anything to look forward too...yesterday's headlines still are today's news...but think about it this way, YESTERDAY has progressed on to TODAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's a step forward...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New Year's Day always reminds me of stepping FORWA RD....anticipating change, anticipating hope, anticipating new beginnings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So here's to a NEW step FORWARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-5558435991139431607?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/5558435991139431607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=5558435991139431607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/5558435991139431607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/5558435991139431607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2009/01/step-forward.html' title='sTeP FoRWarD'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-652792850476474840</id><published>2008-12-27T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:17:25.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small STEPS to success</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SVYcnVvWj_I/AAAAAAAAACg/5JgrJ3uI5Ug/s1600-h/cycle+of+success.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284442674942087154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SVYcnVvWj_I/AAAAAAAAACg/5JgrJ3uI5Ug/s320/cycle+of+success.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You have heard of the expression, "a leap of faith" before. It alludes to taking a risk when you don't know what is ahead of you; sounds like 2008 is ending on such a metaphor. The economic gloom, the social unrest, the political uncertainity is very much requiring many to take leaps of various kinds. Some take leaps of occlusion to disappear, some take leaps of abandonment, to disregard what they are facing. Some take leaps of disillusionment, to mask their present state. Leaps can be dangerous; we miss, we fall, but then again that is why its called a leap of FAITH. I suggest we take a small step instead, cautious as it may seem, it is a confidence building step that I am suggesting. small steps, like a baby learning to stwalk for the first time, or a patient after a hip operation or major surgery. Small steps aren't done alone; there is support, people around us to hold on to us as we take those initial steps. Nothing embarassing-you never know, your step could be an inspiration for another person to take their own first step....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But it all requires FAITH. A belief that you can do it, that it isn't impossible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;GO ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SELAH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-652792850476474840?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/652792850476474840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=652792850476474840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/652792850476474840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/652792850476474840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2008/12/small-steps-to-success.html' title='Small STEPS to success'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SVYcnVvWj_I/AAAAAAAAACg/5JgrJ3uI5Ug/s72-c/cycle+of+success.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-47999811878030493</id><published>2008-12-08T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:50:26.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLOBAL vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/STzfsrgelHI/AAAAAAAAACY/xEn-gXMiRAw/s1600-h/3765~Grand-Teton-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277338822057563250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/STzfsrgelHI/AAAAAAAAACY/xEn-gXMiRAw/s320/3765~Grand-Teton-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I woke up this morning, it was drizzling, it looked dreary. It is a holiday in Singapore and such weather is a great excuse to stay in bed, curl up with a good book, or watch TV or DVDs that have been begging you to watch them! As I hesistantly crawled out of bed, I looked at the weather report on this really cool global satellite called Global TV that shows you weather in different parts of the world, real time. Here I was, in near the equator, and it was drizzling outside and there in other parts of the world it was picture perfect weather. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It set me thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We can get so consumed by the environment around us, because we don't strive to look for bigger pictures. We don't need better spectacles, or more highly powered lenses to see it-it's there! Here I was constricted in my vision, but I forgot that the sun still shines somewhere else. It's just passing weather; soon, I'll get to see the sun as well...that's a big picture perspective...we need to see it where darkness looms-soon light will shine again! It may not happen as soon as we want, but we need to look forward to it, we need to work towards it, to pray until it happens. We need to anticipate it....now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So go get global vision today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-47999811878030493?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/47999811878030493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=47999811878030493' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-468046410385336012</id><published>2008-12-01T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:52:27.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHAT IS tHE poINT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mumbai- carnage, mayhem, terror, outrage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thailand-factions, split loyalties, frustrations, action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;North Korea-disillusionment, barbaric, elusive, manupilative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Europe-dark ages, despair, hopelessness, anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;America-panic, hurt, sorrow, divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YOU- lost, disillusioned, disheartened, pain, panic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ME- reflecting your point of view-but what is the point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WE NEED A RAINBOW,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WE NEED A SPRIG OF OLIVE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WE NEED A SAVIOR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WE NEED HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WE NEED IT NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-468046410385336012?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/468046410385336012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=468046410385336012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/468046410385336012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/468046410385336012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-point.html' title='wHAT IS tHE poINT?'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-928057407674202986</id><published>2008-11-24T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:11:11.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change for the .......?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SSqLl9yDQUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xo_-ukVY3cc/s1600-h/j0387256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272179798146498882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SSqLl9yDQUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xo_-ukVY3cc/s320/j0387256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is he the new prophet....or the new messianic figure to come riding on a white horse into the White House? Seems to be....Barack Obama is the latest name craze all across the USA and even on distant shores. I'm not going to be political here, but I am going to be candid about his philosophy. It's a philosophy that has become a mantra of hope..the hope is in the operative 'YOU CAN' and the hope rest in that powerful word, 'CHANGE'. It's a word that excites some and causes others to tremble. We are seeing both sides of it even now as I type...the winds of political change breezing in to a chilly storm of economic change that is causing fear and panic among many middle class citizens worldwide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHANGE&lt;/strong&gt;- its a dangerous two edged sword. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We need to understand that change is inevitable- we will evolve emotionally, psychologically, academically but what really counts is in what&lt;em&gt; direction&lt;/em&gt; that change is taking us. In Obama's case, change comes from a different angle of approach. Where do we put the emphasis on? Who do we prioritise? Who benefits most from this change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That is the rhetoric that I enjoy- looking at the benefits and working to change direction to achieve that. Change in the positive, change as a verb of optimism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet change can maim. It can hurt, especially when we don't have grounded VALUES attached to it. That's the essence of change...it's built on values...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So here's the formulae:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the values you ascribe to will determine the direction you take and result in the outcome we call &lt;strong&gt;CHANGE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-928057407674202986?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/928057407674202986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=928057407674202986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/928057407674202986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/928057407674202986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2008/11/change-for.html' title='Change for the .......?'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SSqLl9yDQUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xo_-ukVY3cc/s72-c/j0387256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-5017516484247353984</id><published>2008-09-11T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:14:08.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live each day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SMkYjvyNJyI/AAAAAAAAABk/JXcdYKD_ShM/s1600-h/19104~Believe-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244750243451184930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SMkYjvyNJyI/AAAAAAAAABk/JXcdYKD_ShM/s200/19104~Believe-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever sat in a diner or on a window sill and gaze at the many faces that pass by? We may be drawn to interesting sights, traffic, unusual sights-but faces? Why would we want to look at faces? Because faces reflect the real story of the land. Each face is a reflection of a journey each passerby is enduring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; On my recent trip to Myanmar, I looked at the faces from my hotel room window and they were content. I saw faces of patience. I saw lines and expressions of resilence etched in their expressions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Content? Patient? Resilent? After all that has happened in that country? it was a lesson for me- and a lesson for all who run our race with greed motivating us. In this simple land, despite the obstacles faced, people have learnt to &lt;em&gt;live one day at a time.&lt;/em&gt; They make the most of each day, as the gods have blessed them with. Isn't that a glorious lesson for us to be with inspired with? &lt;em&gt;Live each day&lt;/em&gt; with contentment, because we have been blessed; &lt;em&gt;live each day&lt;/em&gt; with patience because the day has only just begun and there is more to come; &lt;em&gt;live each day&lt;/em&gt; with resilence, because yesterday was successful and we made it through another day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live each day......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-5017516484247353984?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/5017516484247353984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=5017516484247353984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/5017516484247353984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/5017516484247353984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2008/09/live-each-day.html' title='Live each day....'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SMkYjvyNJyI/AAAAAAAAABk/JXcdYKD_ShM/s72-c/19104~Believe-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-7282708697115101745</id><published>2008-08-25T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:27:47.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SLKlIxlAzaI/AAAAAAAAABc/coqJYoTbtok/s1600-h/communication.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238430886751423906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SLKlIxlAzaI/AAAAAAAAABc/coqJYoTbtok/s200/communication.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was peasantly surprised to hear a childhood jingle, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the more we get together,together,together/the more we get together/the happier we'll be/for my friends are your friends/and your friends are my friends/the more we get together/the happier we'll be&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;being used as a McDonald's advertisemnt to promote the fastfood chain as the food sponsors for the Olympics 2008. it's a jingle of my childhood, but its a jingle that is so relevant not just to the spirit of the Games, but to the essence of life. it was refreshing because it brought me back to the need for a childlike coexistence, as when we were little children and didn't think twice about mixing with people of different creeds, color or status, so long as they wanted to play with us. What has happened to that innocence? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been eroded away with prejudice, by self-centeredness, fueling hatred and judgement and condoning condemnation and bigotry. Think about it, is that the legacy we want to leave to the next generation? I pray not. What we want to teach them is acceptance of each other, of forgiveness, of universal love. So next time you hear the jingle, don't just think of a Big Mac; think of the blessings of friends and how important they are to us, and we to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-7282708697115101745?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/7282708697115101745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=7282708697115101745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/7282708697115101745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/7282708697115101745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-peasantly-surprised-to-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SLKlIxlAzaI/AAAAAAAAABc/coqJYoTbtok/s72-c/communication.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-6721094127534767636</id><published>2008-07-30T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:33.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SJCP1Jian2I/AAAAAAAAABU/X2XyQhu43iw/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228837310633254754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SJCP1Jian2I/AAAAAAAAABU/X2XyQhu43iw/s200/smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is it that hard to stretch the corner of one's mouth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is it too time consuming to consider being vulnerable and letting one's guard down for a brief moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is it too unrealistic to even consider being nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When we smile, we create a paradigm shift in thinking. A smile is an invitation, an invitation to connect, to communicate, to be human. In a world of self-centeredness, a smile is warmth in a cold care less environment. We should learn to smile more...who else best to learn from but a baby? Watch how a baby draws mum into baby's world..they can't articulate how they feel, but they can smile! That's their weapon-a smile... and hearts are softened, bonds are made and community is formed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have alot to learn from our babies. it's a pity that in adulthood, we add criticism, sarcasm, cynicism to the smile. We pollute it and destroy its simple and innocent purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let's put on a smile again. Smile at your neighbour, smile at your colleagues in work and for goodness sake, smile at yourself in the mirror and say, "I am special!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Go on....SMILE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-6721094127534767636?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/6721094127534767636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=6721094127534767636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/6721094127534767636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/6721094127534767636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2008/07/smile.html' title='SMILE!'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SJCP1Jian2I/AAAAAAAAABU/X2XyQhu43iw/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-4227022809550692989</id><published>2008-05-03T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:33.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SBwAb1VXPoI/AAAAAAAAABM/2SvdAkP30Qk/s1600-h/happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196028548251860610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SBwAb1VXPoI/AAAAAAAAABM/2SvdAkP30Qk/s320/happiness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all anticipate a 'zen' moment in our lives; a moment of bliss, when the harsh reality of our world is superceded by a quiet realisation that there are pockets seclusion that we can run and hide in, away from the maddening crowd. We love weekends when we can escape to just be ourselves, don't have any responsibilities and just be free. Don't you feel like that most times? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I do! We need to create such pockets; even when it seems to difficult to accomplish we must try to slot in a 5 minute 'zen' moment in our lives. It's like a slotting ourselves into a recharger and getting filled up with a shot of energy to face the day ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waht can be your 'zen' moments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a walk in the park near your home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;playing with your pet for 5 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;listening to music on your iPOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just getting up and having a nice glass of your favorite beverage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are so many ways of just being revivied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Try it today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Zen on......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-4227022809550692989?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/4227022809550692989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=4227022809550692989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/4227022809550692989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/4227022809550692989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2008/05/zen.html' title='ZEN'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/SBwAb1VXPoI/AAAAAAAAABM/2SvdAkP30Qk/s72-c/happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-133675756868982105</id><published>2008-03-22T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:33.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/R-TmexOeCxI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y-2pFF2_ABI/s1600-h/calvary1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180518887667403538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/R-TmexOeCxI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y-2pFF2_ABI/s320/calvary1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hat is it about Easter that draws thousands to enact the steps that Jesus of Nazareth 2000 after he down the way of the Cross in Jerusalem up to Golgotha? You see people weeping along the way, some people so overwhelmed that they tremble and shake, feeling the pain, feeling the anguish, feeling the hurt. When I think of Easter, from a spiritual perspective, it is a carthatic experience, because it shows a God who chooses to sacrifice himself for people who condemned him. Yet, the walk, along the Via Delorosa is very much the essence of an experience. Many Christians look at the destination, where Jesus of Nazareth was heading; undoubtedly it was important but for me what is also important is the journey, the process to the cross. it is a reminder for me that to reach a point of completion, it is important to learn the lessons along the way. I shouldn't be consumed with finding a solution but learn from the experiences along the way. As a counselor, it is important to take note of the client's experiences and not be so quick to find a solution to the problem. In taking a step back and listening to the client, the clients are given room to express themselves and share their experiences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is all about the sum of the experiences along the journey undertaken. Let us begin take the experiences of others as well as our own to heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SELAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-133675756868982105?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/133675756868982105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=133675756868982105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/133675756868982105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/133675756868982105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2008/03/w-hat-is-it-about-easter-that-draws.html' title=''/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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/_sOsYNF_-S3A/R-TmexOeCxI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y-2pFF2_ABI/s72-c/calvary1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-9081014383697479286</id><published>2008-02-28T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T01:56:14.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>think about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;No pain no gain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No guts no glory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No rainbow without the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No forgiveness without saying  sorry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calamities that never change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith of the old old Story &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-9081014383697479286?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/9081014383697479286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=9081014383697479286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/9081014383697479286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/9081014383697479286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2008/02/think-about-it.html' title='think about it'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-4550055627283360684</id><published>2008-02-16T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T01:27:06.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFECT baLANce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These days, I'm hearing alot of people mention the words 'juggle' and 'balance' in a single sentence. It's normally accompanied with a sigh or a pursing of the lips, a sign of the hurried existence we face today. When you think about it, the two words just don't sit together. How do you maintain a balance in life with so many expectations to juggle, so many roles to fulfil, so many results to achieve? Or do they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The two words bring me back to the circus arena, where as children (and even as adults), we would stand in awe of those jugglers who managed to walk a tightrope, keep their balance and yet juggle with ease. How could they do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Practice makes perfect.&lt;/em&gt; They kept at it, day after day, during their spare time, they honed their abilities. They knew that without the practice, no success.It was a focused objective, something we need to apply in today's demanding lifestyle where multi-tasking is the norm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do we need to be perfect? &lt;/em&gt;Yet we aren't looking for perfection per say; that is what our mind perceives we should achieve. Therefore, in the quest to strive for a perfect juggle, we may lose perspective and focus and hence lose our balance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life isn't about perfection...it's about making the most of our limitations count! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What we need to really reflect upon is whether we have a &lt;em&gt;balanced perspective&lt;/em&gt; on the life we lead today-or are we too ambitious and want to juggle too many things in such a short space of time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take time to look at what your juggling today-and don't forget to see how far the drop would be if you try too hard to please too many people and lose balance of your life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-4550055627283360684?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/4550055627283360684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=4550055627283360684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/4550055627283360684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/4550055627283360684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2008/02/perfect-balance.html' title='PERFECT baLANce'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-6390134930449044924</id><published>2008-01-01T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:34.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/R3oSl2OHWfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9dLFOjpi7WA/s1600-h/4180~I-Am-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150449565270759922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/R3oSl2OHWfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9dLFOjpi7WA/s400/4180~I-Am-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How well do you know yourself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When we read the tabloids or dive into the morning paper, we're really interested in what goes within the minds of terrorists, murderers and on the other side of the coin, scholars, movie stars, acclaimed politicians...but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.......&lt;em&gt;how well do you know yourself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How well do you know you about the way you react to situations? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How well do you know the habits you have adopted, consciously and unconsciously? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's fun and exciting to see others being exposed, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;......how well do you know yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When we get in touch with real person within us, it creates a transparency a sense of genuineness that is attractive because it is rare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The new year could be a time to get to know the real you. It's a wonderful journey of self-discovery, far outweighing what the tabloids could write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let 2008 be your year of getting to know yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-6390134930449044924?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/6390134930449044924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=6390134930449044924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/6390134930449044924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/6390134930449044924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2008/01/getting-to-know-yourself.html' title='Getting to know yourself'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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/_sOsYNF_-S3A/R3oSl2OHWfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9dLFOjpi7WA/s72-c/4180~I-Am-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-5548392664169467149</id><published>2007-11-12T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:34.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy and joyful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/RzdHNffMyRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/To1Fo5vPYis/s1600-h/smile2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131648597528201490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/RzdHNffMyRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/To1Fo5vPYis/s320/smile2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Happy? Joyful? Is it normal to be so these days? We are on a spiral downwards aren't we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he world isn't as happy as it should be, isn't it? " Have you had these thoughts swirling in your head? I think lots of people feel this way because the circumstances around them dictate how they must feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ut should it be so? I don't think so. Yes, circumstances may appear bleak and unavoidable, but we can certainly not choose to be guided by what we see or feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;appiness is a choice; it comes from within. Who we associate with, what choices we make in life determine our degree of happiness. Sure, we won't be happy all the time. But happiness is something we can certainly experience most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;make it your conscious thought today...to be happy, inspite of.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-5548392664169467149?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/5548392664169467149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=5548392664169467149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/5548392664169467149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/5548392664169467149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-and-joyful.html' title='happy and joyful'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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/_sOsYNF_-S3A/RzdHNffMyRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/To1Fo5vPYis/s72-c/smile2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-6817814448544003276</id><published>2007-10-22T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T18:10:24.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Responding WITH Understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RESPONSE? OPINIONS? REBUTTALS? DEFENSE?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Society today seems to be on the guarded side of communication....we want answers to probing questions and we want answers in details, instantaneously. We are not contented with 'ifs' and 'maybes' but definite concrete viewpoints and details. It stems from a lack of &lt;em&gt;trust&lt;/em&gt;,  a trust that answers can be found, a lack of&lt;em&gt; patience&lt;/em&gt;, to step back and think through before proceeding. In the light of this, we become hurried beings, seeking revenge with technology, looking for payback as soon as we can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't that sad? We don't sit to discuss, because we are so focussed on getting to the bottom of a situation. We don't want to relate because that makes us vunerable and weak. It's truly become not a civilised race but a race for survival of the fittest barbarian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNDERSTANDING? ACCEPTANCE? FORGIVENESS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can we learn to do these things again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SELAH&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-6817814448544003276?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/6817814448544003276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=6817814448544003276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/6817814448544003276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/6817814448544003276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/10/responding-with-understanding.html' title='Responding WITH Understanding'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-7057187678162271914</id><published>2007-09-30T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:34.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HiDiNG UnDeR THe BLaNKET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Rv58u8gi23I/AAAAAAAAAAs/upu8-BZJNW0/s1600-h/holding+hands+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115663372697918322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="215" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Rv58u8gi23I/AAAAAAAAAAs/upu8-BZJNW0/s320/holding+hands+2.bmp" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;emember when you were young and you were afraid? You probably ran to mum's room and slided in her bed because you were so afraid; or you probably hid under the covers with your raggedy doll as your only defender against the impending foe. Do you remember? You felt so comfortable and secure with all these elements of security surrounding you-mum, blanket and raggedy doll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we look at the world today, we find it quite daunting to find a place to crawl into or find security in a secure figure, because the world has become so suspicious and malicious. The person we assume we could trust could be the very person who can betray us, to hurt us. That is why some turn to the bottle or synthetic drugs or tangible green notes called dollars with little sense for comfort and security. Some people knowingly turn to those to who manipulate them, caught in the helpless cycle of deceit and betrayal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We need to reverse the situation we face. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First we need to speak out and demand safety and security. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is our fundamental right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we need to find platforms to reach and bridge the differences we face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look for common grounds, not differing peaks and heights. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We need to be honest with each other and establish trust across lattitudes and longitudes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all deserve a space on this earth; no one can be the judge and juror of our fate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our lives are only determined by the One who made us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-7057187678162271914?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/7057187678162271914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=7057187678162271914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/7057187678162271914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/7057187678162271914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/09/hiding-under-blanket.html' title='HiDiNG UnDeR THe BLaNKET'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Rv58u8gi23I/AAAAAAAAAAs/upu8-BZJNW0/s72-c/holding+hands+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-2714708796119930415</id><published>2007-09-13T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:50:21.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing Fear with FEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's a word that sends us scurrying into dark alleys, shivering with apprehension and wondering how we might actually free ourselves from its evil ensnarement. It's not just a word to many-it's a real threat that they face on a daily basis, where fear has already taken on the cloak of its darker cousin, paranoia. The threat of diseases that arrive at our doorsteps in ways we cannot fathom; the threat of anger resulting in violence and the killing of innocent lives. How do we deal with this? We can't be subliminal about it? We can't simply allow the word to float away. How do we deal with it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt; ace it. We know it stares us in the face. We know it rears its ugly head ever so often. Yet, we won't back down. We face it, because its there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; mbrace hope. We have the antidote in hope. It's there, but we need to endure and perservere. Like the rainbow, it's only visible &lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;the storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; rrest fear before it arrest us. Don't let it grip you and control you. You have a choice-exercise it now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt; each out for support. You don't have to face it alone. There are people who will come alongside you and be your cheer team, your embrace team. Don't push them away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Face Fear with &lt;strong&gt;FEAR&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-2714708796119930415?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/2714708796119930415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=2714708796119930415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/2714708796119930415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/2714708796119930415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/09/facing-fear-with-fear.html' title='Facing Fear with FEAR'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-5062503169531751036</id><published>2007-08-31T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:34.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SilencE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Rtb7T303yxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/syHvq_v_jY4/s1600-h/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104543546492832530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Rtb7T303yxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/syHvq_v_jY4/s320/coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do you respond to silence? Some people find silence deafening; some people find silence awkward; some people find silence refreshing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It can be deafening when we keep silent and allow our inner thoughts to flood our minds. Some of these thoughts might be suppressed emotions or viewpoints that we had placed in storage. Silence allows them a 'voice'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people like silence because it gives them space, space to think, to contemplate, to draw some conclusions in a very noisy world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We should learn to treasure our silences- and if we don't have such moments, learn to put them into place in our lives. Journaling, listening to nature can be so therapeutic to our well being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet we can't always be silent; we need engagement because that's the way we were wired. Yet silences equip us for such engagements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The good and the wise lead quiet lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="PADDING-RIGHT: 6px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px" href="http://quotes.zaadz.com/Euripides"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quotes.zaadz.com/Euripides"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Euripides&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (c. 485 - 406 BC)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So let's enjoy the silences, let's integrate the silences ino our lives. Don't be afraid of silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SELAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-5062503169531751036?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/5062503169531751036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=5062503169531751036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/5062503169531751036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/5062503169531751036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/08/silence.html' title='SilencE'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Rtb7T303yxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/syHvq_v_jY4/s72-c/coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-6811835891044210602</id><published>2007-08-14T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:55:19.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COnTACTS and SPECTacles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been debating over the proposition on whether I should switch to contacts or remain with these old specs I have worn since I was 7 years old. Some people say contacts are better, specs are old fashioned; some say specs are safer and contacts attract infections. Some say do away with both- lasik is in! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well to be honest, i like my world seen through my current spectacles. I wake up every morning anticipating the world to be as i  had pictured it the day before. Contacts may change that comfortable feeling i have. Lasik, may be a whole new world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life is like that isn't? We get so used to a certain way of looking at things that we forget about other means of vision. Sometimes a change in apparatus is akin to finding a new perspective in looking at a situation that has existed for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes we need to get that change into operation for results to show, for results to be found. But comfort has this uncanny way of giving us false security. What we assume is best isnt always the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Time to take a new leap forward...but wear your eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-6811835891044210602?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/6811835891044210602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=6811835891044210602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/6811835891044210602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/6811835891044210602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/08/contacts-and-spectacles.html' title='COnTACTS and SPECTacles'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-7478433926112392582</id><published>2007-08-02T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:34.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OpTiMiSm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/RrDHEgmrCBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JLKPKx4JArk/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093790058841573394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/RrDHEgmrCBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JLKPKx4JArk/s320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can we really be THAT optimistic? I mean, the world's gone crazy, crime rate is on the rise, abuse is second nature, weather patterns have gone beserk, diseases have taken on humans with a vengence. Can we really believe that the 'sun will come out tomorrow'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is hard trying, but that is the operative word- trying. We don't try anymore. We speculate, we assume and we just expect gloom and doom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think what is lacking is what I call an 'ant mentality'. I was looking at this trail of ants and I was intrigued at how determined the colony was in ensuring that the colony thrives. Here we are giants in the their land, and there they are with an optimistic streak in them. Some would say it isn't optimism, it is the law of the jungle; but isn't that banking on having an edge by making the most of every opportunity to survive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surroundings change but our tenacity to survive should remain strong and determined. It's taking the small steps that even account for the slightest degree of change as an optimistic prick to our desire to move ahead, even if it is a centimetre since we moved last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-7478433926112392582?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/7478433926112392582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=7478433926112392582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/7478433926112392582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/7478433926112392582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/08/optimism.html' title='OpTiMiSm'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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/_sOsYNF_-S3A/RrDHEgmrCBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JLKPKx4JArk/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-7566660262820259742</id><published>2007-07-24T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:34.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain RAIN.....don't GO AWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/RqT3qzjCUmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OZHcNe3nAmc/s1600-h/ecological+issues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090465793599230562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/RqT3qzjCUmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OZHcNe3nAmc/s320/ecological+issues.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's 2.30 am....yes AM! ......and its raining! how i love the sound of rain....the smell of rain too.....it permeates the air with freshness, it represents a cleansing, a renewal, a softening of grounds that have been baked by the sun. Yes i may be getting carried away with my metaphors, but i'm not saying that the sun isn't important; it is....it gives life and it provides light. Yet, we need the rain as much as we need the sun. Both are essential to growth and development. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In life we need sunshine days where everything appears rosy and happy, but we also need rain, inspite of it sogging our shoes and depressing our days! The sun and rain work together, in a beautiful balance that man could never orchestrate....but can definitely contaminate. We wouldn't appreciate the good days if we didn't have the soggy rainy days would we? We would get complacent and take life for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So next time it rains, smile and say 'thank you'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next time you have a heat wave, think of what the rain would do to change all that....and smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-7566660262820259742?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/7566660262820259742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=7566660262820259742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/7566660262820259742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/7566660262820259742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/07/rain-raindont-go-away.html' title='Rain RAIN.....don&apos;t GO AWAY'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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/_sOsYNF_-S3A/RqT3qzjCUmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OZHcNe3nAmc/s72-c/ecological+issues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-986081126482195047</id><published>2007-07-14T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T02:29:23.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUck or yuCK?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday the 13th....it may scare you, it may tickle you to scare some body you know. What's with this ominous date? In the first place is it really as bad as people say it is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, to be honest, nothing happened to me on Friday the 13th; I didn't have any major catastrophe, or negative event happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I know why: because I didn't &lt;em&gt;perceive &lt;/em&gt;the date as a threat. Every day in actual fact is a threat- we would never know what could hit us, metaphorically and literally. Yet if we live our day with purpose, with dignity, with focus and we apply an optimistic stance, chances are you're day would be rewarding- because you want to see it as such. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, if we live our day suspiciously, cautiously then we limit the potential of living that day to the fullest. I know what you're thinking....how can we be positive and optimistic with what is so bleak around us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We can't change the scenario around us, but we can change the scenario &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; our mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Give it a try, not just on Friday the 13th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-986081126482195047?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/986081126482195047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=986081126482195047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/986081126482195047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/986081126482195047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/07/luck-or-yuck.html' title='LUck or yuCK?'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-51418517479023622</id><published>2007-07-05T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:54:35.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PaTTerns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Rozo5g7kawI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0Qma9kec5QU/s1600-h/define+yourself.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083694154184420098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="184" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Rozo5g7kawI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0Qma9kec5QU/s320/define+yourself.bmp" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Human beings are funny people....we hate routines, but routines give us a semblance of order. Without these routines, we find it hard to accomplish much in a day, let alone an hour. Yet, when we venture outside this comfort zone, when we change the pattern, we lose a sense of security, a sense of familiarity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing wrong with patterns; it's good to have a routine, but we need to ask pertinent questions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Are these patterns enhancing us or deliberating us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Are these patterns in line with what we believe about ourselves or what others say about us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Are these patterns just for show or for real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is good to give yourself a check up and find where you stand. A break in the pattern of life may seem disruptive, but it can actually help us unearth a need to reconsider a need to reasses what we take for granted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So next time life throws you a curve, don't curse or swear, but look at how it can teach you a valuable lesson that opportunities abound to those who seek.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SELAH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the difference between a stumbling block and a stepping stone is what you make of it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-51418517479023622?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/51418517479023622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=51418517479023622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/51418517479023622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/51418517479023622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/07/patterns.html' title='PaTTerns'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sOsYNF_-S3A/Rozo5g7kawI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0Qma9kec5QU/s72-c/define+yourself.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-4579717670383119639</id><published>2007-06-29T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T00:50:46.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AnDreW- a care letter</title><content type='html'>Dear Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I feel this week has been a haze; one minute you were laughing and joking with me, the next, you are lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to a life support system with tubes running everywhere. How can this be? You are strong, resilient, yet now you lie in the critical care unit of the hospital. We wait with bated breath....will you be alright? All we have is a wing and a prayer....and each other. Yes, each other and God. Yes, God. We don't understand why this happened, but we want to move on to help you endure the rest of your earthly journey. You are precious, you are dear. That's why there is so much support. You are special, so special that God has his angels surrounding you, attending to you, keeping watch over you. You are His workmanship Andrew, don't forget that.... and we aren't going to forget you either. We love you and support you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are a dear  friend....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you are a friend of Andrew Tham, an ex-student from St. Hilda's Secondary School and are reading this and would like to comment, may i invite you to do so. Your prayers for his recovery would be greatly appreciated. Thanks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-4579717670383119639?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/4579717670383119639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=4579717670383119639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/4579717670383119639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/4579717670383119639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/06/andrew-care-letter.html' title='AnDreW- a care letter'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-172540130570461159</id><published>2007-06-19T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:03:09.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 MiNuTeS tO BiRtH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I'm writing this, I am counting down......when it strikes 12 mn, it would be my birthday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birthdays. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aren't they just numbers that increase annually? Aren't they the no of embarassing candles put on a cake that you need to blow out, but wait! make a wish first! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numbers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the numbers of years increase, so do the lines of stress, the sag of the skin becomes more pronounced, the creak in the bones become louder...but wait! you're maturing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maturing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isn't that just another polite way to say "You're older"? You may become cynical, skeptical and at the same time forgetful why you do the things you do...but wait! you're still alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spirit is willing, but the flesh isn't weak, it's comatose! I'm breathing, I'm walking, I'm feeling, I'm thinking....but wait! it's a miracle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miracle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, life is a miracle....and a miracle is about to be born....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are all miracles! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIRACLE! CONTINUE TO BE A GIFT TO THIS WORLD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-172540130570461159?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/172540130570461159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=172540130570461159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/172540130570461159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/172540130570461159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-minutes-to-birth.html' title='10 MiNuTeS tO BiRtH'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-5852229008976287269</id><published>2007-06-14T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:51:05.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eMoTiOnAl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;everyone &lt;/strong&gt;has emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; everyone needs to learn how to &lt;strong&gt;manage&lt;/strong&gt; them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;others&lt;/strong&gt; need to know how we would respond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; so take&lt;strong&gt; time&lt;/strong&gt; to reflect first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; start with the &lt;strong&gt;'I'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; then move to &lt;strong&gt;others&lt;/strong&gt; in your immediate vicinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; never &lt;strong&gt;negate&lt;/strong&gt; their feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;acknowledge&lt;/strong&gt; that we need a community perspective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;live&lt;/strong&gt; a big picture perspective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-5852229008976287269?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/5852229008976287269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=5852229008976287269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/5852229008976287269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/5852229008976287269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/06/emotional.html' title='eMoTiOnAl'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-125260497195888924</id><published>2007-05-27T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T01:58:44.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the PRESSURE of doing NOTHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a strange world isn't it? When we have a bundle of things to do, we can't wait to take a moment's respite to just catch our breath and be contemplative for a few minutes. Yet, when we it gets too contemplative and still, we can't take the boredom and itch for something to do. Doing nothing is considered unproductive, a waste of time, a waste of money. Every nanosecond of a minute has to be occupied because of that big word that looms ahead of each of us-&lt;em&gt;USEFULNESS.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet, I know of many learned and respected people who took time and spent it in contemplation. They weren't the worse off for it; on the contrary, they lived a longer and more fulfilled life. Maybe we hurry because we don't want to think of the crossroads we would need to face, or the dilemmas we would need to encounter....so hurry and let's bury all that- &lt;em&gt;ESCAPISM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We need to sit down, reflect and regroup. The three Rs of life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REFLECT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REGROUP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RECUPERATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We need to do the first three before we can get to stage four. Don't be in a hurry to get from one to four in a flash. Don't be sucked into the pressure of doing something when nothing is perfectly suitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-125260497195888924?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/125260497195888924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=125260497195888924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/125260497195888924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/125260497195888924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/05/pressure-of-doing-nothing.html' title='the PRESSURE of doing NOTHING'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-2995182151888829426</id><published>2007-05-23T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T02:37:41.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S*I*C*K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bugs....not the creepy crawly ones, but the ones that get into your system and wreck havoc with your insides and your head. How we detest the bugs! There are so many strains of them.... your 'garden variety' , your 'exotic' and your down right 'rare' strains. These days, its challenging for medical personnel to decipher and understand the different strains that keep multiplying and mutating at speeds we can't detect. MBBS isn't enough...MDs don't mean a thing....if we can't get a swing on how to stop them. But can we? We can't stop people from getting sick; isolation doesn't help...eradication doesn't seem to be plausible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have to learn to manage it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being 'sick' emotionally is similar. We were made to be relational. We can't change our inherent DNA directives. We can learn &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; relational as well as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how not to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The 'bugs' of the mind are harder to treat, but the 'bugs' of the heart can be dealt with with tender loving concern....notice i didn't use care in that cliche because care isn't seen as a good word these days. Care is seen as manupilative. Sad isn't it? The value of care is priceless and healing and understanding begins at its doorstep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step right up and please, leave your masks at the door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-2995182151888829426?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/2995182151888829426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=2995182151888829426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/2995182151888829426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/2995182151888829426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/05/sick.html' title='S*I*C*K'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-5036652496652695498</id><published>2007-05-19T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T01:10:02.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEncES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was watching a rerun of an old TV series whilst nursing a bad cough and cold in bed. It was called Picket Fences and it was created by one of my favorite producers, David E Kelley. What I like about Picket Fences is how the situation in one household becomes the fodder of conversation in the community, and how that in turn affects the situation in that same household. Well, there have been many spin offs of such 'dramedies' most prominently of course being Desperate Housewives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fences are erected to keep villians away, to keep the flock together. Fences should be respected and not tested. Yet, what happens on the Hollywood set of the shows mirrors what happens in our lives as well. We love to test the boundaries set, be it a young child with his parents, a school student with their teacher, the citizen with the state...it's interesting to see to see it being enacted. Why? Because, it is something inherent within human nature to want to see if we can get more than what we bargained for. We don't like to be boxed in by rules, by dictums by regulations. We love freedom and we expect it. Yet freedom has got its own fences,hasn't it? Remove that, and we have pandemonium, chaos. Would that be what we would want to see?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God forbid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-5036652496652695498?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/5036652496652695498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=5036652496652695498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/5036652496652695498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/5036652496652695498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/05/fences.html' title='FEncES'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-4425838740630340272</id><published>2007-05-13T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T01:54:21.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONflowers</title><content type='html'>I know its Mothers Day and many people are taking their mums out for lunch or dinner or just giving them a well needed break. Favorite gifts for mom? Chocolates (dark of course-can't afford the fat!), cards and flowers. How can we not forget the flowers? Flowers brighten up any mom's day, and for that matter any one's day. Roses perhaps? They are expensive so mom knows that she's worth a lot in petals; Petunia's? 'Chrysanthemums'? Daisies? Orchids stay fresh longer in the tropical heat. May I suggest a single stalk of the glorious sunflower. Just one stalk please because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;mom is outstanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;mom brilliantly shines at multi-tasking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;mom is constantly moving as long as there is sunshine, just like the sun flower that follows the sun's movement through the course of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;mom watches over the movement of those whom she loves-her family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take a break moms....today is your day to be admired, appreciated and loved. Your lingering presence is our greatest gift......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SELAH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-4425838740630340272?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/4425838740630340272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=4425838740630340272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/4425838740630340272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/4425838740630340272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/05/sonflowers.html' title='SONflowers'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-7536176419314775439</id><published>2007-05-02T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:46:51.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The WEAK, the FAINT &amp; the WORRIED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week I learnt of a good man of the cloth whom I had admired had passed away after a long bout of illness. Week after week, he would faithfully serve His God in the church, smiling and reassuring the weak, the faint and the worried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The weak, the faint and the worried&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doesn't that sound like you and me? Aren't we weakened by our internal condemnations? Aren't we afraid to be found weak in the eyes of many? Aren't we worried that we won't survive this rat race we are in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet, this nice sweet man of God reassured us that we could, because he had. He became a living proof of how his God had sustained him, how his God had carried him through the rough times, how his God had calmed many a worrisome storm. How we need to find people like that in our lives today, people who can stand alongside us and say, I am here with you, don't fret, it's not over yet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss you Canon Lomax.... thanks for being God's angel while on earth...now rest in His peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-7536176419314775439?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/7536176419314775439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=7536176419314775439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/7536176419314775439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/7536176419314775439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/05/weak-faint-worried.html' title='The WEAK, the FAINT &amp; the WORRIED'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-8559498136184340025</id><published>2007-04-27T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T02:03:51.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGLY........?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperate Housewives. Prison Break. Ugly Betty&lt;/em&gt;. What do they have in common?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They are American dramas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They have become American exports that dominate television viewing globally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They have raked in millions of dollars for the TV networks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They deal with the human journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But what do these shows mean to you? Many would consider them exciting and stimulating to the senses, a rush of blood to the head or a heart warming glow in the heart. What they have in common is the unearthing of the human experience, of course done Hollywood style. Yet, there is some element of truth in its portrayal. It may be a little overexxagerated, it may be a little melancholic, but it still highlights a prevalent truth-we have skeletons that we cannot ignore in our cupboards. Try as we might to hide them, they surface and they may embarass us, or defile us. Facing up to these skeletons is a challenge, especially in today's society that is so quick to judge. People like to make a spectacle out of other people's misfortunes, not necessarily Hollywood style &lt;em&gt;(but Hollywood is a good teacher).&lt;/em&gt; Facing these skeletons is something we should learn to do; it's all part of understanding that the journey we undertake requires hard, honest reflection that shouldn't weigh us down, but liberate us to move further. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time to switch off the TV set and opened the closets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-8559498136184340025?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/8559498136184340025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=8559498136184340025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/8559498136184340025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/8559498136184340025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/04/ugly.html' title='UGLY........?'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-2857004255541409020</id><published>2007-04-13T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T21:16:21.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reNEWal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The buzz today in corporate circles and political circles is renewal. We need to find the next generation of enterprenuers, the next set of political leaders. It's a timely buzz, and it shouldn't just start and end there. It should permeate into every strata of society, of life. We need renewal in our marriages, in our friendships, in our perceptions about life. Renewals keep us on our toes, helps us assess where we are on the path we have taken. Renewals also help us keep the dreams alive, and not get so bogged down with the details. Indeed, the details feed the dream, but the renewal, the revisiting of these dreams infuse new life, new hope. Hope...that's a word we need so much to not just hear but see as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Think of your life right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What needs renewal?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there an idea that has been left salted on the shelf and needs revisiting?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there a relationship that you are enduring rather than enjoying?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there a challenge that you are not facing because you lack the confidence?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Is time more of a killer rather than a creative spark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's time to think and do renewal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-2857004255541409020?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/2857004255541409020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=2857004255541409020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/2857004255541409020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/2857004255541409020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/04/renewal.html' title='reNEWal'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-4984807465194701701</id><published>2007-03-30T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T19:27:25.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ReCoVeRy</title><content type='html'>It sad to see a friend or colleague endure pain or hardship. Sometimes we don't know how to respond to the issue at hand. Should we be sympathetic? Or should we pretend by suppressing the issue and get the person to move on beyond circumstances. On the one hand, it may seem too bothersome to get stuck with emotional baggages-there is however a place for emotions, for grieving, for venting. However, if we allow that to control our outcomes, then we lose control of ourselves. Pretending isn't a good solution; the 'ghosts' have this habit of reappearing, in stronger images and with stronger attachments. We need to learn to manage pain or hardship....ultimately we aim for recovery. We want to learn from this incident, the issues at hand and move to the next level. We need to deal with the emotions as is and then use it as stepping stones, not milstones! Recovery is being there to provide support, not to agree but to be a strong arm, have a caring heart, even if it a moment of unexpected silences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-4984807465194701701?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/4984807465194701701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=4984807465194701701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/4984807465194701701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/4984807465194701701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/03/recovery.html' title='ReCoVeRy'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-1453908183449640696</id><published>2007-03-08T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T19:21:41.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AppREciATioN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rewards. We all love to be rewarded don't we? The recognition we get, the applause received, the handshakes all around help instill a sense of value within us. We feel good about ourselves. The Bible does tell us that it is more blessed to give then to receive. It's a powerful principle that we can apply in our lives-and we don't even have to be followers of the faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how blessed your child will be when you show appreciation for them as your children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how blessed your colleagues will be when you say a simple 'thank you' for effort put in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how blessed your aged parents would be when you hug them to show affirmation that they have done well in bringing you up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently there was this tremendous 'free hugs' campaign that caught on across the globe. Some might say it's a trivial attempt at self-appreciation-but really what the world needs now is appreciation, real appreciation. It shouldn't be for the dramatic. It shouldn't be for the staged. It should be for the person who learns to value another fellow human being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-1453908183449640696?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/1453908183449640696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=1453908183449640696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/1453908183449640696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/1453908183449640696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/03/appreciation.html' title='AppREciATioN'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-587579842922750511</id><published>2007-03-03T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T12:19:11.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ReNt The FaBRiC</title><content type='html'>Just flip open the morning papers or switch on the radio and you will find more than one article or news story on how an employee was badly treated or a possible lawsuit being served for discrimination of some sort. Racial. Age. Gender. Religion. Attitude. &lt;em&gt;ATTITUDE?&lt;/em&gt; Yes, that's where it all starts doesn't it? The way we see ourselves and judge others by our standards of 'excellence'. What gives us the right to do that? Our sense of superiority? Our sense of achievement? Our sense of justice? We have to rememeber that this world is everyone's playing field. "we're all players" that's what Shakespeare said. We need to learn to work cohesively, learning to &lt;em&gt;appreciate&lt;/em&gt; each other's gifts and strengths. We need to &lt;em&gt;apply&lt;/em&gt; ourselves as a whole to this world we live in. We need to all act responsible and not play judge. We need to &lt;em&gt;apprehend&lt;/em&gt; all caustic attitudes and actions before they destroy a delicate fabric that is already frayed at the ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-587579842922750511?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/587579842922750511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=587579842922750511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/587579842922750511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/587579842922750511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/03/rent-fabric.html' title='ReNt The FaBRiC'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-2390420881190413809</id><published>2007-02-16T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:00:41.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRoM ThE OuTSiDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's hard being an outsider; not really being involved yet being present. Sometimes people misinterpret your reactions as negative and condensending. Not that you don't want to help or be involved, but you just don' know how to. I know many care givers, counselors, nurses and doctors who can identify with this. I most certainly can because it happens with my dad. He's getting older and frail, he had a bad fall and he just isn't the same. It hurts me to see him hurt. I try to put my counselor spectacles on, but I can't ignore my emotions too. I can't rationalize how I feel all the time. Sometimes, I feel helpless, not knowing how to make his life comfortable. It's not easy making others feel comfortable. You have to hold back your uneasiness or fears and disappointments and not show too much. It's trying, it's frustrating, and sometimes you just want to throw your hands up in despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet, what keeps me going as a care giver is my belief that the smallest iota of help, goes a long way. Just being with my father can be the best comfort I can give. We must never have unrealistic expectations-that's not being cruel in any way. We must come down to the level of the person in need and ask, "what can I do to make the person's life more comfortable?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To all care givers, never think that you're not caring &lt;em&gt;enough&lt;/em&gt;. Care is such an overused word, where many expect it to come in leaps and bounds. Don't compare care-just give from the bottom of your heart! Your simple smile, your warm hug, your gentle stroke of the hand goes a long way. Well done people!! Keep that care coming......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-2390420881190413809?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/2390420881190413809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=2390420881190413809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/2390420881190413809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/2390420881190413809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-outside.html' title='FRoM ThE OuTSiDE'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-1476866871830371327</id><published>2007-02-07T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T02:25:43.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F****</title><content type='html'>I was travelling in a taxi recently and the driver, a rather matured driver, had this tendency to end his sentences with the F-word. I'm quite used to hearing it being said these days, especially when expletives like f**** are commonplace and accepted as part of the vernacular. I remember when I was in University, and I was studying modern literature plays in my third year as an undergraduate. My professor was a gentle, sweet lady, who had this twinkle in her eyes when she started to delve into the literary world. We would all sit and listen, spellbounded by how she made characters, plots and situations come alive off the pages of books. As we were ploughing through different genres, it soon happened. Modern literary plays reflect the society they were written about and there it was-the F-word. And we were to say it as we read the play aloud? But professor didn't blink an eyelid when she read the parts of the play, putting emotion into each word, including the F-word. How did she do it? She saw it in its context and read it in its context. She was a professional.&lt;br /&gt;But does that condone the way we pepper our speeches today with expletives? Again, it reflects the society we live in- a society that is stressed, frustrated, challenged and fed-up. We need to change our expletives into something more encouraging, more uplifting.&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-1476866871830371327?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/1476866871830371327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=1476866871830371327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/1476866871830371327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/1476866871830371327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/02/f.html' title='F****'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-315917642072048213</id><published>2007-02-04T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T02:03:33.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>InFLuENCe</title><content type='html'>Did you know that teens today are more influenced by celebrities than by anything else? So if Britney wants to get frivolous and start drink binging, that's considered 'cool' (?) Or if Nelly gets &lt;em&gt;promiscous &lt;/em&gt;and makes a nice tidy sum on the side from the song, that's 'glamorous'? It's frightening to know that what is seen through the lens of the media or the pages of the tabloid is considered 'bible' material to many teens. We adults need to really do some introspection and ask ourselves these vital questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1: Who am I closest too and how have I influenced them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2: Has my influence been positive or negative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3: Has my influence caused them mature emotionally, socially?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are helping shape tomorrows leaders. We need to take our influences seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-315917642072048213?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/315917642072048213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=315917642072048213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/315917642072048213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/315917642072048213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/02/influence.html' title='InFLuENCe'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-4083103646426353673</id><published>2007-01-30T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:41:35.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREET things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sawasdi!&lt;/em&gt; A clasp of the hands and the warmth of a smile....the greetings you receive in Thailand are well known, but it's something we can learn from. Saluations sometimes seem a waste of time, especially when you know the person and the person knows you. Yet, a saluation given by the Thais or the  Indians or any culture is something we need to import into our culture. That's exactly where it starts from-culture. If we have become a culture that values only output, rather than input, we're missing a lot. So, let's learn to GREET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;G = Give unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When we say "hi!" or "hello!" we shouldn't expect anything back in return. We give because we want to bless the other person, because we want to make the other feel special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;R = Relate fully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't just extend the hand, or give a faint smile; give it all you have got! make the person feel the warmth that comes from within in that handshake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E = Extend hospitality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We can choose to just be salutory, or we can really make our welcome cozy like coming back to our own homes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E = Engage eye contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The eyes are the windows of the soul. We need to let the greeted know that they are not just passerbys but important individuals who share this journey with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;T = Touch the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-4083103646426353673?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/4083103646426353673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=4083103646426353673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/4083103646426353673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/4083103646426353673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/01/greet-things.html' title='GREET things'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-3446349247335057705</id><published>2007-01-19T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T02:27:38.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLooDs that DrEnCh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is tragic what the people of Malaysia are going through with the rising flood waters, swirling into their homes and businesses, destroying precious artifacts, mementos, important documents and expensive equipment. I can imagine the anguish, the frustration that many of the people of Malaysia are experiencing. How do we deal with situations like this? How do we deal with the flood of stresses we find piling upon us sometimes? We can't say "I know how you feel"-we don't! We're not in their situation, but we can provide action instead of just mere words of comfort or encouragement. What people need in a time of crisis is a ready solace, a safe refuge where they can gather their thoughts and plan the next course of action. We can share essential supplies with them, knowing that some semblance of normality helps them gain a foothold in the soft mud beneath. All this done with a smile, of care of compassion can bring a rainbow amidst the dark clouds of pessimism that enshrouds them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The 3 S approach- provide a &lt;strong&gt;SOLACE&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;SHARE&lt;/strong&gt; your time and your space and &lt;strong&gt;SMILE&lt;/strong&gt; with care and compassion will certainly help bring a ray of sunshine on a flood drenched day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-3446349247335057705?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/3446349247335057705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=3446349247335057705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/3446349247335057705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/3446349247335057705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/01/floods-that-drench.html' title='FLooDs that DrEnCh'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-8285960461768243452</id><published>2007-01-13T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T00:25:37.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HoPe FlOaTs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rain, more rain! We never seem to get enough of it in Singapore! Strange people we are.....when there isn't enough of it, we complain-when there is too much of it we continue to complain. Is it our nature to look for points of complaints? I don't think we were programmed to be that way. I believe that when God gave us a brain and the ability to articulate speech, we were given the choice to complain or be thankful. Quite often we choose to complain because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it is an accepted response&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it is a common response&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it is a response that allows us to seek the majority and stay within safety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let us make a switch to thankfulness. Why? because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it is a response that ushers in a blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it is a response that makes people see our boldness to make a stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it is a response that gets those within the safety of many, thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What is your choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-8285960461768243452?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/8285960461768243452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=8285960461768243452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/8285960461768243452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/8285960461768243452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/01/hope-floats.html' title='HoPe FlOaTs'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-7583384570983141997</id><published>2007-01-09T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T14:43:45.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BuZz Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New Year is always filled with buzz words.....word that we latch on to, words that set the course for a new year, words that give us a sense of purpose in the new year. Here are some buzz words we should seriously consider not just for the year ahead but the years to come:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOLERATE&lt;/strong&gt;- to learn how to accept differences and live amidst diversity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PATIENCE&lt;/strong&gt;- in such a hurried society, we need to really learn to slow down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REFLECT&lt;/strong&gt;- how we need to do introspection rather than inspection of each other's faults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONTENTMENT&lt;/strong&gt;- in this age of greed, we need to remember that there are many who are satisfied with simple needs and wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;- we need to move away from loving images to loving people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-7583384570983141997?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/7583384570983141997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=7583384570983141997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/7583384570983141997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/7583384570983141997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2007/01/buzz-words.html' title='BuZz Words'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-8166481921150504860</id><published>2006-12-18T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T18:09:28.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pRiNCipLes of aCCouNt</title><content type='html'>I'm definitely not a mathematically inclined person. I used to really hate math when I was in school, failing in my tests and exams. People kept telling me that math was an important subject, that I couldn't survive or be successful without it. I now know that was to scare me into doing well, but it did the reverse! Well, I still have problems with math, but I have learnt certain principles connected with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Math requires you to know the proper steps.&lt;/em&gt; Similarly, we need to learn to take the proper steps in the direction we are heading. I used to try solving math from the solution backwards!! I didn't get far for sure!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;You need to know your formulae.&lt;/em&gt; Life is all about what it takes to make it happen. We need to know the right balances, the right equations to get the answers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maths is always about practice.&lt;/em&gt; Life is a practice run itself. We try, we fail, we try again. We learn from our mistakes and don't do them again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maths is all about persistance.&lt;/em&gt; We need to keep trying, and we'll soon get it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;SELAH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-8166481921150504860?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/8166481921150504860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=8166481921150504860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/8166481921150504860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/8166481921150504860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/12/principles-of-account.html' title='pRiNCipLes of aCCouNt'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-116401717482271696</id><published>2006-11-20T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T18:06:14.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The SOUL of the Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I read with interest about the decline in the number of sex tourists visiting the island of Batam in the newspapers. It took a change in the Penal Code to bring about a change in the mindset of the people. A change that had a stiffer penalty-instilling a fear that caused a reaction. Isn't that how modern society operates? We don't see change as relevant, or morals as relevant UNLESS a penalty is imposed. It is sad isn't? When will we realize that values are not dependent on the extent of freedom given? Values are instristic and they form the DNA of our very belief system. We should not wait for a higher authority to exert force before we change. If our value system is morally right, then our conscience would alert us to the value judgement of our actions. As parents and adults, it is our responsibility to teach, to instruct the young in knowing and weighing the value systems adopted. We should be a sounding board; a mirror that reflects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-116401717482271696?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/116401717482271696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=116401717482271696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/116401717482271696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/116401717482271696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/11/soul-of-matter.html' title='The SOUL of the Matter'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-116236569318760461</id><published>2006-11-01T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T15:21:34.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRuiTS FroM tHe TreE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love walking down the supermarket aisle and see the fresh variety of fruits available. In a world of concrete, it's my way of getting in touch with nature! It's amazing at the variety of fruits available. Different shapes, sizes, colors-a real smogasbord. Aren't communities like that? A smogasbord of different personalities and traits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unfortunately we may feel dejected when the more popular 'fruits' get picked and we get left on the shelf. Yet we shouldn't. We shouldn't look at popularity as an indication of goodness. We get so caught up with the fruit, that we forget that without  the tree providing sustenance, we wouldn't be the fruits that we are! We derive our value from the tree of our origin. The values that are inculcated in us, infused in our lives from what we have learnt from our culture, our parents.  We are all uniquely special.  We carry that wherever we go and we shouldn't be afraid to allow that to exhibit itself and testify that we came from different trees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-116236569318760461?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/116236569318760461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=116236569318760461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/116236569318760461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/116236569318760461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/11/fruits-from-tree.html' title='FRuiTS FroM tHe TreE'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-116176014674401835</id><published>2006-10-25T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T15:09:06.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SiMpLe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Simple-does that word sound too complicated for you? In today's world, how do we keep it simple? Well, electronic wizardry has supposedly made life simple-has it? Even relationships have taken on a compilcated perspective. So has our work scope, with multi tasking as a buzz. Does being simple in today's society means aloofness? Naiviety? Being silly? or wisdom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think its a beautiful risk to be simple. The key to simplicity is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contentment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Living within your means and enjoying it. Don't compare yourself wth your neighbours; don't covet what they have-don't be jealous but be contented with the blessing you have. Simple as it may be, it is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blessing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thankful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, that you have something when compared to others who have nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-116176014674401835?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/116176014674401835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=116176014674401835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/116176014674401835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/116176014674401835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/10/simple.html' title='SiMpLe'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-116132873259131961</id><published>2006-10-20T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T15:18:52.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CrAcKs.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you seen the movie, World Trade Center?  It's a movie that took a lot of risks to do, considering the sentiments surrounding the terrorists attacks on civillians. What intrigued me about the movie was its sensitive portrayal of how everyday people came together across racial and religious lines to help and support each other. Simplifying the story doesn't do justice to the movie so it's best to view it if you haven't already. What is memorable to me about the movie is an episode where two firemen are trapped under rubble andin the midst of the smoke, the dust and debris, a tiny light filters through. Tiny as it might be, it is warm, it is reassuring, it gives hope. Life is like that isn't it? We have disturbing news, events around us; everything seems to be shrouded in gloom......yet all we need to seek is a crack of light....that is all we need for hope to come alive.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cracks aren't that bad after all, aren't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-116132873259131961?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/116132873259131961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=116132873259131961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/116132873259131961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/116132873259131961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/10/cracks.html' title='CrAcKs.....'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-115798236213474685</id><published>2006-09-11T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:46:02.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOO...BeHaVe!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I enjoyed watching the Austin Powers movies. Silly as they were, they were enjoyable to watch because Austin Powers never really behaved as a typical 'secret agent'. He wasn't the suave James Bond, or the macho Tom Cruise in the MI series. He was uncouth, enjoyed sexual puns and innuendos (well Mr Bond was a ladies man as well), a person you would least expect as a spy. Wait a minute! Doesn't that qualify him as the best candidate for the job? He doesn't fit the projected profile; it would be so easy for him to break into different circles and infilitrate and get darkest secrets. Why? Because he is so unconventional. We all have different perception of roles and responsibilities that go with them. Fitting the bill is a dilemma for many. But in the case of Austin Powers, he was someone who got the job done albeit unconventionally. Getting the job done, using our God-given talents and gifts. We should be looking for such people in job searches. Knowledge isn't the only important criteria. Passion for the job, passion to see it accomplished is just as important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SELAH  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-115798236213474685?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/115798236213474685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=115798236213474685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/115798236213474685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/115798236213474685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/09/oooobehave.html' title='OOOO...BeHaVe!!'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-115685492105477516</id><published>2006-08-29T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T20:35:21.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SiN ChOw</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Language.....we human beings have such a beautiful opportunity and advantage don't we? We have been given this gift- the ability to articulate a question, the ability to demand justice, the soft tender persuasion to speak peace into a troubled soul. Language.....we are so accustomed to signs, symbols and abbreviations in this hi-tech age that whizzes by that we can easily forget the ability to communicate...with words. Words can sting, or they can bring healing and hope. We must be good stewards of the language skills we have. I was in Vietnam recently and I had the opportunity to show my competency in learning basic phrases like sin chow (hello) or come ern (thank you). It created a bridge that opened up humanity and allowed us to touch. Isn't that what we should aspire to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-115685492105477516?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/115685492105477516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=115685492105477516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/115685492105477516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/115685492105477516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/08/sin-chow.html' title='SiN ChOw'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-115537951864501314</id><published>2006-08-12T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T18:45:18.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhAT DiD i Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's the question many people ask me when I see them as a counselor, "What did I do?" Quite often that question isn't a question that explores denial, but highlights misunderstanding. It's a misunderstanding of how they feel leading to inappropriate action. It's not something the client would want to do intentionally, but it's a slip up that leads the client to face the consequences. It's a good question; it allows the client to explore where he/she is at. Yet, it's also a plea to the accuser, or the counselor to allow &lt;strong&gt;GRACE&lt;/strong&gt; to flow. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GRACE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That word we seldom hear, or seldom practice in a world where it's increasingly becoming 'retribution orientated'. As a people helper, I can administer grace by allowing some breathing space for the client to find himself/herself. I can apply grace by looking at other options to seek restitution....rather than violence, or hatred or racism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRACE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How we need more of it now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-115537951864501314?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/115537951864501314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=115537951864501314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/115537951864501314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/115537951864501314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-did-i-do.html' title='WhAT DiD i Do?'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-115363052285605155</id><published>2006-07-23T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:55:22.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LovE mE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There she was looking in the mirror; a little petite girl, with long dark hair, a face that had a story of pain and despair etched on it. She was looking at her reflection and she was asking a question we all ask ourselves, "Who's going to love me for being me?" In today's society we have conditions set on love-either be pretty, or be brawny, or be intellectual, or be charming or be.......YOU? When will start accepting others for who they are? When will we look beyond the externals and look at their very being? To that girl looking in the mirror, my response would be, "Hey, I accept you for you.....I don't want you to be anyone else.....be real....be you.....thank you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-115363052285605155?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/115363052285605155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=115363052285605155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/115363052285605155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/115363052285605155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-me.html' title='LovE mE'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-115296179130745305</id><published>2006-07-15T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T19:09:51.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sPaCe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you know what the biggest contention in today's world is? If you said &lt;em&gt;money&lt;/em&gt;....some would agree, but i think not. &lt;em&gt;Peace?&lt;/em&gt; Well that's a strong contender...but i think not. &lt;em&gt;Happiness?&lt;/em&gt; many would want that..but i think not either? &lt;em&gt;Relationships?&lt;/em&gt; it may be true to a certain extent, but i think not...The biggest contention in today's world is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPACE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The room to grow, to develop, to stake a place for identities to grow. We all crave for space- a space to be still, a space for contemplation, a space of refuge. SPACE. Let's try to give each other space. Space for opinion, space for exceptance, space for identity. When we learn to respect each other's space, then we would find peace, happiness and our relationships will prosper. Money wouldn't be our focus, because we would be having so much fun enjoying our humanity and appreciating our differences....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-115296179130745305?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/115296179130745305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=115296179130745305' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/115296179130745305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/115296179130745305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/07/space.html' title='sPaCe'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-115078005273661205</id><published>2006-06-20T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T13:07:32.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM A MiRACLe</title><content type='html'>I'm a miracle......sometimes I ask myself 'Why?' Why did God make me a miracle?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Because HE CHOSE to.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I came out with a cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shrivelled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vunerable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt fingers curled around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt warmth in those fingers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a warmth transferred from the heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It coursed through my body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't feel shrivelled anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt full of hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was wet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but wet in the river of my mother's tears of joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naked i was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I felt protected in my mother's bosom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vunerable because I couldn't defend myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet I knew my mother would give her life for mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her fingerprints are all over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so are Yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You protect me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You cover me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You hide me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ian Poulier 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-115078005273661205?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/115078005273661205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=115078005273661205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/115078005273661205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/115078005273661205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-miracle.html' title='I AM A MiRACLe'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-115072901586598921</id><published>2006-06-19T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:56:55.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TwO HoUrS tO Go......</title><content type='html'>Birthdays........what do they mean to us? For some it's just another date on a calender.....a dreaded date for some! For others, it's a question of why we were put on this mound of earth.... its a not necessarily a query but sadly a profanity...&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a poem, trying to identify how a mum might feel at the impending moment of delivery. You may not identify with it, but certainly we can't disregard the important people mums are..and will always be.....if you haven't said thanks to your mum......do it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two hours to go…………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s more than two hours to go&lt;br /&gt;I feel excited and a little worried&lt;br /&gt;It’s natural to feel that way isn’t?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if I have been doing what’s right…..&lt;br /&gt;Have I been eating well?&lt;br /&gt;Have I thought of this Miracle inside of me?&lt;br /&gt;Have I been considerate?&lt;br /&gt;I know we want a family, but am I being a responsible mum-to-be?&lt;br /&gt;Is the job sufficient?&lt;br /&gt;Is the cash enough?&lt;br /&gt;Can I manage without help?&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute……..&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to be a mum!&lt;br /&gt;Me! A mum!&lt;br /&gt;How did I get to this point?&lt;br /&gt;Yes my husband loves me and vice-versa…..&lt;br /&gt;And this Miracle inside of me is our proof………&lt;br /&gt;Proof of............ another Miracle&lt;br /&gt;A Miracle that I was made to carry God’s creation……&lt;br /&gt;I am not just a person who has roles to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;Or person who has to be subjected to sexual innuendos…..&lt;br /&gt;I have been chosen to be a carrier of this Miracle&lt;br /&gt;I am a Miracle too!&lt;br /&gt;If I am a Miracle, then what is there too worry?&lt;br /&gt;The Miracle weaver who wove this miracle in me&lt;br /&gt;Has also equipped me to care,&lt;br /&gt;To nurture,&lt;br /&gt;To love&lt;br /&gt;To be the best mum I can ever be!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ian Poulier 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* dedicated to all the mums as I pondered on how my mum must have felt as she delivered me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SELAH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-115072901586598921?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/115072901586598921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=115072901586598921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/115072901586598921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/115072901586598921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/06/two-hours-to-go.html' title='TwO HoUrS tO Go......'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-114873137544316353</id><published>2006-05-27T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T20:02:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LooK Up....stAY HUmble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7895/1157/1600/sistine%20chapel.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7895/1157/320/sistine%20chapel.0.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that it was sculptor who painted the famed Sistine Chapel? Yes it was Michelangelo, but we don't really notice his painting skills do we? I know of his ability to take a lump of clay and transform it into a detailed sculpture that would be marvelled for eons. A painter? Isn't that for amateurs or novice artisans in the making? Yet the Sistine Chapel almost never became one of the greatest works of art if Michelangelo had stuck to just being a sculptor. He was challenged to paint, and mind you paint a ceiling! Who looks up there?! Yet he took the challenge and we have a masterpiece created. Sometimes we have to get out of our vocation and try something new....sometimes we need to humble ourselves and remember where we came from....and that speaks fluently as well.....&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-114873137544316353?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/114873137544316353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=114873137544316353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/114873137544316353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/114873137544316353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/05/look-upstay-humble.html' title='LooK Up....stAY HUmble'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-114708969430181178</id><published>2006-05-08T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:01:34.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A TRiP To oZ</title><content type='html'>i had the privilege to watch a production of the Wizard of Oz put up by my school. i was blown away at the collection of talent on the stage! the energy, the determination to see the whole musical become successful was awesome. yet the journey of Oz, is very much the journey of our lives as well; Dorothy meeting a lion without courage, a scarecrow without a brain, a timman without heart. we all need courage, wisdom and heart don't we? in today's world, we may want courage to stand away from the crowd, or heart to stand proud and aloof from the maddening crowd or wisdom to be noticed and adored-it's a very self-absorbed world. Yet Dorothy, found community, found that she was sharpened as much as she sharpened others on the yellow brick road. it's a journey we all need to also take....we need each other, standing together to find courage, wisdom and heart. wouldn't that be a wonderful world?&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-114708969430181178?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/114708969430181178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=114708969430181178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/114708969430181178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/114708969430181178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/05/trip-to-oz.html' title='A TRiP To oZ'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-114493712993140154</id><published>2006-04-13T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T22:05:29.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPe</title><content type='html'>When we think of Easter, we may think of bunnies, eggs and chocolates. Well that may be the trappings of Easter, but the real deal with Easter is that it's actually spelt H-O-P-E. H is for the &lt;strong&gt;hunger&lt;/strong&gt; in us all of us to see the truth being told, O stands for our position as &lt;strong&gt;ordinary&lt;/strong&gt;  people; we don't have to be of a certain calibre or type to be granted a chance. P is for the &lt;strong&gt;people&lt;/strong&gt; that we are, not what we have or do, but who we are....that is what counts, and E is for &lt;strong&gt;eternity&lt;/strong&gt;, where our future is in the making, starting today!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter y'all!&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-114493712993140154?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/114493712993140154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=114493712993140154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/114493712993140154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/114493712993140154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/04/hope.html' title='HOPe'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-114216461087153733</id><published>2006-03-12T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:56:50.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VITaMIN L</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do we need it? The debate ensues as drug companies urge people to buy their vitamins and those who are strong supporters of natural remedies say don't, because your daily intake of foods is sufficient. One wonders who is right or wrong. Yet in this debate on what vitamins we need, don't forget the soul.....it needs vitamins too! The best vitamin we can give our soul today is the Vitamin L. It's readily available, it's easily digested and cheap to produce. You mean you haven't heard of it yet? Where have you been? Maybe you have been absorbed in a world of controversy, a world of greed, a world of competitiveness that we forget about this all important vitamin. It's called Laughter, and don't we need it now more than ever! C'mon, let's belt out a laugh together.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SELAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-114216461087153733?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/114216461087153733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=114216461087153733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/114216461087153733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/114216461087153733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/03/vitamin-l.html' title='VITaMIN L'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-114052860828498175</id><published>2006-02-21T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:30:08.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REturn TO normaLITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Normal. &lt;/em&gt;Don't you hate that word? Maybe it's a word that is so hard for you to believe these days. Maybe the entire journey from home to office or school and back again isn't anything but normal! You switch on the TV and you see graphic images of abuse; you peek into the sports pages of your local newspaper and you see how sports has become a corrupted with misses and deals of dope addictions and money laundering, of business propositions and nothing about team work, team spirit or the game of fair play. You get into the car or take public transport and see selfishness raise it's ugly head, as we fight for seats, or deny seats to those who deserve it more....&lt;em&gt;Normal? &lt;/em&gt;Yet when we lose our humanity and our capacity to care for those around us, we become to what is to the world as being considered normal. Yet we have the power to change this expected normality to become extraordinary citizens of earth. Not to conform...but to transform!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SELAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-114052860828498175?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/114052860828498175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=114052860828498175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/114052860828498175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/114052860828498175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/02/return-to-normality.html' title='REturn TO normaLITY'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-114009018994958764</id><published>2006-02-16T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:43:09.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/51/9853/640/ian1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/51/9853/320/ian1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and the world smiles with you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-114009018994958764?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/114009018994958764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=114009018994958764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/114009018994958764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/114009018994958764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/02/smile-and-world-smiles-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-114008881315168493</id><published>2006-02-16T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:20:13.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUiLDiNG BRiDGES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How do we deal with today's generation?"; "They want things only their way!";"Their so demanding!" &lt;/em&gt;I hear these words ringing in my ear as a counselor. Parents, educators are the first to be at my door and demand answers to these pressing questions. Firstly, we need to stop segregating them as "today's generation" but be more understanding &amp; inclusive of their differences and nuances.  We need to understand their pressures, their demands, their limitations. "Wanting things their way" is probably the loudest perception that has been fed into their veins with the media surrounding them. The world of the adolescent is a wired for sound world, where rationality and understanding have been buzzed out by pressing needs and wants. We need to build bridges, not burn them.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SELAH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-114008881315168493?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/114008881315168493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=114008881315168493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/114008881315168493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/114008881315168493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/02/building-bridges.html' title='BUiLDiNG BRiDGES'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-113957896373601924</id><published>2006-02-10T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:42:43.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M IN love</title><content type='html'>I was watching the grammy's.......i was sticking my neck out to see those cool dudes, those divas of song, those rappers with the bling bling (no wonder they need shades) and then i saw her......she was sitting in her assigned seat, a new initiate into this business called music....there were many more professional singers sitting around her, but she stood out. She is Kelly Clarkson. You might be saying, "Oh no! another idol freak!" Not a freak, but an admirer of the someone who said in 2001 that she would love to sing at the grammy's and she did...but she just didn't sing...she won 2 grammy's! I am in love......with persistence, with dreams fulfilled. We need role models like her....if we could stick out our heads like that, we could see rainbows. We could sing at the grammy's.....ok maybe not, but we could win the applause of many for staying the course and seeing dreams materialize....o yah...she's a babe too!&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-113957896373601924?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/113957896373601924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=113957896373601924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113957896373601924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113957896373601924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;M IN love'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-113898130545073071</id><published>2006-02-03T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T23:41:45.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BEAUTY of COMMUNITY</title><content type='html'>Chinese communities around the world just celebrated their Lunar New Year. One of the highlights of the celebrations is the night before, when members of the families return to the ancestral home to celebrate as a family. I think it's a powerful metaphor of community; it's a wonderful reminder that inspite of our busy lives, our hurried lives, anxious to make businesses a success, as we become more competitive to stop and return to how it all started. When a husband and his bride chose to spend their lives together, to write a new chapter and start a legacy for future generations to follow. It was a decision that was filled with risks; no one told them how. It was a time to learn about each other, to accept faults and weaknesses and the challenges of turning them into strengths. It was a time of trial and also a time of joy, to see children develop into adults who accept their identities and find their calling in the game of Life....and to see the next generation being raised up. &lt;em&gt;The beauty of community&lt;/em&gt;....let's not forget it, even as we strive to be individualistic.....&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-113898130545073071?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/113898130545073071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=113898130545073071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113898130545073071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113898130545073071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/02/beauty-of-community.html' title='The BEAUTY of COMMUNITY'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-113837030509996467</id><published>2006-01-27T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:58:25.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WaG YouR TaiL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's the year of the dog....according to the zodiac cycle of the Lunar New Year. I'm not an ardent follower of the zodiac, but it's interesting to see what the characteristics of the animal represents and how people sum each other up accordingly. So if you're born in the dog year, you must be faithful;if you come under the horse sign, then you must be a hard worker. But what about those born under the zodiac sign of the snake and the pig?!! Doesn't say much about these people, doesn't it? Yet these people are probably the sweetest and loveliest people you would have met. It's more important to know the person and not to try and fit the sign to the person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SELAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-113837030509996467?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/113837030509996467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=113837030509996467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113837030509996467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113837030509996467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/01/wag-your-tail.html' title='WaG YouR TaiL'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-113698490946209138</id><published>2006-01-11T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:08:29.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BISCUITS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you like eating biscuits? Many people like Oreos, especially the ones with thick luscious chocolate or vanilla spread thickly in-between.Everything would be complete with a nice ice-cold glass of milk, wouldn't it? I like Marie or Digestives, where you can dunk them in your tea or coffee. Eating biscuits remind me of young days, when mum would be around, the biscuit tin would be out of reach, the milk would be ice-cold....it reminds me of intimacy, of a warm intimate setting of security......imagine that......just the mention of biscuits triggers all sort of things! We need triggers like this in our lives.....positive, wholesome triggers......triggers that warm the heart, triggers that remind us that hope still abounds, that love isn't a lost word or a misused word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SELAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-113698490946209138?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/113698490946209138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=113698490946209138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113698490946209138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113698490946209138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2006/01/biscuits.html' title='BISCUITS'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-113474322648267382</id><published>2005-12-16T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T22:27:06.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FeeLS to Be LoVEd</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;what does it feel to be loved?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I observed an interesting interaction with a father and his son. The father was concerned that the son wouldn't make it academically because he had wasted away his time with mindless distractions. The son sat in a corner and the father poured his heart to me. I was observing the son's reaction and it wasn't at all positive. He had that pout, that defensive stance of arms folded across his chest as his dad spoke. Then something happened. The dad turned to his son and said, "Do you know how it feels to be loved? When you react the way you do, I feel hurt!" I could see the dad was moved and I could see a shift in the son's disposition. I believe he had never heard those words from his dad before.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you told someone that they feel loved? Sometimes we get so absorbed in our own affairs we have little time to take into account the person next to us.&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-113474322648267382?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/113474322648267382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=113474322648267382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113474322648267382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113474322648267382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/12/feels-to-be-loved.html' title='FeeLS to Be LoVEd'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-113422202684115550</id><published>2005-12-10T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T21:40:26.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHaNGE</title><content type='html'>Change......it's a puzzling word isn't it? On the one hand, we want to see it take it's rightful place but yet we are so cautious about accepting it wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is POWERFUL. It has the ability to redefine paradigms, to redirect pathways, to realign lives. Yet it can also be used in a negative way. That is when change takes a self-centered approach, where no concern is given for the those affected, except the one instituting the change. That kind of change isn't helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need not only change that is POWERFUL but change that is POSITIVE. We need a change that betters the life around us, that enables the weak to rise, the humble to see their dreams come true. Let's make this season one of powerful positive change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-113422202684115550?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/113422202684115550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=113422202684115550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113422202684115550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113422202684115550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/12/change.html' title='CHaNGE'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-113369503024136325</id><published>2005-12-04T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:17:10.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PoP goes CuLTuRE</title><content type='html'>Pop Culture......it denotes what ticks for youths of today......what is hot for music, what cinema shows youth run to watch or what arcade games sell out best with youth. Pop culture gives us a peek into the mind of the young today. Some people think pop culture isn't worth considering...it's just fads and raves; that may be true, but so were bobby socks, Elvis and Sinatra or Banarama or Packman! Pop culture represents what attracts, what enthuses youth and we should use it as bridge to build, not a bridge to burn. It is a bridge into their culture, their world. As much as we want youth to respect the older generation, we need to build bridges into their world and understand them &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt;. When they see the attempt made, the the frustrated frowns will turn into smiles and the clenched fists will extend to a warm grasp of solidarity and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-113369503024136325?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/113369503024136325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=113369503024136325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113369503024136325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113369503024136325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/12/pop-goes-culture.html' title='PoP goes CuLTuRE'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-113292567600097396</id><published>2005-11-25T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T21:34:36.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HoW BrOaD ArE YoUr ShOuLdErS?</title><content type='html'>I was at a shopping centre and it was packed with kids and their parents-school holidays have descended upon us! It is the Christmas season and shopping centres are trying their level best to pack in the crowds to ring in the profits...it times like these that I enjoy watching the crowd; and indeed you can derive valuable lessons from what you see. Like there was this time when this really cute boy who was desperately trying to get a view of a performance on stage but he couldn't. His father was standing  away from him and this little boy ran to his dad and tugged at his dad's shirt...he wanted to see too! His dad smiled and hoisted the little fella up and his face just lit up with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us would 'pick up' our colleagues and allow them to enjoy the view we do? We would rather pick on them, dissuade them, ridicule them and leave them alone as we selfishly enjoy the view. We need more people to be hoisters; to offer assistance, a lending hand, an encouraging word. Are you volunteering? YES! I CAN SEE THE VIEW TOO! Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-113292567600097396?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/113292567600097396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=113292567600097396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113292567600097396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113292567600097396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-broad-are-your-shoulders.html' title='HoW BrOaD ArE YoUr ShOuLdErS?'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-113266396446514538</id><published>2005-11-22T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T20:52:44.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AttiTUDE of GratiTUDE</title><content type='html'>Thanks.......Thank you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do we really stop and ask ourselves if we have realised the power of these words? In a world of urgency, we seem to be in too much of a hurry to even stop and say thank you. &lt;br /&gt;Here's my thank you list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you to the foreign workers who tirelessly keep Singapore running smoothly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you to the teachers of our schools for turning dreams into realities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank you care workers in our hospitals, our family care centers for providing support&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to thank our defence and police for ensuring we are secure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to thank parents, grandparents for just being there when nobody seemed to care&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to thank YOU for being just .......YOU!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe you should wake up in the morning and make it a point to thank at least one person. Go on.....make that person's day....make your life count&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SELAH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-113266396446514538?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/113266396446514538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=113266396446514538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113266396446514538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113266396446514538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/11/attitude-of-gratitude.html' title='AttiTUDE of GratiTUDE'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-113215889761518883</id><published>2005-11-17T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T00:34:57.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEX ED 101</title><content type='html'>SEX....Yes, that word has power...&lt;br /&gt;Power to drive men to the brink of unfulfilled desire and drink from the barrel of supressedlust&lt;br /&gt;Power to lure virgin women away from rationality to explore these unfulfilled desires&lt;br /&gt;Power to break up families that had developed bonds of trust&lt;br /&gt;Power to cause confusion among the young, rushing them to grow up after a night of delirious passion&lt;br /&gt;Power to corrupt.......&lt;br /&gt;YET&lt;br /&gt;Power to speak in action, not just words&lt;br /&gt;Power to reconcile lives that have been torn apart from mistakes of the past&lt;br /&gt;Power to rebuild and reaffirm the word 'family'&lt;br /&gt;Power to believe in oneself again&lt;br /&gt;It's how we use it....whether we want to be good stewards or if we want to be irresponsible and be self-centerd....it's our choice.....but it also determines the destiny of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-113215889761518883?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/113215889761518883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=113215889761518883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113215889761518883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113215889761518883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/11/sex-ed-101.html' title='SEX ED 101'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-113102436516801259</id><published>2005-11-03T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T21:26:05.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What PEOPLE want REALLY</title><content type='html'>I was watching with keen interest the two shows on CNA, "What Women Want.... Really" and "What Men Want..... Really" and I switched off the TV and scratched my head and asked this nagging question: "What do People Want......Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they looking for the 7 deadly sins? Are they really looking for the cutest bachelors? Or are they just wanting to escape from reality and delve into fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people really want? I believe people are looking for 2 cardinal things in life: SECURITY and ACCEPTANCE. Both points interface to give a person a sense of belonging and hope for the journey ahead. We should have TV shows that promote these two cardinal points. TV is a powerful medium that can either hurt or enhance our lives. &lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-113102436516801259?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/113102436516801259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=113102436516801259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113102436516801259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113102436516801259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-people-want-really.html' title='What PEOPLE want REALLY'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-113058847926418621</id><published>2005-10-29T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T20:21:19.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iCOns</title><content type='html'>If you had the chance to choose an icon, what would you choose for yourself? An icon is a symbol that would best represent who we are. Some famous icons are political icons and religious icons. In marriage, the wedding ring is a powerful icon that symbolises continuity, completeness. What would I choose? Maybe a large ear, because it would reflect what I do on a regular basis....listen as a counselor. Maybe you would differentiate different icons for different segments of your life. Icons are simple yet powerful symbols we can use to remind us, to challenge us, to slow us down. What would you use for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-113058847926418621?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/113058847926418621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=113058847926418621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113058847926418621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/113058847926418621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/10/icons.html' title='iCOns'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-112962138654820773</id><published>2005-10-18T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T15:43:06.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThRu' ThE LeNs....</title><content type='html'>Cameras......im a klutz when it comes to cameras.........I guess the simpler they are the better for me. Yet, cameras are supposed to be 'idiot proof' these days...nice label don't you think? THere are 2 schools of thought....should the camera be made for the consumer or should the camera challenge the ability of the consumer? It's a tough question, but it has to be a balanced perspective. If I can utilize my camera and all its functions, I become a genius and a master of my apparatus. If I choose to not want to learn, and keep saying to myself, "You can't take good pictures", then I would never fully know the value of my apparatus. It's not a camera......its a tool. We are the users of this tool....we need to be responsible and knowledgable in using it.....So next time you see a camera, ask yourself....taking pictures or making masterpieces?&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-112962138654820773?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/112962138654820773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=112962138654820773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112962138654820773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112962138654820773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/10/thru-lens.html' title='ThRu&apos; ThE LeNs....'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-112956729502265686</id><published>2005-10-18T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T00:41:35.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThE BiG PiCtUrE</title><content type='html'>I love visiting Australia for many reasons...the food, the people, the scenery...YES! of course the scenery!! Who can forget the 12 Apostles or the beautiful Daintree forest or the majestic Uluru at its gloriest center? Yet, don't you hate those postcard shots of such famous places? They seem so limited in telling the story of granduer that Creation explodes before our eyes...I guess cameras can only capture a limited slice of grandeur.....but remember, its not the cameras but the person who takes the shots that we should address. How about using a wide angle lens? You get a better perspective, you get a sense of size, of position....you do justice to the picture taken. Isn't life like a camera shot? We may be amateurs, not professionals, but we shouldn't hone in on the small slice....let's get the big picture into perspective and enjoy or understand the event in its proper position. It may take a little effort, but its worth the picture......&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-112956729502265686?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/112956729502265686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=112956729502265686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112956729502265686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112956729502265686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/10/big-picture.html' title='ThE BiG PiCtUrE'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-112852214332603015</id><published>2005-10-05T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:22:23.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU CAN ONLY SEE THE VIEW IF YOU CLIMB</title><content type='html'>Have you been to the Equinox at Raffles City? What a view...what an elevator too! Climbing isn't my cup of tea. Those of you who know me would know that I like to test technology and it's claims...especially elevators and escalators! Nonetheless, climbing isn't avoidable. Life is like that isn't it? We want slopes that lead down, because it's easy; but we cannot avoid the steeps that take effort and sweat. We sometimes don't climb because our level of expectation isn't there. We become contended with mediocre or we just don't feel confident that we can climb higher. The view will always be nicer the higher we climb. Point here is this: &lt;em&gt;we need to put into action our thoughts&lt;/em&gt;. We need to put effort in what we say. Yet the effort results in a rich reward.....the view! Aim for that......yes?&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-112852214332603015?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/112852214332603015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=112852214332603015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112852214332603015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112852214332603015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-can-only-see-view-if-you-climb.html' title='YOU CAN ONLY SEE THE VIEW IF YOU CLIMB'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-112796368635233935</id><published>2005-09-29T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T11:14:46.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELIEF YOURSELF</title><content type='html'>THe bathroom......some people call it their palce of solace; some people call it their place of refuge and solitude, where they can gather their thoughts. Functionally, its a place of relief! It may sound a little squirmy talking about the bathroom so openly, but its a noted fact-we need quiet places to relieve (sic) ourselves. We need to purge (pun intended) our lives regularly to get rid of the clutter of emotions and thoughts that may prevent us from thinking clearly. How often do you do that? The last thing we need is a constipated mind that isn't productive.......&lt;br /&gt;Time to flush!!&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-112796368635233935?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/112796368635233935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=112796368635233935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112796368635233935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112796368635233935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/09/relief-yourself.html' title='RELIEF YOURSELF'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-112773253917401016</id><published>2005-09-26T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T19:02:19.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Messes into Messages</title><content type='html'>How do you feel about messes? Stupid question you may ask? Yet, its a pertinent question. How do we deal with messes? Most of us react to messes. When we encounter a mess, we get emotional, we react and explode. We don't have time to think, because we are thinking of how we are misrepresented, or misinterpreted in the mess. Its a ME-centred approach. That's why its a pertinent question. Society needs to move away from being ME centred to being US centred. When we start taking into consideration those around us and how they may inadvertently be hurt, then we would be more cautious in our processes and its outcomes. That's the message we need to convey. OTHERS DO MATTER, not just YOU!&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-112773253917401016?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/112773253917401016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=112773253917401016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112773253917401016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112773253917401016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/09/turning-messes-into-messages.html' title='Turning Messes into Messages'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-112745795286412469</id><published>2005-09-23T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T14:45:52.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aLiVE adMidsT StOrMs</title><content type='html'>We have been hearing alot about weather differences lately. It's seems so difficult to accurately predict the wrath of a hurricane, the damage it can do. We seem to be at the mercy of the forces of Nature. Nature seems to have taken an angry tone. Yet there are lessons we can always learn from these instances:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;We cannot predict, but we can be prepared. &lt;/em&gt;That means we need to be proactive rather than reactive&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;We need to learn to be cooperative rather than stand alone. &lt;/em&gt;Now isn't the time for us to be self-centerd; when disasters come, EVERYONE, in some way or another is affected. Helping each other makes the day seem brighter.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;As always, we learn from our mistakes. &lt;/em&gt;We aren't perfect, but we can learn from our mistakes and be better equipped for the future.&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-112745795286412469?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/112745795286412469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=112745795286412469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112745795286412469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112745795286412469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/09/alive-admidst-storms.html' title='aLiVE adMidsT StOrMs'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-112660066790842544</id><published>2005-09-13T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T16:37:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BloGGers ethics</title><content type='html'>Bloggers beware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a subject all bloggers were engrossed in; rascist remarks on the Net. "Why?"; "How dare they?" would be most people's response. Some may argue that its freedom of speech here that's been impinged upon. What's our response? It's important to remember that though the blogger is writing in a private capacity, he is using public space. It's a question of sensitivity and responsibility. Surely you would like to enjoy your picnic in the park, but you are also to keep in mind that its a public space where others can use. In our self-absorbed society, we forget the need to remember the implications involved in our actions. We need to have a big picture perspective...always.&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-112660066790842544?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/112660066790842544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=112660066790842544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112660066790842544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112660066790842544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/09/bloggers-ethics.html' title='BloGGers ethics'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-112566455684915851</id><published>2005-09-02T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T20:35:56.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superSTAR</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last blogged....but here I am.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surge of energy created by Channel U's runaway success, &lt;em&gt;Project Superstar &lt;/em&gt;has got me wondering about how we view people these days...do labels maketh the man? Sadly, it seems to be the view of many that just because you may not dance or because you are disabled or disadvantaged or handicapped in some way, you won't fit the brand 'superstar'. On the contrary, what makes a superstar is someone who manages to smile and make himself/herself fit into normality of life, in spite of difficulties or circumstances faced. They deserve to be lauded as Superstars...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kelvin and you deserve it....shine on for the rest of us to follow&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-112566455684915851?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/112566455684915851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=112566455684915851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112566455684915851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112566455684915851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/09/superstar.html' title='superSTAR'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-112385577874173473</id><published>2005-08-12T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T22:09:38.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STiLL small VOICE</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last blogged. Did i have withdrawl symptoms? You bet! I don't know how many people actually stop and read what I share, but i felt really irresponsible for not doing my duty of writing this blog....even if it is totally voluntary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange isn't it? This thing we call conscience. We wish for more of people in society to have a conscience of ownership, of responsibility, of justice. Imagine if we all set our consciences to high alert; this world would probably see a decline in vices and an increase in honesty, and integrity. Yet a conscience is only as good as how one uses it. If we choose to compromise and be complacent, it's voice is silenced.....&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-112385577874173473?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/112385577874173473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=112385577874173473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112385577874173473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112385577874173473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/08/still-small-voice.html' title='STiLL small VOICE'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13252430.post-112290615729796018</id><published>2005-08-01T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:22:37.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Black Book</title><content type='html'>Black Books. You know, the ones where darkest secrets are written.....real 'tell-me-all" stories are found? Ones that you keep hidden in the deepest drawer so no one can see? We all have one, physically or metaphorically speaking. Some of us actually keep such a book, others, keep a drawer in our mind all locked up with a huge NO TRESSPASSING sign firmly displayed. Really, what we write in there doesn't quite help...it binds the secret to us...we and the secret become one. When we are so intertwined, the secret can become our reality. that's powerful but dangerous. Be careful what you put in your little black book...its black for a reason... or rather it should be red.....yes?&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-112290615729796018?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/112290615729796018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=112290615729796018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112290615729796018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112290615729796018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/08/little-black-book.html' title='L&lt;strong&gt;ittle Black Book&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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-13252430.post-112237731001865932</id><published>2005-07-26T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T19:28:30.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why BLoG?</title><content type='html'>I guess now is a good time as any to pose this question. Bloggers have been in the news lately, with not so good reviews. Blogging is like an online diary, where we pen our thoughts and share ideas. The danger of it being online poses ethical and moral dilemmas for us all. We have to be sensitive in what we say, conduct ourselves in an appropriate manner, so as not to offend anyone. Yet, the realist will argue that we aren't allowed to be ourselves, expressing how we really feel. There is truth in that, but there is also a need for us to remember responsibility needs to be taken seriously too. That's the reason why my blog is generic...it deals with motivation and inspiration through a reflective process from a counseling perspective. If it helps, I'm happy. If it makes you think, I ponder with you. If it changes your perspective positively, I smile.&lt;br /&gt;SELAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13252430-112237731001865932?l=wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/feeds/112237731001865932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13252430&amp;postID=112237731001865932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112237731001865932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13252430/posts/default/112237731001865932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wwwheartstopianconnect.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-blog.html' title='Why BLoG?'/><author><name>ian poulier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12917299613472945172</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></feed>
