<?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-3805249061525435286</id><updated>2011-07-29T13:37:21.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One team, One family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>e448</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906794544555851435</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805249061525435286.post-1551120341566906547</id><published>2009-08-10T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:47:42.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for a lost loved one..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6lDj2PiaKQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6lDj2PiaKQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She starts the workdays with the same old line&lt;br /&gt;I’m off to heaven and I’m seeing u tonight&lt;br /&gt;Watch the car pull out the drive&lt;br /&gt;Never imagine, never once crossed my mind&lt;br /&gt;It was the last time I would ever see your face&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll always remember how she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m off to heaven&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll see u tonight&lt;br /&gt;I daydream about u&lt;br /&gt;And that’s how I spend my time&lt;br /&gt;When I’m away&lt;br /&gt;But it’s only for awhile&lt;br /&gt;I’m off to heaven&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll see you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world around me seem to crumble that day&lt;br /&gt;When I got the call &lt;br /&gt;She passed away&lt;br /&gt;She’s far away now&lt;br /&gt;In a brand new place&lt;br /&gt;With each passing moment&lt;br /&gt;I can almost hear her say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m off to heaven&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll see u tonight&lt;br /&gt;I daydream about u&lt;br /&gt;That’s how I spend my time&lt;br /&gt;When I’m away&lt;br /&gt;But it’s only for awhile&lt;br /&gt;I’m off to heaven&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll see u tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m off to heaven&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll see u tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know rene told me to write about how we're growing up and all that, but i guess i'll postpone it to a later date since i found something i wanna share about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a song written by kevin skinner for his grandma when she passed away. listening to the song, it makes me tear as it is so pure and genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many a times, we are surrounded by people whom we do cherish enough. and most of the time, we are spending more time with people we are not really close with than those that are close to your heart. some of us, loathe the time we spend with our families, though we do not know it. we find that we are better off using that time to do other things like using the computer, school work or even working outside, anything but just not spending time with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the is no reason. the only possible explanation is that we do not think that they will leave us anytime soon. Just like the song goes, "never imagined, never once crossed my mind". It never occurs to us that one day, the people around us will one by one disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma passed away at one of my most trying times. for me, it was more of a additional hurt rather than a fresh one, and it does not help that in recent years, i have spoken to my grandma only for a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the one who fed me when i'm young, played with me, protected me. but over the years, the adolescent child pushed her further and further away. and every time i want to close that gap, i have nothing to say to her, at most just the basic few questions. i'm ashamed to have done so, to have caused such a thing to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back, i remember of the many times my parents would tell me how happy my grandma would be to see me. to see that young child she raised since young. but until when she was unable to speak much, then i began to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night, just before her death, while she was unconscious, i told her of the problems i was going through. the things that were slowly eating me up. she was the first person i actually confided in. but what's the point? it was all too late already. i reached home in the wee hours of the morning, unable to sleep, i sat on my bed. before long, a phone call came with the news that shes gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a brief moment, i just did not care about anything else, despite all the hurt and pain i'm going through. i cried to numb the feeling of helplessness in my heart. i just want to run away from everything and be gone. when the tears dried itself, i slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this wound, has since became a scar. painless upon touch. but yet it serves as a living memory not to neglect the people close to me. for those who still has that wound that hurts, know that it wont go away, but keeping it fresh wont help either. letting it go does not mean it will take away the memories as well, but it definitely will heal that gash in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805249061525435286-1551120341566906547?l=e448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/feeds/1551120341566906547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805249061525435286&amp;postID=1551120341566906547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/1551120341566906547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/1551120341566906547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-starts-workdays-with-same-old-line.html' title='for a lost loved one..'/><author><name>e448</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906794544555851435</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-3805249061525435286.post-7368699551476061138</id><published>2009-07-26T13:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:47:23.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted&lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracks, now I'm trying to get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the cool done run out I'll be giving it my bestest&lt;br /&gt;And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and then you're free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment people, dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;We're just one big family&lt;br /&gt;And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to complicate, our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-d-do do you, but do you, d-d-do&lt;br /&gt;But do you want to come on&lt;br /&gt;Scooch on over closer dear&lt;br /&gt;And I will nibble your ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;br /&gt;But my breath fogged up the glass&lt;br /&gt;And so I drew a new face and I laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I be saying is there ain't no better reason&lt;br /&gt;To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;It's what we aim to do, our name is our virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I won't hesitate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Open up your mind and see like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No more, no more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Open up your plans and man you're free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It cannot wait, I'm sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So please don't, please don't, please don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There's no need to complicate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Our time is short)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'Cause our time is short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is our fate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;This is, this is, this is our fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we tend to clog our lives with so much unnecessary trash and junk that we fail to realize the simplicities of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about looking back and thinking, when was the last time u had a real good time, enjoying yourself and not worrying about the many troubles that bog u down in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said to place our burdens on Him, to exchange our yoke with His, as His is easy and light. Why? I tend to believe that it is because He knows how much it would trouble us if we do not do it. If only we can literally cut open our minds and dissect whatever we are thinking right now. How many things that are not suppose to be there, and that we can just pick them out and throw them away like thrash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not about escaping from your problems, neither is it to run away from responsibility, but rather, its simplifying a complex problem, your complex problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don always think that you have to have a complex solution for a complex problem. take it slow and simple; be the tortoise that wins the race and not the hare that regrets his hasty actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give yourself a break sometimes, have a kit kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a step back, look into the big picture. You might be that one speck of sand in the universe that God has placed you in, but if you look it from God's eyes, you are that one sand that adds up to make that wonderful beach He has placed you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're His, and He's yours, its just that simple. Don complex things by adding other stuff into the equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open up your minds, think like Him and find the simple solutions to your complex problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get your attitude on life right, make it pleasant and light, not draggy and heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos our time on earth is real short. but you gotta make it count. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;YJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805249061525435286-7368699551476061138?l=e448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/feeds/7368699551476061138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805249061525435286&amp;postID=7368699551476061138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/7368699551476061138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/7368699551476061138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-yours.html' title='I&apos;m yours.'/><author><name>e448</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906794544555851435</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-3805249061525435286.post-6765031121045366418</id><published>2009-06-28T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:52:34.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SkZcFba6MqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QHdHmi24ZlE/s1600-h/Image014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SkZcFba6MqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QHdHmi24ZlE/s320/Image014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Captain Pok turn to one more year younger...haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more pics to come frm sherrill or serene...hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805249061525435286-6765031121045366418?l=e448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/feeds/6765031121045366418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805249061525435286&amp;postID=6765031121045366418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/6765031121045366418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/6765031121045366418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-day.html' title='Big Day'/><author><name>e448</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906794544555851435</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/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SkZcFba6MqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QHdHmi24ZlE/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805249061525435286.post-7098437361827135340</id><published>2009-06-25T02:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:50:31.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hi ALL,&lt;br /&gt;it's have been long that this blog been updated but let me (ahli aka ruth) update you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Victor and Joel have enter into the ARMY and AIR FORCE on 22th June!!! A step to become A MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SkZbb24WV9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/M6Huxt5eacg/s1600-h/Image122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SkZbb24WV9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/M6Huxt5eacg/s320/Image122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xiang, joseph, and VICTOR!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SkZbfJX5zJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GxK2a99WTUQ/s1600-h/Image124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SkZbfJX5zJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GxK2a99WTUQ/s320/Image124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Victor and His Parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SkZblcKPjLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/43m2AIjuCkY/s1600-h/Image125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SkZblcKPjLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/43m2AIjuCkY/s320/Image125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha...tina, xiang, victor and Joseph&lt;/div&gt;Alan also gone to BRUNEI for 2 and half weeks and comin back on 29th June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway July have a lot of things coming up! Below are all the events:&lt;br /&gt;1. Decentralised Service&lt;br /&gt;2. Service with Dr AR Bernard (12th &amp;amp; 13th July)&lt;br /&gt;3. 365 prayer meeting&lt;br /&gt;4. Overnight prayer meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let prepare for greater breakthrough coming!!!&lt;br /&gt;C you all on tomorrow for the last lesson of SOS!&lt;br /&gt;Nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ruth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805249061525435286-7098437361827135340?l=e448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/feeds/7098437361827135340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805249061525435286&amp;postID=7098437361827135340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/7098437361827135340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/7098437361827135340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>e448</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906794544555851435</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/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SkZbb24WV9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/M6Huxt5eacg/s72-c/Image122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805249061525435286.post-5962333764503879121</id><published>2009-04-28T14:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:36:29.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi! Joel here to update the blog. Since its so dead, goona update about last 2 wk's outing at Pastamania. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First of all, I wanna thank Jerry(&lt;strong&gt;BRO&lt;/strong&gt;) and Shathan(&lt;strong&gt;BRO&lt;/strong&gt;) for making the effort to come down.Hope you all had lots of fun n laugher in the mdist of it.Rest Assured, we are going to have more and more fun stuffs going on and you all are welcome to join us back again!&lt;strong&gt;We are a team&lt;/strong&gt;! Everyone had lots of fun, but to me I was busy eating because I was so hungry after my training -.-. I'm sure everyone had lots of fun all else they are enjoying their meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alrigty, next was the soccer tournament last sunday at fico. It was okay. Though did not qualify but managed to finish 2nd in the group table because only the top team goes to the final. First match lost 2-1, second match won 3-1. I wanna take this chance to thank the supporters that came down to support and giving us your moral support.Thanks for all the friends and Cg that came down to support us too. =) Without you all, it will have been much tougher. Thanks alot guys and gals. Below are the random pictures that we took. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Team&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lightning(Below)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329637431222952322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SfatAY2rYYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xoIydNFq3r8/s320/lightning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329637431219832546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SfatAY17xuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/G_Xd_zgA7Y0/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329636768775118194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SfasZ1CznXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/44ywXlpDQTc/s320/DSC03247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Trio!! "Joel, James Ah Lei"(Below)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329636766277665170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SfasZrvXgZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u7f6vYpeaH8/s320/DSC03246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329636761968983058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SfasZbsGPBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MzYywb3i6cU/s320/DSC03243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329636756192529282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SfasZGK4i4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/9dYML8-bqjY/s320/3210_84774922726_580327726_2230541_1066464_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Team Ligntning(Below)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329635951684946994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SfarqRJVDDI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZC3HU9bm7E0/s320/3210_84774902726_580327726_2230537_2560991_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329635958153204418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SfarqpPe0sI/AAAAAAAAADo/nVNUsqi8mCs/s320/3210_84774907726_580327726_2230538_917057_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329635955268082962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SfarqefnXRI/AAAAAAAAADY/kP0oVlFpirg/s320/3210_84774897726_580327726_2230536_5890240_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329635943177492370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/Sfarpxc_l5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/HbIJlX83aqY/s320/3210_84774892726_580327726_2230535_1123954_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329635946662739138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/Sfarp-b8PMI/AAAAAAAAADI/pWSjMRzyGbk/s320/3210_84774887726_580327726_2230534_4156842_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329635167268029730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/Sfaq8m9wxSI/AAAAAAAAACo/HK1jL8BpCuk/s320/3210_84774127726_580327726_2230524_7645043_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329635173306712818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; 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LOL... But i pray that when she's at Taiwan, pray for protective, health blessing, and good weather, pray that she wont fall sick due to the air condition, and she have the chance to visit new life church... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope she'll have a great time in Taiwan... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tina :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/Sc0HghIQ8xI/AAAAAAAAACI/dvhCkvjRf1k/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/Sc0GS-XiQqI/AAAAAAAAABw/LODl-rOCtag/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317913658043548322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/Sc0GrahKEgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WlSsN7fOkPQ/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317914077916959234" style="float: left; 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text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3805249061525435286-192070451726334567?l=e448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/feeds/192070451726334567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805249061525435286&amp;postID=192070451726334567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/192070451726334567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/192070451726334567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/2009/03/e448-ladies-night-haha.html' title='E448 ladies night.. haha^^'/><author><name>e448</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906794544555851435</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/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/Sc0GS-XiQqI/AAAAAAAAABw/LODl-rOCtag/s72-c/IMG_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805249061525435286.post-1693932330060040936</id><published>2009-03-26T10:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:53:45.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The God we know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s138.photobucket.com/albums/q245/rokryn/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TheGodIknow.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 421px;" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q245/rokryn/TheGodIknow.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Easter is coming up really soon!&lt;br /&gt;Wow, guys! Easter 2009 is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this isn't the time to pass around little coloured eggs and dress in bunny costumes or have those little Easter Egg hunts, it's the Resurrection of Christ. &amp;amp; times like these, I really wondered how the little bunnies can get into the picture. Let's see if this equation works out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christ + Cross = Celebration of Bunnies???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;Coming to 2009 years ago, a man named Jesus Christ was crucified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you understand how severe is "crucification?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause of death:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The length of time required to reach death could range from a matter of hours to a number of days, depending on exact methods, the health of the crucified person and environmental circumstances. Death could result from any combination of causes, including blood loss, hypovolemic shock, or sepsis following infection, caused by the scourging that preceded the crucifixion, or by the process of being nailed itself, or eventual dehydration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A theory attributed to Pierre Barbet holds that, when the whole body weight was supported by the stretched arms, the typical cause of death was asphyxiation. He conjectured that the condemned would have severe difficulty inhaling, due to hyper-expansion of the chest muscles and lungs. The condemned would therefore have to draw himself up by his arms, leading to exhaustion, or have his feet supported by tying or by a wood block. Indeed, Roman executioners could be asked to break the condemned's legs, after he had hung for some time, in order to hasten his death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once deprived of support and unable to lift himself, the condemned would die within a few minutes. Experiments by Frederick Zugibe have, however, revealed that, when suspended with arms at 60° to 70° from the vertical, test subjects had no difficulty breathing, only rapidly-increasing discomfort and pain. This would correspond to the Roman use of crucifixion as a prolonged, agonizing, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;humiliating death&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Legs were often broken to hasten death through severe traumatic shock and fat embolism. Crucifixion on a single pole with no transom, with hands affixed over one's head, would precipitate rapid asphyxiation if no block was provided to stand on, or once the legs were broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine that..&lt;br /&gt;We mind even to get slapped out of love and sacrifice for our friends, but Jesus went through all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like YongJing's previous post about the galaxy and how God still loved us even though we're like micro-molecules compared to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People worship because they believe in something, they know who they are worshipping, and they know what is the consequence of worshipping. Do you know what kind of God you worship? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not inviting our friends just because we are told to do so, but however, we are pushing for it because we want you to try, to taste the burden, to feel the harvest. We don't force, we encourage. We don't condemn you if you didn't bring any friends. We still love you. But we want to see us grow. Growth is important.&lt;br /&gt;Let's us this illustration to better understand the point of growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 1:&lt;br /&gt;When you were 5, $2 was all you needed daily at most.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10, you can't survive on $2.&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15, you need $5 at least.&lt;br /&gt;When you were/are 20, you need $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on and so forth.. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 2:&lt;br /&gt;If a company pays you double every day, starting from 10 cents on the first day and work for 23 working days, you'll be a millionaire. Pastor Tan demonstrated this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you do the multiplication...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day - $0.10&lt;br /&gt;2nd day - $0.20&lt;br /&gt;3rd day - $0.40&lt;br /&gt;4th day - $0.80&lt;br /&gt;5th day - $1.60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just continue and you'll see. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So "Pushers", don't push and stress them so hard until they freak out.&lt;br /&gt;"Pushees", don't freak out when pushed, instead run in the direction of the push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly thought about the movie "Push".. Rather random though.. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Derek Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http: com="" albums="" q245="" rokryn="" jpg=""&gt;&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805249061525435286-1693932330060040936?l=e448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/feeds/1693932330060040936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805249061525435286&amp;postID=1693932330060040936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/1693932330060040936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/1693932330060040936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-we-know.html' title='The God we know'/><author><name>e448</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906794544555851435</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-3805249061525435286.post-3440273510372851363</id><published>2009-03-23T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:48:31.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hihi!I want to write something,but not sure what to write!Hehe!:D!So i just stop here!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805249061525435286-3440273510372851363?l=e448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/feeds/3440273510372851363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805249061525435286&amp;postID=3440273510372851363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/3440273510372851363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/3440273510372851363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/2009/03/hihii-want-to-write-somethingbut-not.html' title=''/><author><name>e448</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906794544555851435</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-3805249061525435286.post-1034916549588979283</id><published>2009-03-23T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:53:26.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has finally been revived!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Yong Jing for the ID &amp;amp; password, and Patrick for asking from Yong Jing the ID &amp;amp; password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to talk about comments or outings or anything related for that matter, I'll leave that to dear Patrick. He's been working hard, and I'm sure most of you are. So appreciate each other and stand for each other yea? Keep up the fight of faith and strength! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is rather old, yes, but it can capture what other things cannot - memories, just as Patrick said. ( Oh no, I mentioned Patrick's name too many times... People might wonder why.. :x ) Nahh, just kidding. Patrick is the email mass sender. Better than UPS and DHL in sending stuff, and he's better than those automated mail receiver/sender. No offence dude. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, I believe that this blog can also let us share our thoughts and views to each other regardless of distance. As long as there's something called Wi-Fi &amp;amp; internet, we are not limited! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sharing something here again another day. Because for now, my superiors are breathing down my back, staring at me for writing this instead of the email responses........ Oops.. So ...... I'll be back real soon.. Smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and some thing I would like to announce is that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with HanTing! ( Oops, did that slip out too easily? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Derek, E448&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805249061525435286-1034916549588979283?l=e448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/feeds/1034916549588979283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805249061525435286&amp;postID=1034916549588979283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/1034916549588979283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/1034916549588979283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-guys-this-blog-has-finally-been.html' title=''/><author><name>e448</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906794544555851435</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-3805249061525435286.post-4094526099861134807</id><published>2008-08-04T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:38:39.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys outing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As Joel and I excited his house and proceeded on to Yio Chu Kang CC, we started to contact the guys that are coming to ask where they are. Eventually, Peter and WQ are late!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of waiting for them, Joel and I decided to start our warm-up first, while Victor guided Weixiang from YCK mrt station. The place was empty and despite being enclosed, it was not as hot as we expected. Before long, we exchanged a couple of rallies but no one has reached yet. =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to tired ourselves before the others reach, joel and i decided to take a breather and wait for them to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years gone past, and finally everyone was here! we started to split ourselves into different groups, singles and doubles respectively and started the badminton frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they say, time passes real fast when you are enjoying yourselves, and after losts of Joel picking up of the shuttlecock (&gt;.&lt;), we decided to take a short breather before continuing. Thanks to Joel, we have the luxury of having some chrysanthemum tea for drinks. "Woosh, Smack!" we continued playing and had fun. Unfortunately or fortunately, we were not able to see WeiQiang's self-admitted teammate hitting shot. According to him, he has hit two people in his entire badminton playing life. Precisely why Joel avoided teaming up with him. Well, that was not all, we realised how much stamina Peter had!! He stayed on the court for so so so so so so long. Joel keep asking, "Peter, u still can play ah?". Apparently, Peter held on all the way to the last moment before we starting to pack up and go. Things learnt from this badminton outing: 1. Joel like to hit high ball and get smashed &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we still headed to the same place cos we were tired and hungry so we just wanted to eat anything. Just as Weixiang pointed out, the choices were indeed limited. T.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked for chicken and porridge based soup, the latter tasted great at the start but terrible towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feast then started but a few things happened now and then. We found out Joel has never steamboated beef before.. T.T. He took the entire portion of beef and threw it into the soup and stirred.. -.-.. Weixiang and I screamed at him, explaining of how beef is cooked in 5 secs and he din believe. -.-.. Thank God we managed to salvage most of the beef without them turning out into tough beef steaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corn tasted fabulous, so was the "tau kee". On went the feast, and we 4 talked and had good dicussions on several topics, one being when would serene get attached. erhem. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we went our seperate ways. That marked the end of our guys outing. Next up, Durian outing! =D stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Jing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805249061525435286-4094526099861134807?l=e448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/feeds/4094526099861134807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805249061525435286&amp;postID=4094526099861134807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/4094526099861134807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/4094526099861134807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/2008/08/guys-outing.html' title='Guys outing..'/><author><name>e448</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906794544555851435</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-3805249061525435286.post-705907485998569062</id><published>2008-07-20T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:08.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Coast..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Brrrr, brrrr; Brrr, brrr." Opens eye, looks at phone, reads *1 unread message*, clicks phone to open message, reads *R u getting breakfast at bedok*, reads *sender - Peifen*, yawns and closed eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That was how i started my day on the 19th of July. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After an exchange of smses, Peifen replied, "meet 845am at woodlands interchange," at 8.12am. I then realised i am still in bed. =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In a blink of an eye, i was at woodlands interchange at 845, a miracle. Don worry, i did brush my teeth, wash up and bathe and all that. Soon, peifen, hanting and me were on 168 on our way to bedok interchange all the while having the thought at the back of our minds that we were going to be late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the end, we were! by a mere few minutes only. Then we bought carrot cake before meeting up with the rest and off we were to east coast park for our cell group outing! Joel being the OIC was there to gather everyone and bring us to our desired location, ECP! The bus took ages to come but it din dampen anyone's excitment and we were all eager to start cycling asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fast forward, we are in the shop (got extra discount leh &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227294069465667842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SIsUQsMB2QI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y5RfFYkYtm0/s320/DSC01489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See, my cgc memebers are so caring to each other =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227294075385775058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SIsURCPfg9I/AAAAAAAAABM/13-qsll74q0/s320/DSC01490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The bikes of glory! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227294081835650722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SIsURaRQzqI/AAAAAAAAABU/DFDnipaHafo/s320/DSC01492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like always, we have our very dependable 'ah long' and her 'accomplice' to handle the money matters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227294086410674258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SIsURrUCIFI/AAAAAAAAABc/oS1RyH61dAk/s320/DSC01498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After which, we seperated to different cgcs to bike our own routes. After much discussion, alan and me decided to go together as a brothers group. So we headed towards the direction of Bedok Jetty. On our way there, we came across people playing with the sand, building sand castles and stuff like that and we saw this huge thing there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228260760400212018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SI6DdgjEsDI/AAAAAAAAABk/zb2SMLGZkdM/s320/DSC01508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o.O. Despite it being ruined in some places, it is still standing as a whole structure. Alan haven send me the pics so make do with this bah =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We eventually ended off with lunch and that sorta sums up our day =D. I can only blog about our immunity challenge once i get the pics. cos a picture speaks a thousand words =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3805249061525435286-705907485998569062?l=e448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/feeds/705907485998569062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805249061525435286&amp;postID=705907485998569062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/705907485998569062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/705907485998569062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/2008/07/east-coast.html' title='East Coast..'/><author><name>e448</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906794544555851435</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/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SIsUQsMB2QI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y5RfFYkYtm0/s72-c/DSC01489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805249061525435286.post-5046275915323390706</id><published>2008-06-24T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:09.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Camp - "Indescribable"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I arrived with Vic and Ben at Presbyterian High School in the afternoon; watching the different teams all running about, some in the field still playing the games while others returning to their 'bunks'. I never resented being sick, but somehow both Vic and me felt out of place since we do not know where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we stuck around long enough and found out that the next program would be a session with pastor. Excited though lethargic, the afternoon sun, we proceeded to the hall only to find out that the venue was changed to the seminar room as the hall is being used by the floorball cca group of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we went, in my heart i was trying to prepare myself for what pastor might be preaching. Evangelism? Personal life consecration? Whatever it was, i am sure it was going to be a powerful and wonderful message like he always shares. Yet, whatever happened next was never in my imagination. Pastor allowed us to view a video excerpt from another pastor, pastor Louie Giglio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not repeat every single thing he shared, but essentially, the main point pastor Giglio was making is that we are not as big as we think we are. The rich, the poor, whoever you are, you are still a human and just a small part of the entire universe that God has placed you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the sermon, pastor Giglio actually flashed pictures on the screen. Not just any Tom, Dick or Harry's photo but pictures of space, showing off the beauty that God has created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all of them, there definitely were some that caught my attention, like the picture of the Sombrero galaxy as shown below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SGDhh06ZDYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OOve3IwMW9g/s1600-h/sombrero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SGDhh06ZDYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OOve3IwMW9g/s320/sombrero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215416339750522242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing isn't it? Take note how we are just able to see the entire galaxy just because we are situated just above it. So it is as if we are over-looking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What struck me the most was definitely the picture taken by the "Voyager I"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SGDnlgUhZ-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/4q3GyGezWk8/s1600-h/pale+blue+dot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SGDnlgUhZ-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/4q3GyGezWk8/s320/pale+blue+dot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215423000012220386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This picture seems like nothing, but if you notice closely at the right beam of light, just below the center line, is a pale blue dot. Guess what's that? =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For those of you who still cant see it, I have circled it in red for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SGDp2BXvC5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/5Ey8xDOOeVE/s1600-h/pale+blue+dot+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SGDp2BXvC5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/5Ey8xDOOeVE/s320/pale+blue+dot+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215425482785229714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from the astronomer who took this photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;  “We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity — in all this vastness — there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It’s been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we see as individuals is limited to what our eyes allows us to see. However, things change when we take another perspective at it. What you perceive of something initially may be so different of what you will think of it when you look at it from another angle. Yet, in most cases, our minds are so rigid as to fix our eyes only from one direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often compare God's love to us with the love that a father has for his child. Lets totally eradicate this perspective and look at it in another way. Through the eyes of the "Voyager I", we see Earth as no larger than a fullstop, a faint speck of dust. Needless to point out, we cant even see ourselves from this distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine you are god, looking from this distance, would you love the 6 billion people that you cannot even see? It is like me asking you now to pick up a speck of dust after you sweep your floor and say that you love the billions of bacteria in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet remember, God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son to pay for the sins of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me so much of Tom Thumb, my childhood story book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you think of how great a father's love is to his child, remember how God even loved his children even though they are so so so small, that even though you and i are equivalent to nothing to Him, He still loves us as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but this video has opened my eyes to see more than what i ever could have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful; because God is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The link to the video is : http://www.268generation.com/videoplayer/player.php?videoid=Indescrwide1&amp;amp;quality=hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me end of with this picture. The Whirlpool  Galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SGDomMc6ggI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iXGiLCf2GZg/s1600-h/Whirlpool.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SGDomMc6ggI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iXGiLCf2GZg/s320/Whirlpool.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215424111370207746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh! And one more thing, this is the zoomed in photo of the center of the Whirlpool Galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SGDpJYvlyWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/amVkz1RiOys/s1600-h/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SGDpJYvlyWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/amVkz1RiOys/s320/cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215424715965188450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Jing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805249061525435286-5046275915323390706?l=e448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/feeds/5046275915323390706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805249061525435286&amp;postID=5046275915323390706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/5046275915323390706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/5046275915323390706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-arrived-with-vic-and-ben-at.html' title='Youth Camp - &quot;Indescribable&quot;'/><author><name>e448</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906794544555851435</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/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SGDhh06ZDYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OOve3IwMW9g/s72-c/sombrero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805249061525435286.post-7875894450907635986</id><published>2008-06-02T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:50:48.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chefs and fashion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The long anticipated fashion show cum cooking competition has finally come and gone, no doubt most of us enjoyed ourselves thoroughly, not to mention seeing joseph in that wonderful looking V-neck shirt. =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights before, different groups were slogging it out to come up with ideas not just for what food to prepare but also how to dress up their model for our fashion parade. The effort spent was all worthwhile when we see the result on the day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up; the food competition!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth's group were up first with their rendition of Ratatouille. Meticulously crafted and garnished in a way that the appetizer would be placed in a teacup with a cherry on top of it. It is pleasing to the eyes, but would its taste impress the judges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was Sherill's group! Fusing local delicacies with foreign ones, one might think that it was a terrible mistake, but was it? Turns out that the fusion food is much appreciated by the judges, especially Uncle John. Two thumbs up from him, literally on the camera. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, the long awaited Shepard's Pie from Alan's group. We all know the chefs in the making we have in that group and they hold the highest expectations amongst all groups since they have an experienced player in the field of cookery in the midst of them. The presentation of the food was not up to standard due to time constraints, but the quality more than made up for it. Beneath the atrocious looking golden covering, lies a pot of gold that when eaten, brings a smile to one's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, we have our dessert! My group going thru as a 2 man show, were utterly disappointed by the ice cream we brought. =(. It seems like Murphy's Law is in full swing here, where anything that can go wrong will go wrong. The ice cream just refused to solidify and instead of having a ball of ice cream on that piping hot brownie, all there is was a puddle of vanilla liquidified cream with brownie. There goes the presentation, yet the taste though sweet for some, was delicious for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that done, we head on to the next item! The Fashion parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preparation time was less than adequate but the truth was we were suppose to be ready already! So there goes team 1, into the bathroom to dress up their model, Hanting. A little bit of pink sprays here and there, and that was it for group 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group 2 were the most mysterious, with their model Peifen going into the room and disappearing for sight for quite awhile. Efforts by other groups and even the judges to try to peek into the room were twarted by her bodyguards sherill and chunping. Guess the only way to know how she looks is to wait for her to make her catwalk out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group 3, the most relaxed of them all. No need for surprises, patrick was there for all to see what he was already wearing and showed no signs of wanting to change or to hide what he was going to parade in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group 4, the most anticipated one of them all. Will Joseph finally pick up the courage to wear that V-neck shirt he got so so long ago? What about that mysterious scarf he was holding on? Hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the music set, 'Smack down', the stars made their entrance! Hanting parading in her Korean look, striking a victory pose for all to see; next Peifen finally emerges from her cave and dazzles everyone with her stunning look with shades and poses. Patrick up next, the smart sharp guy in a nice-looking black jacket, took a little time out to pose by flexing his muscles. o.O. Last but not least! Our fusion of middle eastern and western Joseph! Casual, yet carrying style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did the loudest cheers go to? I believe it was for all four of them, who took the courage to parade themselves. Kudos to them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time was running short, and we still have the performances before we can end our time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, a duet! Oh my, its yours truly! WOOOO!!! ok enough, &gt;.&lt;. with Peifen, with a rendition of San Ge Yuan Wang (3 Wishes) by FIR. It is weird to comment on my on performance. -.-. But we, pf and i, hope the crowd loved it. =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, it was suppose to be the special performance by Hanting, but due to technical error, I had to go on first. So, next up was One More Moment, a solo performance by the man they call Joshua (Hmm. I wonder who). It was a song most of us are familiar with since we have heard it before, so the crowd sang along towards the end and hope they enjoyed it. Finally, the last item of the day, Hanting's performance. Undoubtly it was a wonderful effort by her to take the courage to want to perform for the cell group and it was only the lack of preparation of co-ordinating together to practice that caused it to not sound so good as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I would say this fellowship cell group was a resounding success! Everyone enjoyed the food, the songs the catwalk. And most importantly, we got to see someone in a V-neck shirt. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Jing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805249061525435286-7875894450907635986?l=e448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/feeds/7875894450907635986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805249061525435286&amp;postID=7875894450907635986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/7875894450907635986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/7875894450907635986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/2008/06/chefs-and-fashion.html' title='Chefs and fashion!'/><author><name>e448</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906794544555851435</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-3805249061525435286.post-1710316346809227161</id><published>2008-05-28T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:37:10.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SD18TgjospI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2J4Zq33Spz8/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205453418908922514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SD18TgjospI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2J4Zq33Spz8/s320/cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Memories are meant to be kept locked in our minds, close to our hearts. May the memories of e448 always be there to cheer you up. =)&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/3805249061525435286-1710316346809227161?l=e448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/feeds/1710316346809227161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805249061525435286&amp;postID=1710316346809227161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/1710316346809227161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/1710316346809227161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/2008/05/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>e448</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906794544555851435</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/_-bG_0YuJ40Q/SD18TgjospI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2J4Zq33Spz8/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805249061525435286.post-6589716240852515962</id><published>2008-05-26T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:02:07.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its the weekend where the feminine side of the world celebrates; so did we in church that weekend on Mother's Day. It was a wonderful sight to see members bringing their mums and grandmums to service, not only to enjoy the service but also bask in the limelight like a star for once. No doubt the praise and worship was as vibrant as before, but past the loudness, we all sense the atmosphere of love that is filling the place. A child's love for their mothers and a Father's love for His daughters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coming right up was the yearly drama staged by the drama team of CHC, once again bringing forth the importance of showing your love to your loved ones before you lose the chance to. Using a mixture of chinese and english to spice up the conversations, no one can forget the 'wrath of grandma' as potrayed in the drama. The love of a mother that transcends her own pride and sacrificing herself to lead the family and to keep it together, despite her husbands failings. It may seem so foreign to most of us, who come from near-to-perfect families; at least still having the father figure in our lives. THe drama seemingly shows how much a mum would go through just to bring happiness to their child, despite the cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If that was not the main deal for the evening, the next item sure was. Up on stage were 8 daughters and their mums, with each of them having something to say for their mum. It was not the words that were spoken, but rather the emotion and love that you can see being shown that touches your heart. The tears that well up in their eyes even before words were said, it tells you of how much both mum and daughter has gone through together and the love they have for each other. I can vividly remember one of the mums, who is not yet a christian as her daughter said on the stage, holding on tightly to her daughter even as she was giving off her speech of appreciation to her mum. It was not just a casual holding of hands, but you can see in her eyes, how much she longed for someone to acknowledge her love and hearing those words coming from her own daughter's mouth seem to touch her deeply. yet beyond that, all she ever wanted was to love her child. Another mother and daughter pair, the last pair, was unconsolable. The tears flowed freely before the first word was spoken, and you can feel the atmosphere just becoming so griefing, yet in a good way. Spoken in a dialect that i do not understand, for me, the emotions shown were justifiable to the love that i felt at that very moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mother's Day has come and gone, though from e448 not many of our mums are yet saved, but we stand strong on the promise, when 1 in the household is saved, the whole household shall be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But nonetheless, the spirit of Mother's Day should never only come out once a year for us. Remember, show your love while you can, or one day you would not be able to anymore. Appreciate your mums today, ya e448? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yong Jing&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/3805249061525435286-6589716240852515962?l=e448.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/feeds/6589716240852515962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805249061525435286&amp;postID=6589716240852515962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/6589716240852515962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805249061525435286/posts/default/6589716240852515962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e448.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>e448</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12906794544555851435</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>
