<?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-37306047</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:50:35.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakthrough</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37306047.post-6063627089963417944</id><published>2006-12-31T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T03:06:19.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came back from Holland V (: And I bought this really cute shirt (: HOHO. It has snails on it, super cute (: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to sidetrack a little, my mother just told me Pull and Bear's having sale now. ARGH! I just bought stuff from them last week! Cheat my $$$!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, tmr's the last day of the year! How exciting! 3/4 of me feels all hyped up, because I know God has alot of new things installed for me next year! And also, because I get to go back and see my friends, and EAT YONG TAU FOO! Yummy (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But another part of me, really dread the studying part. And all the homework and everything piling on me. But its okay! I pray God's strength will be upon me, and carry me through the year! AMEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the year's gonna end. And I would say that the past year has been a really fun one. Starting from a brand new environment in school, to some cca stuff, and then all the church stuff, and even growing in God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's just all the fun times I've had and some new found good buddies that have made this year a memorable one! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RZai93orTbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OeZOu66G5_g/s1600-h/P1030334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014374418913906098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RZai93orTbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OeZOu66G5_g/s320/P1030334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our hotel stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RZa1wHorTgI/AAAAAAAAABk/4g6NYzCL0ck/s1600-h/Orientation+2+(7-03-06)+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014395073411632642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RZa1wHorTgI/AAAAAAAAABk/4g6NYzCL0ck/s200/Orientation+2+(7-03-06)+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHUCKY! My OG (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RZanf3orTdI/AAAAAAAAABM/1U0b9LeCOWM/s1600-h/IMG_0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014379401075969490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RZanf3orTdI/AAAAAAAAABM/1U0b9LeCOWM/s200/IMG_0921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RZanfnorTcI/AAAAAAAAABE/JwBpbyQs_lc/s1600-h/P1030168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014379396781002178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RZanfnorTcI/AAAAAAAAABE/JwBpbyQs_lc/s200/P1030168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man, I miss Deb and Karen! And our Woodstock hunting sessions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentosa, Island life, Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RZa1vHorTeI/AAAAAAAAABU/a1RIC4U5qoQ/s1600-h/P1030202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014395056231763426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RZa1vHorTeI/AAAAAAAAABU/a1RIC4U5qoQ/s200/P1030202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RZa1vnorTfI/AAAAAAAAABc/SLTgXQMG24A/s1600-h/Amazing+race!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014395064821698034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RZa1vnorTfI/AAAAAAAAABc/SLTgXQMG24A/s200/Amazing+race!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CCAAB! I wanna do flying fox :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our very eco challenge! Too bad we came in 7th. HOHO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the photos another day. It's time for me to ZZZ.&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/37306047-6063627089963417944?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/6063627089963417944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=6063627089963417944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/6063627089963417944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/6063627089963417944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-just-came-back-from-holland-v-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RZai93orTbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OeZOu66G5_g/s72-c/P1030334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37306047.post-4589763323136426826</id><published>2006-12-23T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T10:21:56.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOODBYE CHINA, HELLO SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; So if you think this blog died, no! It revived!&lt;br /&gt;I'll update from Church camp onwards. (: HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th - 11th December:&lt;br /&gt;EMERGE &lt;em&gt;A New Generation!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Chuch camp! It was a totally brand new experience this year. Firstly, it was my first time as a Group Leader. And I wouldn't say it was an easy task for me. I've got P6s running all over the place and I spent half the time trying to catch them and getting them to sit still and stuff. But I'd say, thank God for a really wonderful group. They were all really nice and they really could bond even before I started saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really wanna thank God for that. Cos I was praying that I wouldn't get like tough cases cos I really can't handle such stuff. :/ But it was a really good experience and through camp, I learnt to really worship God wholeheartedly. And camp was just a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did come and meet me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th Decemeber:&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the ex SC4 peeps (: Not many turned up but still, it was fun! Hahaha. Walked and slacked around in town catching up with one another. That's about it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My china trip, I'll update another time. Cos there's alot to talk about. Terrible and good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I'd like to proudly announce that I had MEEPOK for breakfast. YUMMY DELICIOUS $2 MEEPOK with EXTRA BEANSPROUTS AND FISHCAKE. &amp; I am more than contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because ever since I stepped into China, I never had a good meal. Maggi mee became my best friend for 8 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-4589763323136426826?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/4589763323136426826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=4589763323136426826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/4589763323136426826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/4589763323136426826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodbye-china-hello-singapore-so-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-6688124699464857260</id><published>2006-12-10T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T02:04:16.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First day of the funeral wake for my grandfather was tiring. This will be a quick post because I am super duper ultra mega tired :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom dragged me out of bed this morning at 7 because we had to go for my grandfather's funeral wake :/ Took so long to find a black shirt, without any bright colours :/ Argh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my relatives had to perform some rituals when my grandfather's coffin was pushed in, but me and my mother just sat at a corner, praying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't help it, but broke down. Not that I was sad my grandfather's leaving us, but the fact that I wasn't sure whether he accepted Christ made me feel all worried and .. just speechless. It never occured to me that I would cry that badly during his wake. Others were crying cos they miss him, but I cried because of the uncertainty of where he was going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom cried and told me that she tried to save him. He did make some response when my mother was sharing Christ with him, but because he was semi-concious, we didn't know what his response was, but I guess all we can do is just have faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt God telling me, to really reach out to the ones around me. I don't want another of this kinda thing to happen again. It really hurts to see your loved ones not getting saved. Thank God my mother had the chance to share with him in the hospital. I don't wanna regret when things cannot be undone anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I spent my whole morning and afternoon there, before I went off to church. I didn't get to go for section dinner with the rest, so sad. But I went to do my tags for camp tmr! Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushed back to the funeral wake after that and stayed till 12 midnight before leaving. Tmr's gonna be the same again. Church camp tmr (: I really hope and expect to see something change in me from this camp (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was helping my mother count the money from those visitors who come and pay their respect. Yah, I don't exactly know what it's called. Hmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was looking through the list of people who came and pay their respects, got quite a few cute name ah. Hahaha, like Hei Gou, Ah Lian, Botak, Pancake.. All my relatives' friends. Super cute name, I couldn't stop laughing when I saw that. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my uncle was trying to tell my aunt to write down the person's name, who came and gave some money too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uncle : -in madarin Eh! Write O-Jimmy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aunt: -raises eyebrows Jimmy Oh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uncle : NO! O Jimmy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aunt: You mean, Oh, Jimmy? ( the oh meant, oh i know, that kinda oh.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uncle : NO LA. I meant, LAO Jimmy! (LAO = Old in chinese)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super funny. He can't pronounce oh-elle-dee. HOHO. Super cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yay! I got the picture of my little cute cousin! HOHOHO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna adopt him as my little brotherrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RXr6Nul9PUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XQq63P34KOA/s1600-h/Picture(224).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006589049528204610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RXr6Nul9PUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XQq63P34KOA/s200/Picture(224).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, off to camp tmr. I'm really tired. Farewell everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-6688124699464857260?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/6688124699464857260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=6688124699464857260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/6688124699464857260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/6688124699464857260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-day-of-funeral-wake-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RXr6Nul9PUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XQq63P34KOA/s72-c/Picture(224).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37306047.post-849750168336719957</id><published>2006-12-08T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T21:16:12.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Woke up really early this morning for training. And for once, I reached before 9. Yeah man (: I was amazed at myself too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training was horrible for me. My muscles feel all so relaxed and I couldn't gather enough energy to lift the balls up :/ Super tired, and I think I'm getting injured. Oh welll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushed down to Tan Tock Seng Hospital after that cos my mom told me my grandfather was really sick and in a critical condition. Went there to take a last look of my grandfather. I saw how he had difficulty in breathing, my heart really ached. Though I won't say I was close to him at all in my entire life, but I know he was still my grandfather after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hospital looked like some childcare centre with all my little tiny cousins around. And they were super noisy and everything. Hahaha, but they're so cute. Here's a picture of my little cousin! (; I think he's very cuteee (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RXlkVul9PTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/R1y514s21lQ/s1600-h/Picture(223).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006142785246281010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RXlkVul9PTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/R1y514s21lQ/s200/Picture(223).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to church at around 1 plus. And I got stuck at Newton Mrt! Cos it was raining so heavily there, and 171 wasn't appearing anytime soon, I wanted to cab down. And I still told my mother that I had 7 bucks, enough for me to survive the day. But I forgot that I spent my last 5 bucks on tidbits yesterday! Food robs me of my money! $$$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was desperately calling for help. SOS. But no one came to my rescue, only Francesca did! But because she was late for church too, in the end Maurice saved me. Haahaha, for that, I'll stop calling him fatty for a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had camp leaders meeting, and we played some games before that. Super funny la! Hahaha, we played catching and stuff. And we had to like join hands and only the two people at the end of the line can catch others. And because I was in the middle, I was being pulled at both sides, and I felt really elongated sideways after that. How I wish they pulled my hair and my legs, so that I can grow taller :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played more basketball at Bible College after meeting with the church adults! Super fun (: Then it was dinner with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm home now and I wanna go out out out. Argh, but no one's gonna accompany me. Boohoo. Okay, time to do some camp stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Brainwash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;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/37306047-849750168336719957?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/849750168336719957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=849750168336719957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/849750168336719957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/849750168336719957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/12/woke-up-really-early-this-morning-for.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RXlkVul9PTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/R1y514s21lQ/s72-c/Picture(223).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37306047.post-680052090331337156</id><published>2006-12-07T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:48:59.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo (: I got my pay for November (: Not bad, I work from 28th - 30th November and I got $112.50 from 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, and so it was the last day of work for me today. And when Agnes gave me the paycheck, she asked me why I couldn't come to work anymore. Then she thought I couldn't come to work because I had to go for operation. LIKE CHOY CHOY CHOY TOUCH WOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I told her I was going on a holiday. Does operation and holiday sound alike?! Oh my goodness. C H O Y !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with Heng Sin after work, and ah well. Its all over for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called some of my camp members just now, and there's this really funny guy. He started asking me alot of questions, quite funny. And before he hung up, he said "thank you! God bless! See you this saturday! Have fun calling the rest!" Hahaha, he did sound really hyper (: that's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tmr again (: Ho ho ho. I wanna play frisbeeeeeee. Cherie! Xiaojie! Daryl! Nirali! Tongs! WHERE ARE ALL OF YOUUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I can only imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-680052090331337156?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/680052090331337156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=680052090331337156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/680052090331337156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/680052090331337156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/12/woohoo-i-got-my-pay-for-november-not.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-6846637001015398447</id><published>2006-12-07T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T01:46:37.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Missed training today cos I had to go change my passport photo. I was so happy and excited because I could finally find the time to go down to Lavender and eat my favourite MEE POK! But sad to say, it was closed. And how rare for it to actually close. SAD CASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to settle my passport, and I had to take my passport photo before that. The woman at the photo taking booth was so rude! The government has this policy that all fringe must not cover the eyebrows. And I'm so sorry my fringe refuses to stay in place and it drops everytime I move. But she was so rude, she made me wait at the side, cos she thought I was hogging on to the queue. Like okay. I ended up pinning my hair and because my spectacles was reflective, I had to use their spectacles, which was squarish and it didn't have lens. And therefore, I ended up really looking retarded :/ ( &amp; don't tell me I always do :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANNOYING! I waited till my butt rotted before it was my turn at the counter, and this mother and son beside me started talking about first three months. And the mother was like telling the son to start studying though its first three months, and his GP and blah blah blah. Aunty ah, I'm taking A Levels and I don't find myself worrying that much. Parents now adays... tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to work after that (I dread). Started my daily routine of checking the stocks for books and HALLELUJAH! Tmr's my last day at work! Oh I'll miss this really cute aunty there, HAHA. She told me that if I'm tired, I could like stick myself in the socket, to get energy :/ -faints. But she's really nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Yujia, Jerlyn and Hweeyi after work to have dinner together before prayer meeting! &amp;amp; I ate my favourite Grilled Chicken Foldover. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer meeting was good (: And one thing I left remembering is that, to get the authority of God in us, we first have to start with a deeper intimacy with God. And that's what I gotta do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night! Work tmr again :/ &amp; I've to visit my grandfather in hospital. Bahhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After prayer meeting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RXcBuOl9PSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JEg8oiah7JY/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005471404548504866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RXcBuOl9PSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JEg8oiah7JY/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a Christmas partaayyeee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rush hour.&lt;/em&gt;&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/37306047-6846637001015398447?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/6846637001015398447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=6846637001015398447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/6846637001015398447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/6846637001015398447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/12/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RXcBuOl9PSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/JEg8oiah7JY/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37306047.post-6896492379888810907</id><published>2006-12-05T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:06:25.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am back from the hospital from visiting my grandfather. Sad to say, he has last stage cancer, and I'm really at a loss. I won't say I'm very sad cos I was never that close to him. But what I fear the most is that he might just go before knowing Christ. And I really pray that God would give him more time, so that I can bring someone to share Christ with him. Oh wellsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got to meet all my cousins there, and this small little cousin of mine was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Eh you're a Christian huh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Errr yah!&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Pray for gong gong k. Ask God to make him well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so cute and innocent, though he annoys me most of the time, but I was just amazed that he would ask me such a thing. Like I can imagine a small boy praying and seeking God so innocently and with that small little faith they place in God, I'm just amazed and thankful. And I really yearn to have that faith. Faith of a kid, to trust that their Daddy in Heaven would be there for them always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to East Coast Park to blade! Woohooo! With Brenda, Mei Ping, Jerlyn and Jasmine! It was fun fun fun, though I got blisters on my foot because my ankle socks weren't thick enough :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sis. Esther for dinner after that at Far East for chicken rice! Then walked around and headed homeeee. And I'll miss Amazing Race season finale next monday because of church camp! AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I need to do, so little time. Lord, teach me to prioritise my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SPENCER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RXWJuHZAupI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JUs2L8fVYac/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005057986243115666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RXWJuHZAupI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JUs2L8fVYac/s320/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I'm sorry I know this looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;But I was boreedddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work tmr again, and I needa do my passport, if not no Malaysia for me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walk This Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/37306047-6896492379888810907?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/6896492379888810907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=6896492379888810907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/6896492379888810907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/6896492379888810907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/12/am-back-from-hospital-from-visiting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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/_uHq9pGoPLw4/RXWJuHZAupI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JUs2L8fVYac/s72-c/DSC00567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37306047.post-5727342463669286281</id><published>2006-12-03T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:36:33.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp; I was walking along Orchard Road just now,&lt;br /&gt;talking to God in my very own way.&lt;br /&gt;And I asked God "What can I do to see my friends&lt;br /&gt;grow more in You, and know that You're above all else."&lt;br /&gt;The more I thought of how much I've not done as a Child of God,&lt;br /&gt;as a Spiritual Parent, as a friend,&lt;br /&gt;I teared. And I really thought back and reflected&lt;br /&gt;on how much I have done for God this year,&lt;br /&gt;compared to how much He had done for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still seeking for that answer,&lt;br /&gt;and I pray that God would continue to give me the strength and courage.&lt;br /&gt;To share and care, to open up more to them.&lt;br /&gt;But firstly, I have to get right with my walk with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me, Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-5727342463669286281?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/5727342463669286281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=5727342463669286281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/5727342463669286281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/5727342463669286281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-walking-along-orchard-road-just.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-7636873584701293371</id><published>2006-12-03T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T12:26:23.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO PEEPS.&lt;br /&gt;Wo hui lai le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happenned the past few days, besides going through all the terrible moments when I felt so hungry at work. My boss doesn't allow Heng Sin and I to go eat together, and she makes sure that we finish our work before we can go eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess how long the break is? 15 minutes. Oh my goodness, worse than recess breaks. Ill treating me ahhh. Now I know how boring working life can be, especially when you do my job. You stare at the computer screen until your eyes pop out, just because you have to make sure that all datas are entered in correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was the last session of FUEL. And whether I'm going to PL or ADAM next year, I'm sure God has a plan for me somewhere somehow. And I really wanna see myself grow next year. I hate being stagnant in my walk with God, and sometimes I really feel so far away from God. But oh well. A brand new year, a brand new start, a brand new walk with God (: !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to school reopening, cos I get to see all my friends. (Besides the fact that homework's gonna become my next best friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I'm off to church soon! HELLO GOD! GOODBYE FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;                                                        &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;     I surrender all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-7636873584701293371?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/7636873584701293371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=7636873584701293371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/7636873584701293371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/7636873584701293371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/12/yo-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-116489720577214335</id><published>2006-11-30T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:33:25.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Training this morning was ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate training with a flu. I feel like I'm fainting any minute! ARGH! But anyhow, how this morning was G R E A T (: HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when I felt so weak, the ball had to land on my puny head. Bahh. So training ended really late, and I was quite late for work :/ And yay! Hengsin's working with me now! Haha, then I won't be so bored now! And I will have someone to talk to if I'm bored! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with him after work at Macs, and had my wonderful FOLDOVER (: wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like the fact how work stops me from doing all the things I want to. Eg: sleeping, playing, sleeping and eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in the office without eating proper meals. Like, I survived on 4 pathetic biscuits yesterday all the way till 9. Like wow, I'm good at this! And I can hardly talk to anyone there except "Er... is this under Author or Family or Latest Edition?" ( I deal with books you see). I can actually not talk for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to carry really heavy boxes with books in it. And at this rate, I'll be quiet-skinnybombom-muscular galzxzx. LIKE WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, that day during class chalet, tong's wasn't there. So here's a picture of our class bbq in rememberance of LOO YUN&lt;em&gt;TONG&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me holding the tongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/1600/705792/funnaye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/320/891516/funnaye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;             &lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  No second guessing, no pretending.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-116489720577214335?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/116489720577214335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=116489720577214335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116489720577214335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116489720577214335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/11/training-this-morning-was.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-116472294740996483</id><published>2006-11-28T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:09:07.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because of Zelanie, I went all the way to school to pass her some Literature stuff she needed. Hoho. Found Cheng Jie in the void deck alone so I joined him and talked a little (: Haha, catching up with scfourers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found Deborah dancing and she's really funny. Hahaha, I wonder who get her for OGL next year. Dance dance dance, I wanna dance too! Sigh. I miss ballet. Okay, outta point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left school and rushed to Bras Basah Complex for work! Met Hengsin first and had lunch together before we went to work. Pretty alright for a first day I guess, just that the computer stuff were kinda hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The software keeps hanging on me, and the stuff to key in are so complicated, worse than integration :/ Met this sec 4 RV girl there, and she applied to AC too! Hmmmm. She's really nice, as nice as me (: -winks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's this woman there who really reminds me of my mother. Haha, cos there was this book I needed to key in, but there were some problems. So I called her using those intercom telephones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Errrr, there's this book called a Time to Dance right?&lt;br /&gt;Her: HUH? A time to DIE? -laughs. No such book! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's really cute, like a teddy. But not teddy teddy, but teddy. Okay nvm! Not making sense here. But oh man. HAHA! A time to die is really hilarious. Especially her tone :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked till 8 then me and my new found friend went for dinner together! Training tmr again, then work. I really wanna play frisbee/rollerblade/kiteflying/cycling. Who wanna go with meeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;                                                     &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&amp;amp; even if it was a second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-116472294740996483?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/116472294740996483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=116472294740996483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116472294740996483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116472294740996483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/11/because-of-zelanie-i-went-all-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-116463536987973782</id><published>2006-11-27T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:05:44.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Training this morning was fun! Besides the fact that I got punched in the stomach by the ball, and my puny foot got trampled on by Yiqi, and I fell while trying to catch the ball (accident prone I know).. training was great (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my present from Raymond! EEYORE!! Thanks man! HAHA, fatty. Slacked around in school to play a little frisbee, talked to Kalai and ate lunch at the Cafe with Faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed down to meet Hweeyi and we cabbed down to Bras Basah Complex cos she needed to get something for her company. We were walking around when I saw this Christian bookshop, and they were hiring students. So I just randomly walked in and went for a job interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually I didn't really expect to get the job, cos I would be leaving Singapore for like 2 weeks. BUT HAHA, they just called me to say that I can start work tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told my parents about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, I got a job at Bras Basah Complex, in a Christian bookstore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother:&lt;/strong&gt; What's the shop's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Tecman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-turns around and frown&lt;/em&gt; HUH?! Batman? Batman sells Christian books?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-laughs&lt;/em&gt; TECMAN la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh I knew it, Batman only sells underwears :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO. This is my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So work starts tmr, and that means no more time to play frisbeeeeee :/ And I'm quite sad about it. And no more time spent in school during the holidays... BAHHHH. But I'll most probably stop work mid december. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing race's on now! Byeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;                                                                                                          &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Tell me why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-116463536987973782?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/116463536987973782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=116463536987973782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116463536987973782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116463536987973782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/11/training-this-morning-was-fun-besides.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-116455484962476528</id><published>2006-11-26T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T01:14:22.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;No where in sight.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Back from my one-night stay in Orchard Parade Hotel, the orange hotel beside Forum! The hotel manager thought we were some overseas kids, here in Singapore for some sports competition or something (: HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was fun spending time with all of my friends! (: How often do we get to meet up with one another, what's more spend a night together. Especially when all of us are now in different schools. But anyway, I enjoyed every minute with all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/1600/27808/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/320/870950/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night, we went for dinner at Vila'ge. The variety of food there's much lesser than Marche :/ But it was pretty alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/1600/746991/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/320/337329/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/1600/924221/Vilage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/320/969241/Vilage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our night walking around town at 1am, leaving Valerie in the hotel room cos she wasn't feeling well. And we finally managed to take our long-awaited GAP advertisement shot. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/1600/363762/gap!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/320/610639/gap%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Noelle (the last one) HAHA. Even the couple who were looking at us take this photo bursted out laughing when Noelle posed for this shot. HEHE. And Yujia made me use her handbag as a cap :/ How retarded. But it was super hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took more photos along the way back to the hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/1600/810552/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/320/944876/haha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/1600/986595/candid!%20edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/320/816637/candid%21%20edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the candid shots. (: !&lt;br /&gt;I think Michelle still looks like a fishball. (since sec 1) From white fishball to black meatball :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/1600/203102/statues!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/320/368226/statues%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time balancing on this thing. So much for being a ballerina, my balancing skills are horrible. :/ Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I forgot to mention, we were at the traffic light and I think Michelle was squating down while waiting for the light to turn green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Me : Eh Michelle! What are you doing? Stand up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Michelle : &lt;em&gt;(acting smart, she raises her hand and sings..)&lt;/em&gt; Stand up for Singapore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;- STARES AND GLARES AND STARES AND FROWNS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, typical Ah Leong. She never fails to do rubbish stuff. And this Caucasian lady was staring at her when she did that. But I bet Ah Leong's too used to this kinda things. :/ Like what's new! Hur hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ransacked the hotel room and found this piece of horrendously ugly looking thing in the cupboard, and we decided to act as kings for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/1600/532324/kings!%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/320/503209/kings%21%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Yujia the &lt;em&gt;ROCK KING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Noelle the &lt;em&gt;FATTY KING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Bernice the &lt;em&gt;LITTLE KING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Hweeyi the &lt;em&gt;BIG BUTT KING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Denise the &lt;em&gt;MUSCULAR KING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Valerie the &lt;em&gt;TOILET KING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Michelle the &lt;em&gt;OPERA KING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: Coin Slot (: HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in a very awkward position last night. And the bed was too small, I had to resort to putting my head on the chair and half my body on the bed :/ AND I HEARD PEOPLE SNORING AGAIN. Haha, but it's okay. The culprit owned up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise left early this morning, and she left a note for all of us. (: She tried to wake me up, but as usual, failed attempt. I think I can only wake up really quickly in camps or fire drills. Other than that, forget it (: Hoho. Michelle left for training after that, and Hweeyi left for family lunch, leaving Valerie, Noelle, Yujia and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked around Taka hunting for different variety of food and we got a whole load of junk. Hiked back to the hotel and started our sumptuous superduper filling lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few pictures before we checked out of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/1600/87438/foursome!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/320/746988/foursome%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yujia came over to my house after that to get all these pictures, before I went out to TOWN again (yes again, I am so sick of that place now). Met Cindy and Cherilyn to discuss about some basketball matters. And thank God I have them around to help me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so excited cos Christmas is nearing. Pretty lightings, great friends, nice presents, but whats better than knowing the truth that Christ was born on that day, so that He could one day come and give us life abundantly and to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And all I want for Christmas is ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;more and more food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-116455484962476528?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/116455484962476528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=116455484962476528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116455484962476528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116455484962476528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-where-in-sight.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-116438567115557593</id><published>2006-11-25T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:27:51.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I want to care for others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Like Jesus cares for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, teach me to love and have that heart of compassion. Just like how You love me, teach me to love others like you do. Thank you Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-116438567115557593?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/116438567115557593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=116438567115557593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116438567115557593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116438567115557593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-i-want-to-care-for-otherslike.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-116438496376304599</id><published>2006-11-24T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T00:16:03.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo yo yo! I am back! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed to school yesterday without knowing that 9.25 am was still peak period. I was &lt;a href="mailto:depressedgalzxz@hotmail.com"&gt;depressedgalzxz@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; when I saw the extra 2 bucks on the cab. Especially when I am so broke :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So frisbee was the thing I went to school for (: WAHAHA. Had fun playing, then a few of us went over to Toa Payoh for lunch! Yummy, I had my favourite Meepok. HAHA. Anyway, we helped buy all the stuff for our class BBQ. And Daryl was complaining so much about how fatty butter is compared to margarine. Haha, healthy freak. No wonder I'm so fat :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to take pictures of us doing grocery shopping, but too bad I brought my camera without the memory card. Bahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to Shawn's house and we started playing cards, tennis! and BBQ-ing. It was quite fun and the food was good! Especially yummy chicken wings and cornnnn! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Xiaojie Cherie and Daryl went over to Melcher's house to stay over yesterday night. We intended to go to the airport, but cos the cab fare would cost us a bomb, we decided to u-turn and go over to Melcher's house. Haha, thanks Melcher! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we slept on the floor in the living room. And I had to endure horrible noises, eg snoring. All thanks to Wang and Cherie! Hmpf! And I landed on the floor while Xiaojie stole all the mattress from me! Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up really early this morning. I was the first one to fall asleep and last one to wake up :/ But anyway, we went to Paya Lebar Macs for breakfast, then I had to go for training. I was like some walking zombie, super tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was very slack today, but I guess when coach comes back, it'll be different! (: So I came home to sleep after training till it was time to go church for LCELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/1600/617318/P1030257%20edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7559/4187/320/709925/P1030257%20edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm back home and I wanna go sleep now. :/ GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;teddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Every sunrise, speaks of Your unfailing love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-116438496376304599?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/116438496376304599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=116438496376304599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116438496376304599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116438496376304599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/11/yo-yo-yo-i-am-back-cabbed-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-116419838870266094</id><published>2006-11-22T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:44:14.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some ah peks are over viewing my house now. And because of them my mother made me rush home, but it was pointless. Cos my parents reached home earlier than me :/ Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, YES I FOUND SOMETHING! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the topic, I think I'm becoming darker and darker and I really think I should stop here. I'm gonna look like Kalai soon HAHA. Kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm so training was kinda tough today but I guess it was pretty alright! Glad to see more peeps turn up for training today! I can't wait to see the whole team back again after school holidays (: Training attendance now is like ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I went to meet Hweeyi for lunch! Cos poor girl's working and she has to eat lunch all alone. So being nice me as usual, I went to look for her at Tiong Bahru to accompany her! Hweeyi! Be honoured!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/hweeyiandme!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/320/hweeyiandme%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home to rest for a little before heading out to meet Cherilyn and Cindy. We were supposed to go Mediacorp and do some telemarketing crap but we ended up in town cos by the time we met it was like 4+, and work ends at 6. So what's the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, it was DINNER TIME! Haha pretty early I know but me and Cherilyn were so happy! FOOD! (: Chicken rice at far east! Walked and slacked around till 7 then we all had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Taka Square and played with all the kids stuff. Super cute! (: I think kids now adays have really hi-tech stuff. Way better than ugly barbie dolls :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/double.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/320/double.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/siao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/320/siao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dancers (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/fltg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/320/fltg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check out this cute little Lead singer (: WAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/double.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/320/p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class barbeque tmr! CHICKEN WINGS CHICKEN WINGS YAY YAY YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I was invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-116419838870266094?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/116419838870266094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=116419838870266094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116419838870266094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116419838870266094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-ah-peks-are-over-viewing-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-116410377627478156</id><published>2006-11-21T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:09:36.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so healthy today. I exercised from 9am all the way till 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha not that long I know, but still, it's been a long time since I last ran this much. I felt my fats flying awayyyy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was self-training with Jessie this morning. We ran 8 rounds slow pace and did some shooting. I felt super hardworking I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a little frisbee here and there. And I was sharing with Jessie about God and stuff in the toilet. &lt;em&gt;(Not a very conducive place I know, but God works everywhere, anywhere, AMEN?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great to hear about her perspective towards Christianity, and I really pray that God would continue to use me to talk to her. In a sense, I was quite surprised to suddenly come to that topic when we were talking randomly, but it was a really good time of talking I guess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Nirali and Daryl finally came and we played some frisbee before heading to Holland V for lunch. Talked alot and Nirali's still as hilarious as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me and Nirali were walking around the shopping centre, and we saw this mother, I think, playing the guitar and her son singing along. It was super sweet. And guess what song were they singing? GOD IS SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's this nursery song most kids sing in Sunday School. And I was thinking back about how I used to sing this song, with those weird hand actions. I think I looked really adorable, haha kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I wanted to say is that, it was so nice to hear the little boy sing. Like the joy of the Lord in him, I could really sense it. The childlike faith of knowing how good God is to him, really made me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back home all alone again :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knows why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-116410377627478156?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/116410377627478156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=116410377627478156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116410377627478156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116410377627478156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-feel-so-healthy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-116403625724186158</id><published>2006-11-20T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T23:24:17.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/P1030215%20edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/400/P1030215%20edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't follow me,&lt;br /&gt;Follow Jesus (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos Jesus is the way, the truth and the life. (John 14:6)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-116403625724186158?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/116403625724186158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=116403625724186158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116403625724186158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116403625724186158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-follow-me-follow-jesus-cos-jesus.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-116402303045610904</id><published>2006-11-20T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:43:52.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, it was a good time of fellowshipping with my beloved leehweeyiiiii. (: We had lunch at IKEA and I felt like a pig. Maybe it was just the after effect of camp. After all the horrendous uncooked vegetables...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I had to leave for LCE and it was really funny. HAHA. We had to do some boxing exercises :/ So outta point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at Serene Macs with Maurice, Lilian and then Jessie came and join us (: Had a good time laughing please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training this morning was horrendous. Only three peepzzz turned up. What's this world coming to?! But its okay. I'm kinda motivated to spur them on I guess, and hopefully it works. MUAHAH. I'll think of evil ways to get everyone together. But I really wanna see the team bond :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its horrible to be a Captain and yet seeing your team falling apart and I stand there feeling so helpless and all. But oh well, I really pray that God would give me His guidance and His wisdom even as I lead this team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, me, Geraldine and Jessie were slacking around at the cafe, while I was waiting for Nathan and Raymond (aka BAKUA) to finish their training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to town after that for Pepper Lunchand we met Gabriel there. Okay, I've decided not to go there for the next two months, until next year. I've gone there like for 5 times this two months! Pepper Lunch is sucking my monehhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we watched Casino Royale! Not bad a show I guess, just that I was kinda grossed out by some fighting scenes. My innocent eyes couldn't take certain gruesome stuff. But overall, alright I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked around town till 6+ and I'm home now. Frisbee tomorrow! WOOHOO! (: It's been a long time since I've played it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And sometimes I really don't understand how things seem so wierd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-116402303045610904?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/116402303045610904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=116402303045610904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116402303045610904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116402303045610904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-it-was-good-time-of-fellowshipping.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-116386731867215242</id><published>2006-11-18T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T00:35:00.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND SO, CCAAB is finally over. I'm really sad about it. And sad about the fact that I didn't go for the OGL interview :/ AHH shucks. I'll find somewhere to crashh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures from camp. And Mr David Loh and Ms Lee Su Li were very nice. They gave us some special CD with photos of us in it (: So sweet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, SOLOMON WON THE BEST TEAM AWARD! (: WOOHOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;and Tim got the best camper male award! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, &lt;strong&gt;pictures&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/P1030202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/320/P1030202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Group picture! WITH MISSING RACHAEL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/HPIM0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/200/HPIM0162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael's on the right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/HPIM0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/200/HPIM0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Campfire's burningggg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/HPIM0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/320/HPIM0167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Solomon's Team Spirit (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/HPIM0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/320/HPIM0177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And we carried this wherever we went&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/HPIM0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/320/HPIM0186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teamwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the pictures another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess the main reason why I miss camp so much is because of the companions that I have around me during camp. Like I get to see my friends 24/7 and we do everything together. How fun. Beats staying at home all alone :/ Just check out the life of an only child :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, CCAAB ROCKED. And SOLOMON TOO! (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to sleep now. I'm gonna be a walking zombie real soon. NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And where's my missing frisbeeeee :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-116386731867215242?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/116386731867215242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=116386731867215242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116386731867215242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116386731867215242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-so-ccaab-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-116383223446769198</id><published>2006-11-18T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T14:43:54.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;I regretted not going for OGL interview.&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-116383223446769198?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/116383223446769198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=116383223446769198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116383223446769198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116383223446769198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/11/shucks.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-116382919467661012</id><published>2006-11-18T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T13:53:15.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M HOME I'M HOME I'M HOME SWEET HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally back from CCAAB. Just when I was starting to enjoy it, it had to end. SAD LIFE. But anyway, here's a recap on the things that we did during camp (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of the camp and I was sitting all alone in LT1 while the teachers were briefing us cos darling Chin Pei deserted me for her boyfriend. Hoho. It's okay. So I decided to be lonely gal for once and its such a pity when I had to secretly laugh to myself when the teachers said something funny cos I didn't wanna LOL and make everyone turn around and see lonely me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting there like a cemented statue waiting for my name to be called so that I could know which group I belonged to. And sad to say, I was all alone in this group called SOLOMON, with no familiar faces at all. Like wow, and I was like telling myself "GREAT! I'm now the loneliest of the loneliest peep in town man!" But thank God, He reassured me that He would be there. And I could really feel this presence which tells me that don't worry. I won't be lonely and true enough, I started making new friends and it was really great (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my group consisted of Melissa &lt;em&gt;(Vice capt of Table Tennis)&lt;/em&gt;, Nathan &lt;em&gt;(Vice capt of X-Country),&lt;/em&gt; Timothy &lt;em&gt;(Vice capt of Soccer),&lt;/em&gt; Gabriel&lt;em&gt; (Capt of Badminton)&lt;/em&gt;, Hui Ping &lt;em&gt;(Vice capt of Track&amp;Field),&lt;/em&gt; Adlin &lt;em&gt;(President of Malay Cultural Society)&lt;/em&gt;, Raymond &lt;em&gt;(Capt of Shooting),&lt;/em&gt; Set Zaw &lt;em&gt;(President of Guitar)&lt;/em&gt;, Desmond &lt;em&gt;(President of Line-In),&lt;/em&gt; Faith &lt;em&gt;(Vice Pres of Interact Club&lt;/em&gt;), Aditia (Sorry I forgot! HEH), Rachael (Councillor!), Daniel (Head of Quiz), Jonathan&lt;em&gt; (Vice President of Lifeguard),&lt;/em&gt; Shu Hui &lt;em&gt;(Vice Pres of Entre). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh back to what we did.. So we started cooking at the bleaches for lunch and the noodles were rather uncooked. Hahaha, the start of a caveman's life :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left school and headed to the campsite in the afternoon. Checked in to our bunks and it was quite nice. As in it was like huts, and it is non-airconditioned. So two groups share one hut, and it really looked like some holiday inn thing in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for sea expedition where we had to build a raft and it had to hold everyone in it and we had to kayak the whole raft from point A to point B. The weather was like drizzling and my hair was like ultimately screwed. Okay I know it always is. :/ Sad case haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, while making the raft, I was putting my foot under the raft to lift it up so that they could tie it together. And Raymond just had to step on the raft, crushing my poor little toes :/ Hhmpf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS I TELL YOU, THE WATER WE HAD TO KAYAK IN STINKED AND IT WAS LIKE SOME SHIT WATER. Cos it was near Kelongs and you know they don't exactly do their business in a very glam manner :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we launched our boat and TADDAAAA! We managaed to kayak all the way, till the other end while the other team had to swim with their broken raft. (: So it was quite good (: ! And this started our team spirit (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after dinner at night, we had Leadership Workshop. I would say its one of the better workshops I've been to. As in it allows students to share their viewpoints. Rather than someone else rattling on and on about something I so do not wish to listen to (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I SPY SPY SPY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was random (: So it was Day 2 for camp. And anyway, I forgot to mention, when we went back to our bunks at night it was like SOME NIGHT SAFARI PLEASE. LIZARDS, DEAD MOTHS AND BATS WERE LIKE MY NEIGHBOURS. I slept in fear and trauma. But thank God, He granted me a good night rest though I was a little paranoid. I zipped my sleeping back till the maximun and made sure there weren't any holes for my neighbours to enter my territory. Freaky please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at like 5.45am for morning physical training aka PT. They made us do 100 jumping jacks and like 40 pushups I think. And it was so tiring I had to resort to doing the girls push ups and got my knees scratched against the floor. Then morning jog and stuff. It wasn't that killer though. And oh, we had to sing the national anthem twice and the school song 3 times because we weren't loud enough :/ First time I sang so loudly and nicely, I felt as though I was auditioning for Singapore Idol muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do rope courses, absailing and flying fox that day. Oh man, have I ever mentioned how afraid I was when it comes to heights! And I had to do so many stuff with all the climbing stuff that day, I really couldn't take it! First we had to climb up this really high pole and sit on the wooden plank at the top and enjoy the view. Please, by the time I was up there my legs were like jelly or agar agar, and I had to force myself to stand up so that I could jump off and try to catch this white bar away from the wooden plank. SUPER SCARY SIA :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to climb up and balance on this one rope and walk across it with the help of a few other ropes. Freaking scary, but at least now I know I can never be an acrobat :/ I'd rather be the elephant in the circus :/ Then we did absailing and flying fox! Super fun! (: And it was much less freaky, but still, freaky :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to mention about the helmet. It was so smelly, I almost fainted when I put it on. All the sweat from everyone trapped inside. Oh my goodness, it was worse than the fish market. Really smelly and itchy and one word, GROSS. Hahaha. And the instructors calls it an AIR CON unit, well I think it was more like a massive stink bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, we played some game called Operation Dodo bird where it was like some war game and we had to rescue our hostage, aka spongebob. And it was super scary cos they offed all the lights and we survived on torchlights. I was some captain of my army troop thing and it was super scary cos I was afraid of wierd insects around me. The guys were like shouting all around, like "CHARGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" and everytime I hear that I freak out. I can't imagine what a real war would look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep the entire night and it was really horrible. I had like 20 insect bites. Combination of both mosquito bites and sandfly bites I think. And I look like some polka dotted woman when I put mopiko on myself :/ I had to cover my ears to sleep cos I could hear the mosquitoes buzzing, soooo horrendous. Inconsiderate neighbours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we had to wake up in the middle of the night, just when I was about to fall asleep. To do pumping and blah blah blahh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day at campsite and it was back to ACJC. :/ I was really sad to leave. But anyway, we played situational games and it really tested our team bonding. And it was really good. Afterall, my group was really great (: As in everyone contributed using their own strengths and it was.. good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had campfire that night and it was really fun! First time I really cheered and it was really different. Hahaha, cos I always claim that I cheer lower than most of the girls cos my voice wasn't of the same pitch as the rest, so I felt like some frog croaking and it sounded quite off. But with the guys, I realised that there were more toads croaking and I felt much better to cheer with them around (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to present our campfire item and we started singing a song to everyone, and I being the VERY SHY GAL, couldn't stop giggling the minute I saw everyone. Campfire was fun and eventually, we got the best item for campfire that night and also, the best flag design! WOOHOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aka today, we were forced to wake up at 4 am all of a sudden. And they made us change into our school blouse and skirt within 2 mins and then when we were done, they made us change into swimming costume and pe attire. Totally man. Everyone was like running zombies. Then we had to play the final challenge. We had to build a raft at the swimming pool and put a casualty in the raft and all of us had to swim and push the raft to the other end. In other words, I had to swim in my swimming costume and that is like once in a 3492908439 years that I do so. So much for trying to get away from swim pe this year, I still had to swim in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had to go to another station. We had to climb under this really low tunnel and go through it. Then it was the basketball court next, we had to carry the chairs from one end to the other and transport everyone over. That was when we caught up (: !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to go climb this small hill. You know the one near the school gate, there's this stairs towards sports com, yeah. We had to climb there, then we had to continue to do some task at the netball court. Followed by, going to the drain at the track there. It was like once in a lifetime thing. Super fun! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were first by then and we had to run/walk/stroll/jog 5 rounds around the track. And into the steeple chase thing. And it was super tiring for everyone I guess. Some had to carry the raft with our casualty sitting on it, while the rest had to carry bags with loads of stuff in it. And I think I grew 5 cm shorter from carrying the bags cos it kept weighing me down :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we had to carry each other over this hula hoop thingie then it was solving the crossword puzzle and the end! And so, my group managed to come in first! Super good (: I'm so proud of everyone! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCAAB elections at LT1 after that and then I cabbed home with Raymond and Nathan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I forgot to say that we had public speaking time like before/after every meal. And thankfully, I wasn't chosen. Ugh. But I was thinking that if I ever had to go up and speak about something, I'd talk about how people feel about shorties like me playing basketball :/ BAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So camp has ended somewhere here. But we've gotta go back to school later in the evening for our graduation ceremony/dinner and we have to wear something formal. Save me I'm gonna wear _______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off to write some stuff for my group members to give them later! BYEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;TEDDY BEAR (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-116382919467661012?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/116382919467661012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=116382919467661012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116382919467661012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116382919467661012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-home-im-home-im-home-sweet-home.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-116343741649292482</id><published>2006-11-14T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T01:03:36.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna be a detective when I grow up (: And so, who would like/love to hire me as their PI's. Then I can go spy on people with detective cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I suddenly remember how my friend and I used to pretend to be detective agents. (aka Mary-Kate and Ashley) SO FUN! Then we would read those Mary Kate and Ashley detective books and learn the detective stuff from them. And we would have this detective agency in her humungous house. Oh my gosh. How retarded :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still wanna become a detective when I grow older. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Spy Spy SPY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-116343741649292482?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/116343741649292482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=116343741649292482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116343741649292482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116343741649292482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wanna-be-detective-when-i-grow-up.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-116339741008323872</id><published>2006-11-13T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:56:50.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/0611southinkucanscream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/320/0611southinkucanscream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, I can't make it for this wonderful event! I WANNA GO GO GO!! But arghh, there's CCAB camp and it's not gonna end till evening on that day. BOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, all are welcome to go for this event! It's a worship experience event! (: It's this saturday, 18th November, at Trinity Christian Centre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You deserve the highest praise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;We can give You more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lord we give You our praise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;That's what we came here for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-116339741008323872?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/116339741008323872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=116339741008323872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116339741008323872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116339741008323872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/11/sad-to-say-i-cant-make-it-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-116335192522309530</id><published>2006-11-13T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T02:41:27.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sun today was great. But I didn't really get tanned. All thanks to Yujia, we ended up in Sentosa only at 2pm. Haha, Mr Sun was setting by the time we reached the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/320/Untitled-1%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for everyone to arrive, we decided to use self timer and entertain ourselves (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plonked ourselves at Tanjong Beach, and I've never been there before. Not that I can remember, but anyway, that place was full of dogs. HWEEYI'S BEST FRENZXZXZ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two biggest creatures among us, aka Lee Hwee Yi and Kavina Yu, were afraid of teeny weeny dogs, which are even smaller than the size of their butts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kavina bought this $5 shirt to suntan and she wanted it to be sleeveless. HAHA. So they started tearing it apart and it ended up really hilarious. I think the value of the shirt immediately fell to $0.05. So horrendously horrendous! But Kavina was still happy with it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/kavina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/320/kavina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for wanting to sun tan, I forgot to bring a bigger towel and my suntanning lotion. So it wasn't that productive afterall :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played frisbee and tanned and rotted before we left the place. Everyone went to play the Go Kart ride thing for 8 bucks except me and Hweeyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town-ed after Sentosa, to eat CHICKEN RICEEEE! I think I was super hungry I ate two plates of rice. And I'm still hungry now. But I've decided to stop myself from eating supper. It's sinful :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and only Yujia bought stuff. We decided to go try on clothes and oh man. It was ultimate. Hahaha! VALERIE LOOKED HILARIOUS. SHE WORE THIS REALLY TIGHT FITTING TOP AND SHE INSISTED ON WEARING HER CRESCENT PE SHORTS WHICH WERE PUFFY AND HER GREEN SOCKS WERE A JOKE PLEASE. Quite cute la (: But it was really hilarious, me and Yujia couldn't stop laughing. HAHA. Classic please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped around till 10.30 and we went back home. And at the MRT Station, there were this two guys staring at us cos of our dressing I think. And I suspect they were mainly focusing on Yujia's&lt;em&gt; glam&lt;/em&gt; slippers and her t o e s . Hoho. Alienated toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/P1030192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/200/P1030192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, XJ! Thanks for your shirt! (:&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow again. &lt;s&gt;:)&lt;/s&gt; / :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, I'll be leaving Singapore from 15th Dec to 23rd Dec to China and that means that I'll miss the Christmas dinner thing. SO SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PHOTO'S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/screwed%20faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/320/screwed%20faces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/P1030146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/200/P1030146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cool &lt;/em&gt;Ah Lee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/320/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Pictures (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/P1030182%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/200/P1030182%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest, another day (: GOOD NIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-116335192522309530?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/116335192522309530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=116335192522309530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116335192522309530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116335192522309530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/11/sun-today-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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-37306047.post-116309176949195325</id><published>2006-11-10T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:21:15.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my blog is finally done (: And I'm quite happy with it. Haha I love the picture (: WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been a long time since i last blogged. But anyway, hopefully this will be a place where I can also take the opportunity to share God's goodness in my life, somehow, someway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I'm too lazy to blog now. But I'll be back tomorrow, with updates on Sentosa, cos I'm going there tomorrow! (Haha, Xiaojie, cheer up. We can go some other day too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Mr. Sun comes out tomorrow. I wanna tannnnnnnnn (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a picture we took before we went home today after dinner ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/1600/P1030110%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7559/4187/320/P1030110%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to sleep now. (: FAREWELL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37306047-116309176949195325?l=breakthrough---.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/feeds/116309176949195325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37306047&amp;postID=116309176949195325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116309176949195325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37306047/posts/default/116309176949195325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakthrough---.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>lil`woodstock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06208285999029166447</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>
