<?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-13381059</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:26:26.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music of the heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13381059.post-2006763453718552608</id><published>2007-03-19T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T05:36:47.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I'm more settled these days. Things are getting clearer. More settled. Know what are the things that I can put my heart in. Be it the area of growth or my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friends are all turning 21, the girl friends that is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some pictures from my neighbour's 21st Birthday. Hannah Hannah Hannah. That girl! She's really grown into a beautiful, matured women, stepping into a new phase of life!! So exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been my neighbour years since our primary school days. I was only closer to her during from our jc days. It boils down to the regular jogs and study sessions together till the weeeee hours in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other friends are her friends from Jurong JC. I happened to join them for some of their activities, and we became close friends! I remember the last time we came together was exactly a year ago when we celebrated Hannah's 20th birthday. We rarely meet up as a whole group. But you know some friends, simply see each other around either in school or at a camp or when we jog, we somehow get to catch up with one another and ask about each other. A little effort amounts to a lot! And of course, as a group, there's this thing that draw us close. They are a real lovely bunch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/Rf5flEi-yjI/AAAAAAAAABg/trPB-uVPFFc/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043573723181795890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/Rf5flEi-yjI/AAAAAAAAABg/trPB-uVPFFc/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/Rf5fzki-ykI/AAAAAAAAABo/6FD2tJYUIi8/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/Rf5fzki-ykI/AAAAAAAAABo/6FD2tJYUIi8/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043573972289899074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/Rf5fzki-ykI/AAAAAAAAABo/6FD2tJYUIi8/s320/Image036.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken when the birthday girl was busy taking pictures with her other friends. Like a wedding photo right? Cause of the flowers... hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/Rf5hLki-ymI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hNVkanvqDtw/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043575484118387298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/Rf5hLki-ymI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hNVkanvqDtw/s200/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the door gift! A caterpillar! She came out with the idea and made the design all on her own! It has a meaning to it too you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black = for the sins in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Red = for the precious blood of Jesus to wash away all our sins&lt;br /&gt;White = for us to be washed as pure as snow&lt;br /&gt;Yellow = and God has prepared for us an eternal place for us in heaven&lt;br /&gt;Green = we just need to grow in Him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third of the 21st birthday parties I attended so far... so many more to gooo.. so exciting!! But what's more exciting is to witness how my friends have grown :) and walk with them into their 21st with hope from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... mine is super super farr.. still have one more semester to go till it comes. But I'm looking forward to it. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I was surfing through the net to find a song, I stumbled upon one of my favourite songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/heycid/FRIENDS.html"&gt;http://members.aol.com/heycid/FRIENDS.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the site would you? It's dedicated to all my friends :) Hope you'll be able to find the eternal hope and joy in Him. And if you have already found it, may you grow more and more in His love :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-2006763453718552608?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/2006763453718552608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=2006763453718552608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/2006763453718552608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/2006763453718552608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_yqUYkvrmTf0/Rf5flEi-yjI/AAAAAAAAABg/trPB-uVPFFc/s72-c/Image039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13381059.post-2952193624170799402</id><published>2007-03-11T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T05:48:45.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Down at your feet, Oh Lord,&lt;br /&gt;is the most high place&lt;br /&gt;In your presence, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;We seek your Face&lt;br /&gt;We seek your Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no higher calling&lt;br /&gt;No greater honor&lt;br /&gt;Than to bow&lt;br /&gt;and kneel before your throne&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at your glory&lt;br /&gt;embraced by your mercy&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, I live to worship you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to blog again! The past few days have bogged me down with studying for 2 quizes, projects, outings, catching up with friends, planning parties, worship leading, youths, teaching and learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been eventful yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beggining of the week I was down with flu and sorethroat! Besides being physically sick and having a lower level of concentration and participation in class and during projects, it didnt really affected my enthusiasm towards worship on Thursday:) Thankfully! It's quite cool actually - the worship practise and session that is! Quite interestingly, I got to meet up with new faces I never seen before in crusade and learn how to co-ordinate and lead worship! Thanks to my fabulous team!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday's message was on emotional freedom. And I took reaaal long to choose the songs!! Such a theme! Well, the pianist commented that some of the songs were rather "emo" and we decided to not play so much of the introduction or go to the chorus straight away. The topic is on emotional FREEDOM we dont want them to become so emo after that dont we? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday today. And I went down and help out at the youth. Some of them were having their worship practice just before the worship session. And it's really amusing to see those talented young teens switch from one instrument to another and can even teach the bassist while playing and leading worship (since the pianist was held up playing for children's ministry during practice). Multi-tasking! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight of my week was on Saturday. I was at the mosiac festival. And guess what??? My 2 very good friends were so engrossed with the the bassist from the Korean band Rock Tigers that we gotta dragged them away! haha - He's quite cute actually;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yar that practically sums up my entire week. This week's gonna be even more exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-2952193624170799402?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/2952193624170799402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=2952193624170799402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/2952193624170799402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/2952193624170799402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2007/03/down-at-your-feet-oh-lord-is-most-high.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-3333611023862258084</id><published>2007-02-20T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:05:38.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God is a good God,&lt;br /&gt;A loving Father who provides and watches over His children.&lt;br /&gt;Even when things dont seem to go right,&lt;br /&gt;He is there beside me&lt;br /&gt;I would not be that shaken. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I call to the Lord, who is worthy of praise, and I am saved from my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 18:2-3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-3333611023862258084?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/3333611023862258084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=3333611023862258084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/3333611023862258084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/3333611023862258084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2007/02/after-all-these-years-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-2704436001057852793</id><published>2007-02-20T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T14:38:16.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm in a game of tai ti.&lt;br /&gt;I have good cards.&lt;br /&gt;But I dont know how to play them well.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly me to the moon&lt;br /&gt;And let me play among the stars&lt;br /&gt;Let me see what spring is like&lt;br /&gt;On Jupiter and Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-2704436001057852793?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/2704436001057852793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=2704436001057852793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/2704436001057852793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/2704436001057852793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-feel-like-im-in-game-of-tai-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-1864512996186700151</id><published>2007-02-16T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T07:33:59.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I went back last night, I was quite surprised to see my place decorated with chinese new year firecrackers and a table set up specially to put mandrian oranges. My mum has really gotten into the festive mood of CNY!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that I had to go back to school on Wednesday from 6 to 7pm for project work and just for one hour! and on Valentine's day during dinner time (which is to be spend with my friends!!) Oh well! The presentation the next day went well:) And here are some pictures to entertain you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are my two bestest girlfriends. The one in right is Crystal and Cindy's the naughty one holding the sign over her.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/RdaF4j8yczI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6yrtyQnn_tg/s1600-h/crystal+and+cindy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032356840402481970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/RdaF4j8yczI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6yrtyQnn_tg/s320/crystal+and+cindy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/RdaEZT8ycxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fZXaauHZAjo/s1600-h/available.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032355204019942162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="191" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/RdaEZT8ycxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fZXaauHZAjo/s320/available.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I just went in to bento box at Jurong Point, they asked me to smile and Jason took a picture. I didnt even know that they put a sign in front of me la. I get bullied by my friends!! hahahaaha&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/RdaFBj8ycyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/llj_sQux_Zw/s1600-h/reserved.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032355895509676834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="216" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/RdaFBj8ycyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/llj_sQux_Zw/s320/reserved.JPG" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well here's a better picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there was Crusade Steamboat yesterday! The turn out was till about 50 plus? We had 5 tables and here is my good friends from my table:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/RdaHxT8yc0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/XFNhFvjDXbM/s1600-h/reunion+dinner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032358914871685954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/RdaHxT8yc0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/XFNhFvjDXbM/s320/reunion+dinner.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we went for dessert at the place further down from the steam boat place:) And since there wasnt enough seats, the guys had to be the poor ones who sit in the road side to eat ..haha. Cool pic!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/RdaJOT8yc1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ACqm51Msm3Q/s1600-h/guys+in+front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032360512599520082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/RdaJOT8yc1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ACqm51Msm3Q/s320/guys+in+front.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/RdaMuz8yc3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/4WXG_Vzmepw/s1600-h/CIMG1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032364369480151922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/RdaMuz8yc3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/4WXG_Vzmepw/s320/CIMG1507.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closer look at the girls :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/RdaLuz8yc2I/AAAAAAAAABI/LxjXdFVGo_Q/s1600-h/CIMG1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032363269968524130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/RdaLuz8yc2I/AAAAAAAAABI/LxjXdFVGo_Q/s320/CIMG1499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh OH OHHHH.. The most funniest thing that happened yesterday was that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was this guy wearing the cai shen ye outfit with his whole face painted red. And he came behind Cindy and Crystal to give them well wishes.. And and they turned around and both of them screamed their hearts out!! and Cindy in shock fell to the floor... hahaha... okok, they are so adorable! hahahaa.. really had fun with these people :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-1864512996186700151?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/1864512996186700151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=1864512996186700151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/1864512996186700151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/1864512996186700151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-i-went-back-last-night-i-was-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yqUYkvrmTf0/RdaF4j8yczI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6yrtyQnn_tg/s72-c/crystal+and+cindy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13381059.post-117120131602846801</id><published>2007-02-11T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T05:46:22.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm quite happy today! The whole bunch of youths and young adults headed down to Kallang Sea Sports club for.... Dragon Boating!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty easy dragon boating actually, just that the physical strength and coordination makes all the difference if you wanna go fast :) Our dragon boat team won the race of course (out of 4)! haha.. Most of the young adults were on my team. That's the reason! And yes we were enthusiastic about chasing all the other boats and giving them a good splash. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructors (graduates from ngee ann poly) did allow some of us to stand at the front of the boat. Initially I was quite shy in wanting to go up and try. But at the end I didnt give it a miss. haha :) Those that went up, the rest tried to rock the boat till the person topple. But it wasnt that hard to balance yourself actually once you get the momentum of the rocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. Racheal was my partner and I got to know her and others a little better. She rocks man.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. Managed to catch up with that Mr He too. haha.. Got on his nerves the whole time round (in a good sense of course!) :)And my friend Mr Ong is super happy today hor? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is actually quite settled now that my application has been submitted. Well results are out on the 22nd of this month. Wish me all the best people. I'm on another journey with Him and I'm a happy child of His. Let me reveal in Your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on the other hand is piling up. With commitments I know I must keep. Just had this accounting test that constitutes 20% of my grades and I just did what I could. Ting, it's time to get working! And a slacker like me really need some pushing and discipline. Yupp :) So cheerios to studying with my girl tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-117120131602846801?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/117120131602846801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=117120131602846801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/117120131602846801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/117120131602846801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-quite-happy-today-whole-bunch-of.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-117041810470911204</id><published>2007-02-02T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T04:08:24.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exciting! Exciting! Exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for Thursday! It's the campus day of prayer! Yesterday, a group of us went to put up the banner at Canteen B. Such a nice orange banner. Like the colour of my blog skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) And I bet on this Thursday for supper, when we break fast, some people will stuff all the meat they can into their mouths! hahahaah... kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I met up with Ju. I didnt know she visited my blog as well. I like to listen to her sharings. It's like when you are actually witnessing things happening around you that you just share and share and share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And And, I cant wait to catch up with Dor and Edlyn and Izzy and Andrea of course! It's been so longg.. and I cant wait to hug Caroline :) hahaahaha... so adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-117041810470911204?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/117041810470911204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=117041810470911204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/117041810470911204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/117041810470911204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2007/02/exciting-exciting-exciting-i-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-116990065374419058</id><published>2007-01-27T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T04:24:13.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently on an msn fast for 13 days, I think it's doing me well. There's more time for me to do my work, to research on the things I'm to do, to take a back seat once in a while, sit down and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using this time to apply for my Professional Attachment and considering exchange for my year 3 sem 1. A lot of adjustments to be made. Gotta change my group if I'm going overseas. This equates to having make new friends when I'm back in Singapore again in my last semester. Have to clear all my electives overseas. Which means I cant use them to up my GPA. And the job opportunities available in year 3 sem 1 is yet another tricky issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the obstacles, I seem to have the optimism of just applying and see which doors are open and which doors are close. My results are put at a line, so are my friends, my comfort zone, my future job availiability and almost everything I hold dear. Once again, I'm put into a new area. An unfamiliar one. Maybe everytime I'm at a cross roads, God just want me to draw back to Him. Maybe things wont be so bad after all. Maybe He will surprise me. Yes He will :) I just love surprises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel quite silly sometimes. Where I make decisions that like is illogical at times. And I tell myself it's illogical and not practical. But I still make them anyway. Just against me to do so and yet sometimes I just cant help it but fix it and go ahead. Maybe that's the mystery of life. You dont know what's ahead. Can imagine all you want. But you dont know means you dont know. Maybe that's the thrill of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where certainity gives stability, the uncertain future stirs an even brighter hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-listening to David Crowder Band - Illuminate - Stars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-116990065374419058?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116990065374419058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=116990065374419058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116990065374419058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116990065374419058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-on-msn-fast-for-13-days-i.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-116987863122562649</id><published>2007-01-26T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T22:17:11.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All the world's a stage,&lt;br /&gt;And all the men and women merely players;&lt;br /&gt;They have their exits and their entrances,&lt;br /&gt;And one man in his time plays many parts,&lt;br /&gt;His acts being seven ages.&lt;br /&gt;-Shakespere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the camera act with this part of Shakespere in it. So much depth and views of life in such simple words. And I love my saturday afternoons where I catch up with a reading of my poems:) but gonna return the book soon :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Cindy CPC's 21st birthday party. The girl is on her way to a new phase of life now. A gorgeous lady in the making! We bought 9 presents for her (counted in her favourite number) and you must she the dress we made her wear. She was like transformed into this beautiful lady. And we singing the song, "You look beautiful tonight" with the lights dim and the instruments on, and of course with a little tinkle to the lyrics made her so very touched. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures should be up soon. When I recieve them that is. haha. Cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-116987863122562649?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116987863122562649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=116987863122562649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116987863122562649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116987863122562649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-worlds-stage-and-all-men-and-women.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-116964497050356774</id><published>2007-01-24T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T05:26:43.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:) just some pics we took when we went to Thailand for our holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4047/1173/1600/194421/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4047/1173/320/518192/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters and I. Actually we were riding on the bumpy ox cart when the picture was taken. And so, by the sudden bump of the ox cart, the picture was snapped with my other sister's face half in. hahahaha.. ok la ok.. show you a better picture of all 4 of us.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4047/1173/1600/61187/IMG_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4047/1173/320/367033/IMG_0025.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm in a happy mood today. And so you all will be rewarded with some pictures from my exquiste list :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4047/1173/1600/281970/artistic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4047/1173/320/630932/artistic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool right this pic. It's taken at the bridge at clare quay. Named artistic. Posed with style. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4047/1173/1600/525994/southern%20cross%20thailand%202006%20fotos%20%28312%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4047/1173/320/391761/southern%20cross%20thailand%202006%20fotos%20%28312%29.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture taken during my Gen12ii trip to Thailand. Look at the clouds. So breath-taking. They are like being holded in mid-air. I'm amazed at the beauty of His creation. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4047/1173/1600/223242/southern%20cross%20thailand%202006%20fotos%20%28405%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4047/1173/320/305627/southern%20cross%20thailand%202006%20fotos%20%28405%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course when you go to such places, one can not ever miss the huge gianantic prawns! Thay looked like mini lobsters la! This prawn cost S$2.50. Not THAT cheap though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my pictures have ended here. Cause it cant upload anymore!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-116964497050356774?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116964497050356774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=116964497050356774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116964497050356774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116964497050356774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-some-pics-we-took-when-we-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-116913485665952849</id><published>2007-01-18T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T07:40:56.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lord, you know my heart. And my heart cant lie. Though deceiving are the thoughts of men.&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly.&lt;br /&gt;And yet my heart is for people.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I can be so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not undivided. It will not be.&lt;br /&gt;It's in the wait.&lt;br /&gt;And the wait is to be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make a choice.&lt;br /&gt;An action.&lt;br /&gt;A faith step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, lead me to the better of the 2 good decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Be my centre.&lt;br /&gt;Be my strength, be my guide, be my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the one that I fear more?&lt;br /&gt;That requires more faith?&lt;br /&gt;That is more uncertain?&lt;br /&gt;Both are uncertain. How can you tell the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let others the opportunity to grow? While I have both areas available?&lt;br /&gt;I never plan to end this entry on a note full of questions. And I'm full of questions.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I no need an answer.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to set my heart on something. And that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Easy as it seems, yes?&lt;br /&gt;It's really not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, on another note, yet again another person asked me this.&lt;br /&gt;I say this huh..&lt;br /&gt;I'm melancholic-sanguine. The extremes of both personalities. That's when I last did the test  like 6 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not some sort of sterotype or trap on myself. It's just a personality make-up and yes it can be spirit-controlled. And I have changed from there.&lt;br /&gt;And when I look sad, I may not be sad!&lt;br /&gt;Looks are decieving!!! I keep on saying!!!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-116913485665952849?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116913485665952849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=116913485665952849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116913485665952849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116913485665952849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2007/01/lord-you-know-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-116878146373425505</id><published>2007-01-14T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T05:31:03.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where your heart is where your treasure will be also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tables turn and there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obedience versus desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncompromising obedience? what is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish decision. I really dont know. Or do I want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) my entry is random. But I have always been random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-116878146373425505?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116878146373425505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=116878146373425505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116878146373425505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116878146373425505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2007/01/where-your-heart-is-where-your.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-116808094786679806</id><published>2007-01-06T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T02:55:47.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decisions doesnt come so easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when there are various possibilities and even choosing between just 2 have high opportunity cost. I used to be so frantic about decisions as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm at a crossroad once again. But this time I want to enjoy the wait process. Cause looking at the goal or the end result, I know everything has been mapped out in His time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me quote to you this extract from a book of poems:&lt;br /&gt;We are so keen to interpret the mysteries of the world. The mind likes to settle for one answer or another. But to stay open to the possibility, to feel the experience, whatever it is, without nailing it down with a plausible explanation; that is a more difficult, yet, I believe, a richer, deeper response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always plan and always have plans. And there's this plan to kill 2 birds in one stone. And yet I'll wait. If it's Your will, let it be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-116808094786679806?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116808094786679806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=116808094786679806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116808094786679806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116808094786679806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2007/01/decisions-doesnt-come-so-easy-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-116806791089074797</id><published>2007-01-05T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:18:30.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every beginning&lt;br /&gt;is only a sequel, after all,&lt;br /&gt;and the book of events&lt;br /&gt;is always open halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   -Wislawa Szymborska&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-116806791089074797?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116806791089074797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=116806791089074797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116806791089074797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116806791089074797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2007/01/every-beginning-is-only-sequel-after.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-116779778709983207</id><published>2007-01-02T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:16:27.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:) with my large cup of drink and the pile of books by my side, I'm happy. Really happy. Somethings you just enjoy doing that it makes you engrossed in it :) I am reliving my past days where literature is just a part of me - A book on poems, one of Shakespeare, another about Sigmund Freud and a best selling author of detective mysteries. Hopefully I would have the time to complete them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this Semester, I don't know how to thank God enough for loving me and showing Himself to be such a detailed caring God. Every single minute detail, He plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for:&lt;br /&gt;1) Favor from my teachers and classmates - they were so encouraging and open to suggestions&lt;br /&gt;2) My DG girls - seeing how they step up to serve even in Crusade&lt;br /&gt;3) Stretching me out of my comfort zone - in areas of facilitating groups and emceeing&lt;br /&gt;4) The joy of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;5) Allowing me to know funky people from ADM :) through my Literature class&lt;br /&gt;6) Friends - Really got to build closer friendships&lt;br /&gt;7) My SM! - Her positive spirit is really an encouragement for me - and DG supporting me :)&lt;br /&gt;8) People in church that give me the opportunity to serve&lt;br /&gt;9) My parents - they give me more room and space to explore things for myself to grow&lt;br /&gt;10)  Changing my heart to love others more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the new sem I look&lt;br /&gt;Where does my hope comes from?&lt;br /&gt;To Him I seek&lt;br /&gt;And in Him I place my trust in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Semester was good.&lt;br /&gt;This Semester is going to be better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-116779778709983207?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116779778709983207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=116779778709983207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116779778709983207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116779778709983207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2007/01/with-my-large-cup-of-drink-and-pile-of.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-116385338161034933</id><published>2006-11-18T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T04:41:53.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age with Grace</title><content type='html'>Just saw a women in her mid 30s? 40s? Singing a slow moving Chinese song then branching into quicker numbers of that same song while dancing to the beat. Wow. I want to be like that when I age. Still having that same jest towards life. That charm that resound. With that glow on my face. - To age with Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes what we're troubled with now seems so insignificant when we look at the bigger picture in life. The things that matter so much now is nothing compared to the person we're to become - That life that we want to grap hold of and live. Those doubts and insecurities simply just hinder us from moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with one of my dearest girlfriends a day ago. Like how much we, in the circle of friends, really mature and grow spiritually, mentally, emotionally. Wow. God's been good. And really being able to witness the growth in yourself and especailly in the close friends around you is really quite fulfiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invest into others' lives, my friends. And be filled with His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Ting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-116385338161034933?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116385338161034933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=116385338161034933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116385338161034933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116385338161034933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/11/age-with-grace.html' title='Age with Grace'/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-116351134430271851</id><published>2006-11-14T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:35:44.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A modified version of the email I sent to my support group in church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so so so long since I last typed a letter or update my blog! My blog has some problems with the design function that's why I couldnt publish my recent entries :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, this period is one of exams exams exams.. But you know, I'm really joyful these days. The past sem repercussions of exam stress and anxiety some how has been left in the hands of our Lord Jesus. Really, I even had the time to really play hard during the exams - like going for a jog, even acted in the film for the up-coming Christmas program and watch movie even. And I have the luxury of even not doing any work at night! God really have been good to me this whole semester. I can only stand to testify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babes, the whole past first year was so draining for me - be it emotionally, physically, mentally and even spiritually. But I'm so so so thankful :) Compared to year 2, the difference is just drastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog more. And will catch up with you all again. Miss you all very very much! -hugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-116351134430271851?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116351134430271851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=116351134430271851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116351134430271851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116351134430271851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/11/modified-version-of-email-i-sent-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-116204941279802397</id><published>2006-10-28T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T08:30:12.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel a bit imature. But it's good: cause only when you feel imature that you're maturing. Said by someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I went for a wake.&lt;br /&gt;Evoke different emotions in me.&lt;br /&gt;I can identify with the older brother. Sometimes, it's so important for the child to know that their parents' are proud of them. And especially being so young, this affirmation is all the more essential to tie him through tough times.&lt;br /&gt;I also feel for their dearest daughter. It's really hard on her especially since O-levels is just 2 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, just being there is all I can do. And all one needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once put on his blog: The perfect marriage is not when the perfect couple come together. It’s when two imperfect individuals spend their life time learning to enjoy each other’s differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wonderful isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Sunday! And I'm quite excited. Time to recieve and time to give. And I'm glad my friend is coming down to my young adults' service. And then gonna meet up with my girl to study! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, I took back something today. What I want to be remembered for :) What do you want to be remembered for? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-116204941279802397?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/116204941279802397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=116204941279802397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116204941279802397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/116204941279802397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-bit-imature.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-115788407658061017</id><published>2006-09-10T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T03:27:56.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having lunch with the Young Adults at Pek Kio market. It all started with William ordering 2 plates of char siew mee. The rest of the guys only ordered 1 plate each. Then when the orders came, Ryan was like: "I think I can finish this in only 3 mouthfuls. Hey Hwee Lee (who was at the very front of the long long duck rice store que nearby), help me order a plate of duck rice, change it to yam rice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Andrew went: "Hey Hwee Lee, me too!" Then Andrew ranted on: "Wa Lao, I like eat 5 meals a day and still super skinny. Ok, the first meal is like a snack - curry puff and milk - then the rest are like main meals man! I like lose weight super fast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt; the guys at my table was like eating 2 plates of food each la.. except Joshua who &lt;em&gt;HAD&lt;/em&gt; eaten before he came for lunch with us and had only a plate of noodles, but &lt;em&gt;STILL..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. they really &lt;em&gt;ARE&lt;/em&gt; amusing la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, next up was the bowling alley at the civil service  club. I was like struggling with the decision whether to go or not.. considering I didnt really like bowling. But I was glad I went la :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn brought her friend and Ryan's friend surprisingly was also able to make it :) At first I wasnt put into any group, then one of them didnt want to play and so I replaced her. The people in my group consisted of &lt;em&gt;Zai&lt;/em&gt; bowlers la - Judith, Jonathan and his girlfriend Alice. At first I was like .. huh, put a beginner in this group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha.. but then again, the group beside us were my good old pals, Andrew, William, Ryan and his friend Derek. And William like had triple strike for his last goal la - &lt;em&gt;Turkey&lt;/em&gt; - they called it. Zai right? haha.. Anyway, Andrew And I were the weakest in our group. But under the monitoring of Wilz, we improved! My first 10 lanes hit an ALL TIME LOW of 28 points la. Then the next 10 lanes my scored improved to 68. A slight improvement for myself la :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I was quite delighted today was that I was able to catch up with my very good friend in church. :)&lt;br /&gt;About your decision dude, I must admit I am quite sad. But as a friend I'll be here for you la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-115788407658061017?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115788407658061017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=115788407658061017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115788407658061017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115788407658061017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-was-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-115781693128856043</id><published>2006-09-09T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T09:06:36.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music is just so uplifting.&lt;br /&gt;It's an avenue I turn to when I want to reflect,&lt;br /&gt;when I want to relax,&lt;br /&gt;when I am down,&lt;br /&gt;when I want to dance,&lt;br /&gt;when I want to express,&lt;br /&gt;when I want to dwel in His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent been blogging for sometime since school started.&lt;br /&gt;How have I been since the last time you ask?&lt;br /&gt;It's been great! So many things have happened that slowly probe me out of my comfort zone. And yet again, I'm enjoying every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a group of girls I'm taking for dg :)&lt;br /&gt;Just conducted the first session last friday. I'm thankful they are quite open. Although only 2 out of the 4 turned up, I was quite encouraged by the open sharing that went along.&lt;br /&gt;We sure got a lot to learn from each other. And hopefully, we'll all be there for each other in campus in time to come and for the years ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a year 2 senior myself, things are so much more settled for me. Be it adjustment to timetable, the friends I made, the ministry I'm in, the purpose that drives me, the enjoyment of friendships, the late night canteen suppers..&lt;br /&gt;Sure, things are always progressing, constantly pushing me to my limits. But I'm so so much more happier. You know what I really like about school? Like along my way from the north spine to the south, or vice versa, you like meet friends along the way. And it suddenly makes life so much more fulfilling. Not just people from your same course, but all over. And we have this lecture in which a number of my friends registered - Forensic Science - really good time of catching up when we want to distract ourselves from the gory slides on the screen ..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala&lt;br /&gt;gotta go peeps!&lt;br /&gt;cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-115781693128856043?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115781693128856043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=115781693128856043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115781693128856043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115781693128856043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/09/music-is-just-so-uplifting.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-115573126045111052</id><published>2006-08-16T04:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T05:27:40.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebel at Heart</title><content type='html'>There is one specific class that I love as much as I hate. I love thefun, exciting approach to lessons and the thrill of presentations, the raking of brains to charm my classmates, the laughter :) I detest the bench marking, sterotyping and brainwashing of ideas to my "think a lot" head, which affects me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out of that class feeling pretty stressed. - not stressed - the word should be proactive - in the sense which might lead me to future stresses. It simply heightens up my ambitious, "simply being in a lot of things yet accomplishing none" state of mind, increases worries, anxieties and fears. It's the continuation of the class I did well in my first Semester in year one - totally liking and hating it at the same time. This class is none other than Communication Management and Strategies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do see the importance of being able to relate your ideas well to others. To express yourself clearly and all :) It's just that the teacher or maybe the objective of the course is somehow brainwashing us to value achievements, "zainess", "politically correct" way of answering interview questions. Achievements - in a sense to stand out from the rest of the other resumes and interviewees. Nothing wrong with my sentence. Nothing wrong with that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I was complaining to my friend when I walked out of the seminar room, that I dont like what they are advocating. Like everything you say is about communication. Is intentional. Nothing much is out of the joy and fun of it. Or even of the innocence of it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;They are like "brainwashing" us in terms of valuing achievements in this elite society - Elitism - the word is. And as I, I must confessed, still finding my grounding in God's word, was affected initially. I was telling my non-Christian friend that I mean I dont want to find my value or worth in the achievements that I accomplished. And being a Christian myself, I must secure my worth in Him and not be measured accordingly to the world's standards. And my friend replied: Yar, I dont get it. Why must they make us up into highflying managers and all. Isn't it wrong to simply want to open a shop and sell stuff and be happy?&lt;br /&gt;It's stable friends like these that keep me sane. :) And for the very first time, I gave her a big hug. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;And you know what I sometimes like to do? The exact opposite. And this is the way I sometimes view people as well. A rebel at heart I am :)&lt;br /&gt;After satisfied with all my nonsencial rantings, this is what I want to put across. I put things very simply to people (which doesnt mean I am straightforward in thinking) I think this semester will be a trying semester. Especially I have such a class 2 times a week! And my commitments, be it to church or crusade or even my personal values I belief in, might be tested. Yet what I look forward to at the end of it all, is a stronger, commited and grounded servant of the Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Somethings people just take it as a pinch of salt. And that I will learn. Till the world has no hold on me.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on the experiences I have gone through, I really do not want to fall back into it's trap. I really want to move on. And it's only by the power of the Holy Spirit I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to be a Child of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-115573126045111052?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115573126045111052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=115573126045111052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115573126045111052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115573126045111052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/08/rebel-at-heart_16.html' title='Rebel at Heart'/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-115462015477738418</id><published>2006-08-03T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T08:56:05.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;Just a short update. The FOC went really really well. Not in terms of human expectations. But the way God makes all the things work together despite some hidden setbacks. hmm.. Actually for a camp to be called a worthwhile camp, don't there need to be setbacks so that we know that God is sovereign over all? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful to God for not only specifically bringing to us 28 freshmen but also for the smooth flow of everything. And hearing the willingness of some freshmen in my group so geared towards making a difference in their Uni days for God really spur me on. Wanna say a big thankyou for all the TLs and ATLs that also agreed to help facilitate the groups! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, I think people all see me running about in the camp - getting keys for and from people, opening logistics door, handing out paper cups and all. Like one busy fellow. I mentioned to my group that I feel like an auntie running about with papercups and all.. then Julianna said: "You know what? We need aunties in Crusade too!"&lt;br /&gt;Thanks huh.. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there were a lot of impromptu testimonial sharings by people especially the emcees. Like everyone was a ninja crusader before, now this sem fixing their minds on wanting to make the commitment to serve. Very encouraging. And even more so, I can witness people growing in character and in their trust in the Lord. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last Sunday I went for the k-box. Just imagine. Me and K-box. Neverthough it clicked in the first place. Haha.. But there's a first for everything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many other activities coming up. And school's starting. Trying to get back in the momentum and yet trusting God for a different semester. Something beyond my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To see God work -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-115462015477738418?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115462015477738418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=115462015477738418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115462015477738418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115462015477738418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hi-guys-just-short-update.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-115357465671629991</id><published>2006-07-22T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T06:24:16.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man oh man oh man oh man.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; excited!&lt;br /&gt;About how the commercials for the FOC finale night will turn out.. hahahahaha. Spot me if you can! You sure can la!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gonna hide my face after foc :( so embarassing! But all in the name of fun. Hahahaha.. That Andrea lor. Refuse to be one of the 3. And make me wear her cheerleading skirt. Well, not gonna leak more..&lt;br /&gt;You go foc and check it out!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think my SM (Wei Yee) was so scared that I was her disciple cause I "looked" super serious and asked super "cheem" questions.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks are decieving, my friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-115357465671629991?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115357465671629991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=115357465671629991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115357465671629991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115357465671629991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-man-oh-man-oh-man-oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-115324408262720237</id><published>2006-07-18T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T10:34:44.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pointing to the Pocari &lt;em&gt;Sweat&lt;/em&gt; can of drink in NTUC,&lt;br /&gt;My Dad (mischievously): Why would anyone want to drink &lt;em&gt;sweat&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Me (with this grin on my face): Cause when they &lt;em&gt;sweat&lt;/em&gt; they need to replenish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mum had found her food paradize. Which would last for a full week at least. You can find all sorts of food there. Anything. Durian pancakes, Octopus Balls, Salted Chicken, Ice balls... You name it, you get it. And I'm quite thankful for that. It means we'll get a variety of desserts or snacks for this period of time. That's what the food festivals are for aren't they!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow is the breifing for the TLs and ATLs. Hmm, Am I excited about the camp? Yes!!! And thank God! Got the breakfast thing settled. Now for the finale night and the supper... One down, 2 more to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you all something. My role as a Admin co-ordinator have many responsibilities for me to play and many roles I must assimulate. There's the setting up of website, the booking of facilities, the liasing with the food caterer, the publicizing of brochures, the groupings, first aid... which I am but overseeing.  But tell you all something. I love my job! It ties in so nicely with what I enjoy doing. A job part admin, part like public relations, part with dealing with money. It's something like the jobs I take up through my secondary school years. As a class treasurer, as a public relations officer.. as .. as..&lt;br /&gt;You know what I really really learn? I think in carrying out my duties is simply different in school and in Campus Crusade. Of course it should not be any different - the way I must like commit my reaponsibilities to God. But the line that distinguishes it all is that the people you're working with in a Christian Organization is inevitably much more focus on praying and witnessing God work rather than using one's own strength. The approach is quite different. And it simply time and again remind myself that God is in control. It does take a whole lot of load off my shoulder (like the verse that goes my yoke is light) cause whatever we do there is like nobody other than the Great I Am to be responsible to. And guess who's our boss? The one that created the heavens and the earth. Wow. such an honour. And how cool is that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note,&lt;br /&gt;My illness have made me miss out on some of the major events that I had been looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Valerie's birthday celebration at minds cafe for one.&lt;br /&gt;The crusade outing to Sentosa then Sakae Sushi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-115324408262720237?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115324408262720237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=115324408262720237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115324408262720237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115324408262720237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/07/pointing-to-pocari-sweat-can-of-drink.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-115305365611307288</id><published>2006-07-16T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T05:40:56.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huddling on my bed with my blanket tightly wrapped around&lt;br /&gt;With 2 packets of vicks drops on my side table&lt;br /&gt;And a cup of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's times like these that I love my labtop to the moon and back.&lt;br /&gt;And am thankful for friends around that take the place of my "right hand" for this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need some rest now. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-115305365611307288?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115305365611307288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=115305365611307288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115305365611307288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115305365611307288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/07/huddling-on-my-bed-with-my-blanket.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-115278873980789814</id><published>2006-07-13T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T04:10:52.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found a new love - Squash.&lt;br /&gt;Initailly, it's quite tiring and you gotta be so nimble in your actions and cannot slack for a moment or you cant hit back the ball. But then, it makes you constantly alert and quick in reflex action. And playing with a good friend just keep the spirit in you up. Focusing more on the game instead on the tiredness. And when a good game is played. Wow. I like the feeling of not only accomplishment but this feeling that you played until you are exhausted. Am sure Andrea would agree with me :) She's real good by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked running. Still do. It somehow not only allows you to have some time with the Father but also trains your stamina. But with a team game or sport, the motivation is just there. Now I see the difference between team game and running. And with that, maybe, just maybe, I might play tennis again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that dogs are quite friendly and cute after all. I used to shun away from them, not because I was scared of them, but because they might, I say MIGHT carry diseases and I don't really like them licking me. I had to confess that I used to wonder why 3 out of 4 of my good girl pals keep dogs. I think the cleaning and washing and caring for the dog requires commitment and energy. However, Doreen's dog was so adorable and disciplined. Like a cosy teddy bear. If the dog is well-trained, and kept clean, they are not so bad after all. It is also good discipline on the part of the owners. My perception towards dogs have changed! (if they are kept clean that is)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-115278873980789814?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115278873980789814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=115278873980789814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115278873980789814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115278873980789814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-found-new-love-squash.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-115271261279947719</id><published>2006-07-12T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T03:34:30.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is not the lovely-dovely feeling that you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the little things you do for your sister that you go out all the way to do or do the little things you take for granted. That is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt. Or &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-115271261279947719?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115271261279947719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=115271261279947719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115271261279947719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115271261279947719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-is-not-lovely-dovely-feeling-that.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-115164166915254702</id><published>2006-06-29T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T04:03:50.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been 4 years since I've been to a church camp. And without having to prepare for O'levels or A'levels, it gave me no excuse to attend my church camp this June. I thank God for His mercy. I brought my burdens and worries to the camp. And for the first 2 days I wasn't able to really mix well with others maybe because I was too preoccupied with my thoughts. I was really unusually quiet, and kept to myself most of the time. It was really only on the 3rd morning of the camp that when I fasted and prayed during my quiet time that God really spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;The night before, there was an alter call to be prayed for. Many of them went up for prayer but I didn't. Didn't really feel the need to. But later my mum prompted to me that it'll be good to be prayed for by the speaker because God has anointed Him in certain ways. So that very morning, I qued up behind the que of adults waiting for him to sign on his books, and asked him for prayer. He asked me what I wanted to be prayed for. And I replied "To be filled with the Holy Spirit daily". And really that was what I needed. He had this surprising look on his face before he begin to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;The Father heart of God - that was the theme of the camp. And every time I watched the slide show, I am still amazed and in awe of His perfect love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fathersloveletter.com/fllpreviewlarge.html"&gt;http://fathersloveletter.com/fllpreviewlarge.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from the Spiritual Multiplier training camp last night. I'm really so thankful for the many opportunities that God gave to me to listen to people - to pray for them and to be prayed for. The camp lasted a short 2 days one night. And despite much time spent to practise with Linjin on the guitar for worship on Thurday morning, there were times throughout the camp where I spent personal time knowing my friends better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank God for :-&lt;br /&gt;1) His mercy and grace despite my shortcomings&lt;br /&gt;2) Really showing me His love by placing specific individuals that allowed me to share with&lt;br /&gt;3) For the good communication between Linjin and I during worship pratice (It was the first time for both of us!)&lt;br /&gt;4) For being present on Thursday morning&lt;br /&gt;5) Giving me the opportunity to learn how to disciple others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think Crusade is a good place where one can been better equiped in discipleship and in evangelism. And in mixing with like-minded people in terms of seeking God, I think I am spurred to live a more Godly life. It is an environment that people share your struggles as a student but yet bear each others burdens, and double each other's joy. In such an environment, and with the empowering of the Holy Spirit, I find release in being able to find so much freedom in being able to love others as God would have me to. Without which, knowing my selfish nature, I would be unable to. And without submitting to God, I know that by my own strength, I would not be able to see the breakthrough in living a life that I desire. There is so much fulfillment in being empowered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to encourage those Christians entering Uni to really seek a group that share the same purpose and passion for Christ - be it in church or in the University itself. It is so easy to be sweep away with the pressures of the world and so it is so much more essential that we not lose sight of the faith we believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the vine, you are the branches; he who abides in Me, and I in him, he bears much fruit; for apart from Me you can do nothing"&lt;br /&gt;John 15:5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-115164166915254702?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115164166915254702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=115164166915254702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115164166915254702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115164166915254702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-been-4-years-since-ive-been-to.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-115112453920425062</id><published>2006-06-23T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T21:48:59.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God loves you. Personally. Powerfully. Passionately.&lt;br /&gt;Others have promised and failed.&lt;br /&gt;But God has promised and succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;He loves you with an unfailing love.&lt;br /&gt;And His love - If you will let it - can fill you&lt;br /&gt;And leave you with a love worth giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Max Lucado (A love worth giving)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-115112453920425062?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115112453920425062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=115112453920425062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115112453920425062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115112453920425062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/06/god-loves-you.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-115034588540930612</id><published>2006-06-14T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:31:25.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was looking through my parent’s bookshelf when I came across this old book entitled The Perfect Will Of God by G. Christian Weiss. As I was reading it, this chapter – &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It is possible to miss God’s will and plan&lt;/span&gt; did speak to me. Hope it will speak to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a student in Christian training, one of my teachers startled our ears one morning in class by saying, “I have lived most of my life on God’s second best.” Following that remark, instead of devoting the class period to the lesson for the day, he felt prompted by the Spirit to tell us his story. God had manifestly called him to be a missionary in his younger years. He turned aside from this course, through marriage. He had in fact practically given up Christian work and begun a selfish business life as cashier in a bank, with the primary purpose of setting up a nice home and making money. The Spirit of God kept dealing with him, but there was no yielding. A number of years passed. Then one day there was a telephone call to the bank. Their small child had toppled over in her high chair and was dead. It took that bitter experience to bring that Christian to the place of surrender. After he spent a night alone with God on his knees, in tears and agony, the surrender came. But it was too late now to go to Africa; his disobedience of earlier years had closed that door forever, though he knew God had once called him.&lt;br /&gt;            What was to be done in a case like that? Surrendering himself then and there utterly to God, with a broken and contrite heart, this man pleaded with the Lord to take up the tangled threads of his disobedient life and make the wreckage whatever He could. God heard that prayer, and gave him a useful and quite fruitful ministry the rest of his days. He was the means eventually of training and helping to send out other missionaries. But, as he testified with tears to us young men that morning, he had missed God’s first and highest choice for his life and had been living on His second best.&lt;br /&gt;            I have since met numerous people who have borne similar testimony. Usually these testimonies have been bathed, or at least marked, with bitter tears. For, while, thank God, He has ways of using even those who have sinned and have gone past that single entrance into the channel of Hid perfect will, life can never be the way He originally intended it. It is a tragedy to miss the perfect will of God for one’s life. Christian, mark well these words and this testimony, lest you too miss His first choice. God doubtless will use any life that is submitted to His hands, anywhere along life’s pathway, but let us be among those who have sought and surrendered to His will at the outset of life’s journey, and thus avoid those painful and shameful detours of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            After I read this, I felt scared. Scared because what if God’s will is totally against mine? Like send me out of the mission field or something? And yet as a Christian, our purpose is to also discover God’s will for our lives. And who wants to settle for second best? I mean everyone knows what the politically correct answers to these questions. Like He will guide you through it and you need not be afraid. But there is fear still. Give me sometime to be really convicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Work in progress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-115034588540930612?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/115034588540930612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=115034588540930612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115034588540930612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/115034588540930612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-looking-through-my-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114987356339628951</id><published>2006-06-09T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:24:27.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:) someone came back from Aussie land today.&lt;br /&gt;And it just suddenly hit Val and I - home - that was the word.&lt;br /&gt;There is no place like home when all of us are reunited together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I managed to settle some stuff today which puts the past behind once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something. When I'm on my bed, and I look up at the sky to see the moon and stars. And think through what had happened during the day. And when I feel really joyful, I think to myself - It's been a good day :) I'll live the next day with even more confidence that my Father in heaven will bring me through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114987356339628951?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114987356339628951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114987356339628951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114987356339628951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114987356339628951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/06/someone-came-back-from-aussie-land.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114930805488951775</id><published>2006-06-02T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T07:35:04.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/rainbow%20tapestry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/rainbow%20tapestry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In all wonder and awe, I proclaim that God, is amazing. He stitched the lives of 12 people, of so diverse characters, backgrounds, denominations, together through the course of a mission trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us represents a unique colour and are sewn together like a tapestry and through the grace of God, forms a fuller picture, serving each other through our different portfolios in love and unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how Pei Xin puts it, there are snippets of lessons that we learnt along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, We would like to thank the supporters who have supported us financially and through prayer. Our hearts can't express our gratefulness for your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms - Ephesians 6:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I started on this mission trip, I set 2 goals for myself. The first being – To have a closer walk with Him and see Him work in the midst of us. And the second is to learn from my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ. God has been more than good to me. He has taught me beyond what I could imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me walk you through the beginning few sessions of training for the trip, the lessons I have learnt from specific individuals until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lesson on Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, that I find in myself the incapacity to love others the way I want to and to be the person God wants for me to be. Ivan’s sharing on the greatest commandment: Jesus replied: “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: “Love your neighbour as yourself” - Matthew 22:37-38 really spoke to me. He was saying that though the verse is simple, to love God and to love others really is difficult. And they way I look at it, I really fall short of the glory of God and yet He loves me so dearly. I learnt that it is from the abundance of God’s love that overflows in us, then can we love one another. And like how Joshua puts it – Freedom is the power to do the things you ought to do. And during the whole trip I really felt the love from God and through my teammates. During the distribution at the pier and during Lobby ministry, I could feel the presence of God moving in the midst :) Especially before we ventured to the slums, I really feel for the people. My teammates are really a bunch of thoughtful people. Besides the numerous encouragement cards given to us throughout the course of the training and during the trip, we were also treated to Ginseng tea (from the long hours of brewing by Su Fung’s mother) and even services such as cut fruits served to us to our hotel doors – it does show a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lesson on Boldness in Expression and Deed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I have got Jane as my roommate. We had a long conversation on the first night and I think we both have this thing holding us from expressing ourselves. Take worship for example, dancing is an expression unto the Lord. And we confided in each other how conscious we were how others would view us that we do not really express our joy unto the Lord. But throughout the trip, I think through mutual encouragement by my roommate, I learn to express freedom in worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s begin from the training lessons. I always felt that my Chinese was not really good and singing Chinese songs, especially high notes is just not my forte. But really through the many practices, I could see myself grow in confidence. I remembered vividly the 3rd night at the pier. There was this bunch of Chinese tourists, a Christian in the midst of them. Su Fung was the translator between M (who spoke English) and the Chinese tourist. They started to videotape us when we begun singing the Chinese songs. Because of the fullness of joy that overflows from within, I sang the Chinese songs much more loudly. That, I noticed about myself. And the simple comment made by David - he guessed that I sang Soprano 2 in choir did make me question - that all along my thinking that I cant really sing high notes has been a lie? I think not only did I learn about lies and deceptions from the evil one. My roommate learnt that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I led the first devotion. If you were wondering why the devotion ended so shortly, the reason was because I was so nervous! Ha ha …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to thing of it, I worry for no reason. Firstly, in worship, singing and dancing is an expression of praise unto the Lord. Beside the fact that I shouldn't distract others, it is solely unto Him and Him alone. I think the dancing at the pier by even people older then my age really posted to me my sense of freedom of expression unto the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And secondly, sharing is to edify the body of Christ. And if it is what that truly speak to me, the fear of God should supercede whatever fear of men. As long as my heart is right with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that us having a break through in Lobby Evangelism also make me take a different approach in my view of breaking the ice with the Chinese tourist. Now what goes through my brain whenever I start conversations is:&lt;br /&gt;1) We are sharing the good news with others and why should one be afraid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I would recall how God worked when I took the first step of faith to share to my colleague a year ago and then I felt the presence of God. (Faith without deeds is dead – James 2: 26b)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Like how Jane puts it, the Chinese tourists most likely will forget what we say and so it is better to try then not to try at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lesson on the Importance of reading God’s word daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the door-to-door prayer, where we were put into groups of 2 to pray really tested my knowledge of the bible. I was with this prayer warrior (makes a funny face) who claimed on scriptures and even though my prayer was led by the Spirit, I recognized the importance of knowing the bible well and memorizing essential verses. They are of much help when we reached the dark portion of the row of rooms where there was insufficient light to allow us to read from our bibles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Verse that summarized this trip for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline – 2 Timothy 1:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Verse given to me by my roommate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I pray that, “God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, may give you the spirit of wisdom and revelation, so that you may know Him better. I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which He has called you, the riches of His glorious inheritance in the saints” – Ephesians 1:17-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What we took back with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that in one way or another, be it learning how to claim on verses and pray, in fanning our flame for the lost, in growing towards an even deeper walk with the Lord and even in learning how to love each other and resolving conflicts through the love of God, we all have gained valuable lessons through this trip. But we also recognize that these are not enough. It is in applying these lessons to our daily lives that is of outmost importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Short term mission trip with a long term change in our lives.&lt;/span&gt; That’s how I would like to put it. Some of us have graduated and are venturing soon into the working world, others have just completed the first year of their University; some are young Christians in the faith and others, Christians for many years; and not forgetting those in-between. It is my prayer and I also believe that it is yours too, that we go back yearning to have a deeper passion and closer walk with Him. That when trials and temptations come, May this mission trip be another milestone of how God has been faithful to us. And may we continue to abide in Him and live a life worth of His calling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank You Lord, for the trials I feel inside,&lt;br /&gt;That You’re there to help lead and guide me away from wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And I thank You Lord, for the patience those trials bring;&lt;br /&gt;In that process of growing, I can learn to care.&lt;br /&gt;But it goes against the way I am to put my human nature down&lt;br /&gt;And let the Spirit take control of all I do.&lt;br /&gt;Cause when those trials come by human nature&lt;br /&gt;Shouts the things to do&lt;br /&gt;And God’s soft prompting can be easily ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank You Lord, for the trials that come my way&lt;br /&gt;In that way I can grow each day as I let You lead&lt;br /&gt;Cause You promised Lord, that with every testing&lt;br /&gt;That Your way of escaping is easier to bear.&lt;br /&gt;And I thank You Lord, for the victory that growing brings,&lt;br /&gt;In surrender of everything, life is so worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;And I thank You Lord, that when everything’s put in place,&lt;br /&gt;Out in front I can see Your face and it’s there You belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114930805488951775?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114930805488951775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114930805488951775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114930805488951775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114930805488951775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-all-wonder-and-awe-i-proclaim-that.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114822667916160896</id><published>2006-05-21T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T09:12:49.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I had the opportunity to share with my church members about the Gen 12ii trip that I am scheduled to take flight this coming Tuesday. It's really good to know that the church is supporting my team and I in prayer. You know I marvel at how people pray. Especially when the adults pray. Those prayer warriors. Some pray with such vision and fervor. I remembered Uncle Cheng Kee prayed that God will do a work then what we can expect and imagine. And I expect and believe in that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my team. I think we're gonna have a lot of fun :) and of course grow deeper in our relationship with Him! On saturday, we met up to practise the Chinese and Thai songs (so graciously sent to us by Ryan) It's really amusing. When we were singing the Thai songs (which was meant to reach out to the slump children), our leader started to wave his hands like a fan singing along with his favourite idol. And the whole team followed :) Ah, and for the Chinese songs, we really have loud tenors in our midst :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm quite excited to share room with my room mate. I think our basic nature is roughly the same. Just that she's extroverted and I'm more of an introvert. And I'm more patient but less vocal. And so, I'm quite excited to learn from each other :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a deeper meaning to Chinese songs. Due to they being more specific in their meaning, I think it expresses our praise to Him more specifically. And they are very meaningful indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone who supported my team and I in one way or another. I really appreciate it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114822667916160896?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114822667916160896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114822667916160896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114822667916160896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114822667916160896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-i-had-opportunity-to-share-with.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114796877623475777</id><published>2006-05-18T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T09:12:56.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh.. hmm, so unlike me! But I think it's fun and since I've been taggged, here goessss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I played cheat a little. Like how I wanted to put my number 8. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Name 20 people you can think of at the top of your head. Don't read the questions before you write, and tag 5 people to do the survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Jonathan (who tagged me!)&lt;br /&gt;2.Caroline&lt;br /&gt;3.Andrea&lt;br /&gt;4.Grace&lt;br /&gt;5. Wei Yee&lt;br /&gt;6.Gabe&lt;br /&gt;7. Doreen&lt;br /&gt;8.Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;9.Samuel Pang&lt;br /&gt;10.Samuel Quek&lt;br /&gt;11.Ruth  (whom I'm on msn with now)&lt;br /&gt;12.Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;13.William&lt;br /&gt;14.Andrew JJ&lt;br /&gt;15.Evan&lt;br /&gt;16.Valerie darling&lt;br /&gt;17.Sarah&lt;br /&gt;18.Ryan (who brought Sarah)&lt;br /&gt;19.En Min(who forgot to reply my invitation to watched dvc!)&lt;br /&gt;20.Ying Ci :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions:1. How did you meet number 14?&lt;br /&gt;From Church. He was sharing his testimony of how God recovered his legs.&lt;br /&gt;2.What would you do if you had never met Number 1?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, that would be great! hahaha.. want me to die is it.. Oh, then again, wont have anyone who takes the train back with me. Or mug with me at macs and go home like realll late..&lt;br /&gt;3.What would you do if 20 and 9 dated you?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, want me to be skinned alive is it? 20's girl friend is gonna like dont know do what to me.. and ah, no. 9 (Shall I let on the secret?) hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;4. Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;ooOOO.. hmm, both have different personalities. But both are playful.. hmm, never thought of them in this way though..&lt;br /&gt;5.Describe no.3&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she's a babe really. Funny, lovable, eXciTing! Enjoyable. I enjoy her company :)&lt;br /&gt;6.Do you think No.8 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;OooOO, no. 8 you mean.. YES! She looks good with contacts (blinks eyes repeatedly *winks*)&lt;br /&gt;7.Tell me something about No.7&lt;br /&gt;Oh the gorgeous babe. Attractive really. Independant, a net baller.&lt;br /&gt;8.Do you know anything about no.12's family?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! We grew up together. She has an older sister and a naughty younger brother! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;9.What is no.8's favorite?&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty easy. She likessssss....... to make people laugh :) Oh and she likes to call you up when she's down to hang out and talk. What a darling :)&lt;br /&gt;10.What would you do if 11 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;HAHa. OooOO that would be swell. And like what Andrea said, I'll tell her I like her too!&lt;br /&gt;11. What language does 15 speak?&lt;br /&gt;Evan!! Oh, this is hard. The cheem cheem kind of theories that kinda make your brain think and think and think..&lt;br /&gt;12.Who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, that one, you gotta ask her yourself! haha..&lt;br /&gt;13.How old is 16 now?&lt;br /&gt;That will be 20. The BIG 2!&lt;br /&gt;14.When was the las time u talked to 13?&lt;br /&gt;That would be last Sunday. Returned to him the Les Miserables cd and Phantom of the Opera dvd :)&lt;br /&gt;15.Who's 2's favorite singer?&lt;br /&gt;Me! hahah.. kidding.. Andrea says it's her. Oh well :( hahaha.. Oh man, i asked her and she says it's herself. ahhhh. Everyone has high ego nowadays. hah..&lt;br /&gt;16.Would you date number 4?&lt;br /&gt;Phew. It's Grace! Why not? She's a darling. I like to talk to her :)&lt;br /&gt;17.Would you date 7?&lt;br /&gt;Doreen?!! If Samuel letsss.. hahaha.. Yes definately :)&lt;br /&gt;18.is 15 single?&lt;br /&gt;No. 15 are you single? haha..&lt;br /&gt;19.What's 10's last name?&lt;br /&gt;Koh. same as mine ;)&lt;br /&gt;20.Would you ever consider being in a relationship with 11?&lt;br /&gt;We're sisters in Christ. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;21.What school does 3 go to?&lt;br /&gt;NTU. Engine. Common engine.&lt;br /&gt;22.Where does 6 live?&lt;br /&gt;Jurong. Yupp&lt;br /&gt;23.What's your favorite thing about number 5?&lt;br /&gt;OooOo. She really is a very happy and encouraging girl :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok. I can taggged people to do this nowwww.. Tagging CArolinE!! KiMberLY, RuTh, William andddd Evelyn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114796877623475777?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114796877623475777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114796877623475777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114796877623475777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114796877623475777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/05/ahhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114762115554268069</id><published>2006-05-14T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T08:39:15.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God's been so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just been a simple 2 days, 1 night with my mission team members. And so much have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to thank God for placing these people into my team. My team is quite a "mature" team, as said by the staff. I'm the youngest in terms of birthday again - similar to the Thai mission trip 6 years back. And learning so much from each individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really learn how to claim God's word and pray. I learnt that God will fulfill and bless according to your faith. So just ask God for great things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I learnt. I have been finding the proper phasing for it and Esther's message seemed to convey it- that prayer does not change God's will because He does not change. But prayer affects the way in which He carries out His will. So pray unceasingly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went out to Bukit Batok for Project SENT! (Evangelism). I did question myself why I was not passionate about evangelism. Like there should be the desire to want others' lives to be saved and see God work through me. And the outpouring like should come from the inside and that fills you up till you want to spread the joy around. Then as I was hearing my team mate share to a Muslim that he felt that in life, no matter what he does, be it studies or projects that he doesn't seem to be able to live up to certain standards and only God love can fill that hole in his heart, I start to realize that Yes! That’s what I feel in my life too. And that God some how is the purpose for all I have been living for. You know sometimes being a Christian for so long, you like know the theories and knowledge of the rationale of your faith by heart. But it's just through a renewal of the spirit that it really reinforces your beliefs again.&lt;br /&gt;And I am really blessed to find my sister and mother walking towards West Mall just at that precise point of time. I told her how I felt and she prayed for me.The 3 of us split up to evangelism instead of evangelizing in a group. Actually that's what I needed. To be personally lead by God. And am so thankful that God brought 2 Thai girls for me to share the 4 SL with. So coincidental.  Am going Thailand as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114762115554268069?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114762115554268069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114762115554268069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114762115554268069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114762115554268069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/05/gods-been-so-good_14.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114762114500902888</id><published>2006-05-14T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T08:39:05.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God's been so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just been a simple 2 days, 1 night with my mission team members. And so much have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to thank God for placing these people into my team. My team is quite a "mature" team, as said by the staff. I'm the youngest in terms of birthday again - similar to the Thai mission trip 6 years back. And learning so much from each individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really learn how to claim God's word and pray. I learnt that God will fulfill and bless according to your faith. So just ask God for great things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I learnt. I have been finding the proper phasing for it and Esther's message seemed to convey it- that prayer does not change God's will because He does not change. But prayer affects the way in which He carries out His will. So pray unceasingly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went out to Bukit Batok for Project SENT! (Evangelism). I did question myself why I was not passionate about evangelism. Like there should be the desire to want others' lives to be saved and see God work through me. And the outpouring like should come from the inside and that fills you up till you want to spread the joy around. Then as I was hearing my team mate share to a Muslim that he felt that in life, no matter what he does, be it studies or projects that he doesn't seem to be able to live up to certain standards and only God love can fill that hole in his heart, I start to realize that Yes! That’s what I feel in my life too. And that God some how is the purpose for all I have been living for. You know sometimes being a Christian for so long, you like know the theories and knowledge of the rationale of your faith by heart. But it's just through a renewal of the spirit that it really reinforces your beliefs again.&lt;br /&gt;And I am really blessed to find my sister and mother walking towards West Mall just at that precise point of time. I told her how I felt and she prayed for me.The 3 of us split up to evangelism instead of evangelizing in a group. Actually that's what I needed. To be personally lead by God. And am so thankful that God brought 2 Thai girls for me to share the 4 SL with. So coincidental.  Am going Thailand as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114762114500902888?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114762114500902888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114762114500902888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114762114500902888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114762114500902888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/05/gods-been-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114719545465007932</id><published>2006-05-09T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T10:28:46.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went for 3 jabs at Mission Medical Centre. 2 for prevention of Tetanus, Influenza and Polio. And the 3rd to draw out my blood to test for Hepatitis A and Hepatitis B. I dont know if it's like I fear injections, or fear blood, or didnt take enough food before the jab, or low blood pressure, or lack of vitamins, but anyhow, the nurse had to poke my veins a few times till blood drained out to the bottle. And soon after the needle was removed with just a quarter filled, my head got dizzy.. and you guess it.. I fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up not long after with a glass of guava juice and biscuits offered to me. I had no idea what happened and was told I was like shivering, which was a natural response during any fainting spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I was afraid of blood. I dont have the fear of it until the blood is drawn. But my dad said it's at the back of my head, pyschologically. Oh well! And for the record, it's not the first time I fainted. Remember we had to go through this jab in Primary 6 to test if you have enough antibodies to defend MMR (Measles, Mumps, Rubella Vaccination)? Well, needless to say what happened.. And the 2nd time I fainted, was when I saw my sister bleeding. But then again I wonder if it's the blood that cause me to faint or the pain caused by the cane stroke I had (which I'm rather ashamed to share). So yar, maybe I have this history of the fear of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, but then again, working in the dianogstic lab for a period of roughly 3 months, having seen so many patient's blood taken, me fear of blood? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually overcome fears. But ask me to overcome this fear? Hmm.. More drawing of blood? No way. If they say they draw insufficient blood and ask me to go back to the medical centre and draw again. Oh man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. But I wasnt the worse off out of the 5. Jon was the worse. Apparently, though his veins were really obvious, no blood seem to flow out and he had to be re-jabbed about 4 times and yet have to go back to take his blood on another trip. Poor thing. *Shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont know how my brain links, but maybe, just maybe, I didnt get to go to the biology or nursing sector (*winks) because of that reason. Ooo, but I gotta clarrify, dissection is fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me always being the girl I am, I try to find solution to the problem. Just in case any of the above is true about my fainting spells, I went and bought myself a container to store vitamins. With the Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and so on label on it. So, if you look in my bag closely enough, there will be this vitamin box where I equip myself with vitamins. And then you'll know the story behind it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114719545465007932?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114719545465007932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114719545465007932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114719545465007932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114719545465007932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/05/yesterday-i-went-for-3-jabs-at-mission.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114624968113603045</id><published>2006-04-28T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T11:43:08.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished watching &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt;. Marvelous. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It simply sweeps you off your feet.&lt;/span&gt; The music and voices are so distinct and well-delivered. Really like this kind of plays. Though there is some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disturbing&lt;/span&gt; sides to it. Like how the film invokes pity in us towards the phantom, which I feel supercedes the way he deals with things that gets in his way. Kinda make us overlook and forgive his murderous side in just a whirl wind of romance and pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really reminds me of the musical my jc choir staged. With the lead casts singing and the rest dancing to their lyrics. It was a fun comedy :) I think I missed my choir days. Used to enjoy the blending of voices from all the different sections with all their different parts. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's amazing isn't it?&lt;/span&gt; Just by having each section sing monotonous notes alone, they together can create a &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;music master piece :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114624968113603045?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114624968113603045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114624968113603045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114624968113603045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114624968113603045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-finished-watching-phantom-of.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114619783550761554</id><published>2006-04-27T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:17:15.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Let me try to phrase this properly. I’m on the book of Ecclesiastes , listening to the vcd recording of Pastor Benny Ho. Ecclesistes, is the most highlighted book in my bible yet. I always question things. Question the meaning of day-to-day living. The most basic of life. And yes this semester is of another. It’s my worst semester yet. I’m going through another round of questioning. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Like why do I study so hard. Is it worth it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will my time spent on this studies do any help to my grades since it’s not really how hard you study but how smart you study?&lt;/span&gt; And even if you study, it’s altogether a different thing when you enter the working world. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And some people are obviously smarter than you.&lt;/span&gt; Then I ask what’s the point. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There are a lot more questions I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think after listening to his sermon, I realize something. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The answer has always been with me all along.&lt;/span&gt; The above questions, yes are negative, are simply excuses for me being lazy. And further yet, as much as I hate to admit it, I’m looking at things from a humanistic point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things that Solomon didn’t discover how personal is Our God is that his perspective came from – “Under the Sun” (from man’s point of view) and “as long as I live” (temporal) approach. And yes, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;pursue of enlightenment (education)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;enjoyment (laughter, wine and fun)&lt;/span&gt;  and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;enrichment (charity work)&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;yet but meaningless&lt;/span&gt;, if &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;at the end of the day everyone is bounded by death.&lt;/span&gt; Life then just becomes an on-going circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m so thankful that no, I have discovered that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;life is a forward looking straight line&lt;/span&gt; for me. It begins with the day I meet Christ and end with the day I meet Him again, when I’m totally transformed. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;There is so much more purpose and meaning in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s often so hard, but it’s just &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;what I need&lt;/span&gt;. To live a life filled with His guiding presence. Every little thing then has meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven above is softer blue&lt;br /&gt;Earth below is sweeter green&lt;br /&gt;Something lives in every hue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christless eyes have never seen&lt;br /&gt;Birds with sweeter songs overflow&lt;br /&gt;Flowers with newer beauty shine&lt;br /&gt;Since I know as I now know&lt;br /&gt;I am His and He is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me fall deeper in love with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114619783550761554?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114619783550761554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114619783550761554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114619783550761554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114619783550761554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114610829751174413</id><published>2006-04-26T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T10:55:48.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/siu%20siu%20and%20me!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/siu%20siu%20and%20me%21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finally met up with my friend Siu Siu yesterday! After 6 months studying in different University, I really was curious and wanted to know how she has been doing. She’s still the same lovely girl. Practical, confident, down to earth and know who she is and what she wants. I quite glad to hear that she’ve changed her perspective towards certain way of looking at things. And ironically and coincidentally, I also have changed in the same manner. It’s really good to know that she’s happier in University. And yes, I’m really happy for her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I went to Chinatown shopping with my mother. Know what’s good about window shopping? You get to try on whatever you like to try on. Ah. The next part is the most interesting. You then wait for the sale to get the stuff you want :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/me%20in%20a%20white%20dressrotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/me%20in%20a%20white%20dressrotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/me%20in%20a%20white%20dressrotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/me%20in%20a%20white%20dressrotated.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then we went to the food centre near China town. I love their freshly baked buns. Just right of the oven. Not only the aroma is so good, they come in different favors too – chocolate, strawberry jam, red bean… so sad, green bean (salty kind) was sold off before my mom could get any. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, time together with 3 lovely babes – Valerie, Evelyn and Sarah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114610829751174413?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114610829751174413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114610829751174413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114610829751174413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114610829751174413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-finally-met-up-with-my-friend-siu.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114567982474920345</id><published>2006-04-21T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:23:44.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend's paper starts today and I msg :&lt;br /&gt;Hey I dont know when's your paper starting but all the best! May God go before you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reply:&lt;br /&gt;And as you message to me... Jesus has already started a good work on my paper! I've just walked out of the ER, ahead of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went:&lt;br /&gt;That's great! Hey surgeon, wanna take a mock mugging surgery this sunday? :) (Studying together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the reply:&lt;br /&gt;Why not. Wanna do surgery tog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha... so funny.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, my last hands-on surgery will take place on the 24th of April 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Time: 930 to 1200.&lt;br /&gt;Testing on the probability of the patient surviving (Statistics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after, orchard here I come :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114567982474920345?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114567982474920345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114567982474920345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114567982474920345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114567982474920345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-friends-paper-starts-today-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114567379135314989</id><published>2006-04-21T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T19:43:11.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer of Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>You never promised, Lord, that I would forever be sheltered from stormy times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;You have promised that the sun will outlast the storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for dangers that teach me to be brave...&lt;br /&gt;for suffering, from which I learnt patience...&lt;br /&gt;for pain that teaches me tenderness...&lt;br /&gt;for false friends, whose lack of trust causes me to prize my true friends...&lt;br /&gt;for illness, which teaches me to treasure my health, a gift I too often take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for leading me through trying times, without which I would be like a plant in an overprotected hothouse, too tender to ever live in the open wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me remember in my trying times there is..&lt;br /&gt;no progress without pain,&lt;br /&gt;no conversion without crisis,&lt;br /&gt;no birth without painful travail,&lt;br /&gt;no Easter without Good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~ Mary Hay-Bridges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was packing my table when I found this on my church bulletin quite some time back. It was meant for Easter Sunday. I know I'm a little late in posting. Some of you all may have read it before. But I still find it rather meaningful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114567379135314989?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114567379135314989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114567379135314989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114567379135314989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114567379135314989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/04/prayer-of-thanksgiving.html' title='A Prayer of Thanksgiving'/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114501453655787882</id><published>2006-04-14T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T04:35:36.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:) smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had dinner with my brother and my parents. I miss eating together out as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so many things to do after the exams. But for now... it's time for studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/enting%20n%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/enting%20n%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and me in the library :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was studying with my dearest SM Wei Yee and her friend lolipop and garbage. Ha ha.. They are so fun to study with.&lt;br /&gt;Watch them bully each other.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hopped over to Grace table and talked to her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for friends that stand beside me when I am down :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114501453655787882?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114501453655787882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114501453655787882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114501453655787882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114501453655787882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/04/smiles-just-had-dinner-with-my-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114477068655347361</id><published>2006-04-11T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:02:17.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if I'm living my life right. I have major flaws. We all do. It's just that my is so prevalent to me at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why God give me such a brain to think so much and not one that is street smart or "what's happening in the newspaper?" sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spoke to a friend on msn. He said that he despise me. I thank him for being truthful. Indeed there are some parts of me that needs correcting. And one thing I must admit is that yes sometimes, what I behave towards people is not what is on my heart. Which is very bad. People dont read my intentions very well. And yes, I do fear being vulnerable. Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, sometimes, is but a way of coping for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I want the very simplest things in life. It's my brain that makes all the complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not all that bad. I appreciate the little things people do. (When I do notice that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only but human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114477068655347361?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114477068655347361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114477068655347361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114477068655347361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114477068655347361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/04/sometimes-i-wonder-if-im-living-my.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114382137843359742</id><published>2006-03-31T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T08:09:38.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are 2 basic responses to facing a problem - flight or fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For too long I have run in fear and take flight. Now I'm gonna stand up and fight again. Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114382137843359742?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114382137843359742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114382137843359742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114382137843359742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114382137843359742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-are-2-basic-responses-to-facing.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114380318426723224</id><published>2006-03-31T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T03:06:24.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Am a Wounded Soldier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am a wounded soldier,&lt;br /&gt;but I will not leave the fight,&lt;br /&gt;because the Great Physician is healing me.&lt;br /&gt;I am standing in the battle,&lt;br /&gt;in the armor of His might,&lt;br /&gt;because His mighty power is real in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am loved (I am loved). &lt;br /&gt;I am accepted (am accepted).&lt;br /&gt;By the Savior of (Savior of my soul)&lt;br /&gt;I am loved (I am loved). &lt;br /&gt;I am accepted (am accepted).&lt;br /&gt;And my wounds will be made (wounds will be made) whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114380318426723224?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114380318426723224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114380318426723224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114380318426723224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114380318426723224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-wounded-soldier-well-i-am-wounded.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114329014334105813</id><published>2006-03-25T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T04:35:43.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I up-dated my blog. How has things been going? It's really been a whole mad rush of projects, tests, late night meetings, birthdays, filming *winks* :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But admists the press for time this hectic lifestyle been, I think I'm pretty thankful for the  fellowship with my friends that livened up my NTU study life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hannah's birthday gathering, Andrea and Samuel (the twins!) birthday, the filming for our beloved SM for X-roads, Gen12ii meetings and publicity brochue, FOC camp meeting, and the list goes on.. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the semester draws to a close, so will I attempt to put on my "study" mode and hope for the best. It has been a fruitful semester. And I really do look forward to the next. It's gonna be even more exciting! ;0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114329014334105813?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114329014334105813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114329014334105813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114329014334105813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114329014334105813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-been-long-time-since-i-up-dated-my.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114205900408674934</id><published>2006-03-10T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T22:36:44.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah. I was writing on my friend's blog. When I realise, yes, i does make sense :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is unique in his or her own special way. That makes the world so much more interesting! To have someone sharing entirely the same values, experience, thoughts would indeed be a blessing. But scary. It is these uniqueness that draws people to one another. And thus make the world a more vibrant place :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114205900408674934?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114205900408674934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114205900408674934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114205900408674934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114205900408674934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/03/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114197904608884508</id><published>2006-03-10T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:24:06.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jesus is Lord. And I'm thankful :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114197904608884508?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114197904608884508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114197904608884508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114197904608884508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114197904608884508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/03/jesus-is-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114165908532677621</id><published>2006-03-06T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T07:31:25.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah My 101 post. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have finally made a decision as to which country I'm going for my mission trip. I think looking at the circumstances, I think I would have to stick to the decision and go through with it. Firstly, I was considering between humanitarian work in Philipinies and more direct evegelistic approach to the Chinese tourist in Thailand. Well, benefits of both sides were brought up and considered. And know what's  surprising, when I finally made a decision, the circumstances seems to be going against me. But i suppose I will have to just pull through with my decision and really trust God to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking Isn't it just like in 1st Samuel where though circumstances stand against Saul, he was expected to obey God's instructions and wait for Samuel to arrive and not do things based on his judgement to please man and out of fear. It's hard isn't it to totally submit and obey God when circumstances dont seem right to us. But I believe God has the best in mind for us. He knows all. He sees all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To obey is better than sacrifice :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114165908532677621?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114165908532677621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114165908532677621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114165908532677621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114165908532677621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/03/ah-my-101-post.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114156404039070003</id><published>2006-03-05T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T05:07:20.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wAS reading on my friend's blog about dreams. (zzZZZ)&lt;br /&gt;En Ting here has a vivid imagination. I sleep real peacefully. Even if the alarm clock rings, I'll take a few long minutes before hearing it. I really sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to dreams, somehow dreams seem to evoke a lot of emotions out of me. I can wake up real motivated and with much energy to begin my day, other times I can wake up crying away. And when I really feel empowered by some of these dreams, I write them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, dreams tell you what you've been through or what's on your mind. Like if I worry too much about exams, I cant sleep well and will think of my formulas flying in my head. Other times can be because of the salvation of others or even imagine myself in epic environment like Lord of the Rings :) Some times surprizingly, I wake up feeling touched by the love of God. But to other dreams I question the values or reasoninig behind those dreams.  I wonder if dreams come to pass though. I doubt they will but I know that dreams are dreams. It's only when you wake up, feeling motivated or empowered that you actually be active about the things you want to accomplish or do. It's the here and now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a drop in a bucket compared to eternity :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114156404039070003?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114156404039070003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114156404039070003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114156404039070003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114156404039070003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/03/was-reading-on-my-friends-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114122584976541072</id><published>2006-03-01T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T07:10:49.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really thankful for the people God put beside me. To encourage me, to spur me on to trust in Him with faith, knowing that everything else works for the good for those who love Him :) Thanks guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Yee and I ventured out to the South Spine witnessing and yes I'm thankful that God gave me the opportunity to share to someone. I was quite surprised that she patiently waited for me to read through the 4SL  with her and actually agreed along, nodding her head. It's a pity that she was apprehensive in accepting Christ but what can we do... Pray!! :) I'm thankful for the opportunity. At first, my view towards campus evengelism was a cynical one. I was scared to evengelize and feared if people would to decline us in sharing the 4SL. And I did have second thoughts in going for evegelism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think God knows my heart. I forgot my phone when I left my house early in the morning and I turned up for DG and even the crusade prayer meeting which I was inclined to rush home. And I think though I may seem a little handicapped without the phone, I simply learned to turn up for all my meetings on time :) And yes!! DG was great. Was really a good time of sharing and thank God, someone Grace shared with recieved Christ!! Praise the Lord! Maybe, not having a handphone is a good thing after all. More people focused. Less distracted. Less excuses. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114122584976541072?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114122584976541072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114122584976541072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114122584976541072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114122584976541072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-really-thankful-for-people-god-put.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114095302570244565</id><published>2006-02-26T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T03:23:45.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHH......... That was my reaction when I read my friend's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Open declaration. So bold and yet sweet :P *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Andrea and I signed up for a course. She just made her 2 year mark a few days ago. I'm only a few months in mine. She seems to be graduating faster? But guess what? None of us know our graduation dates, or when will we graduate, or how long our individual course takes, maybe maybe we'll even graduate together :) smiles :) The answer lies in one and only one alone. It's on this big big precious book that evenn if you would to tell us our graduation dates now we wont want to see it right Andrea? It's all about suspense and working hard at our current job now :) But I'm sure when we do graduate, it would be a grand grand affair :) smiles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114095302570244565?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114095302570244565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114095302570244565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114095302570244565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114095302570244565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/02/ahhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114079531401661475</id><published>2006-02-24T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T07:35:14.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day,&lt;br /&gt;Before the curtain closes,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to know,&lt;br /&gt;Did I do something worthwhile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.Rajaratnam&lt;br /&gt;1915 - 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114079531401661475?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114079531401661475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114079531401661475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114079531401661475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114079531401661475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-day-before-curtain-closes-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114058102327931353</id><published>2006-02-21T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:03:43.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes when things gets too comfortable, you want to dwell in the comfort and not step out of your comfort zone. Unless of course your view is to take everything you do as a challenge")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when things get too comfortable, I think it's time to step out again. ")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh.. I have flu today  :( and tomorrow's test. On a holiday!! :*(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114058102327931353?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114058102327931353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114058102327931353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114058102327931353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114058102327931353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/02/sometimes-when-things-gets-too.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-114015666629301978</id><published>2006-02-16T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T22:16:05.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wei yee = God's precious child..!! my back super pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;u know the mistake thingy u were asking tt day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to check out wat i was tryin to recall liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its actually gen16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when sarai cldnt conceive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den she gave her maidservant hagar to her husband, abram to have a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tt was oredi a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we cld still see God's soverignty in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos in total 3 pple made mistakes here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei yee = God's precious child..!! my back super pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;1. sarai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. abram who went along with the plan and did not wanna solve problems when it occured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. hagar who ran away fr probs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but God still showed tt all things can still work for His good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos sarai and abram still received the son tt they despearately wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and God solved hagar's prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Every ray of hope we shine says:&lt;br /&gt;so in the end His will will come to pass yar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei yee = God's precious child..!! my back super pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;of cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei yee = God's precious child..!! my back super pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;as long as we remain in Him and Him in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei yee = God's precious child..!! my back super pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;cos i dun see how's it possible tt non-believers allow His will to be done rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Every ray of hope we shine says:&lt;br /&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-114015666629301978?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/114015666629301978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=114015666629301978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114015666629301978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/114015666629301978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/02/wei-yee-gods-precious-child.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113992599780589792</id><published>2006-02-14T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T06:15:07.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Every ray of hope we shine says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm, God definately has a plan for your life but i think although we can turn back from our disobedience, the plan from Him has changed, has it? But it'll still be perfect in His will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my-life_song says:&lt;br /&gt;God's plan never fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my-life_song says:&lt;br /&gt;he may have provided choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my-life_song says:&lt;br /&gt;we have to decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my-life_song says:&lt;br /&gt;but ultimately he knows wht we'll choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my-life_song says:&lt;br /&gt;so, my answer's no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Every ray of hope we shine says:&lt;br /&gt;as in if he determines you to be with this girl then if you refuse to listen and marry another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every ray of hope we shine says:&lt;br /&gt;God wont definately ask the girl to wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every ray of hope we shine says:&lt;br /&gt;but give the girl another guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my-life_song says:&lt;br /&gt;to understand this... we have to refer back to the bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my-life_song says:&lt;br /&gt;in the time of king david&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my-life_song says:&lt;br /&gt;Bathsheba was part of God's plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Every ray of hope we shine says:&lt;br /&gt;he knows what we're gonna choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every ray of hope we shine says:&lt;br /&gt;yet give us choices knowing we'll fail Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my-life_song says:&lt;br /&gt;and so was his previous wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my-life_song says:&lt;br /&gt;but it was from bathsheba that jesus' line came from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my-life_song says:&lt;br /&gt;so it doesn't necessary mean that -ve things lead to God changing plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my-life_song says:&lt;br /&gt;he knows wht's going on... but bcos he loves us so, he gave us the option to choose. but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my-life_song says:&lt;br /&gt;the outcome's been known all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hmm, I think I better ask Auntie Mui Fong or my dad to answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Valentine's Day pics soon to be posted!! haha.. give me time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113992599780589792?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113992599780589792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113992599780589792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113992599780589792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113992599780589792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/02/every-ray-of-hope-we-shine-says-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113963838568748683</id><published>2006-02-10T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:22:55.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The week passed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SUPER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;fast. In a blink of an eye. I think the highlight of the week was the crusade engage prayer thing where we had to fast and pray for hearts of people in NTU to be open. DG was really good. haha.. watched the video where Shao hong and Bob Wee acted in. It's good. Taught me how to share the 4SLs. Hmm, I always am apprehensive in evangelizing. Until I actively seek to go share with others during the Meta Camp. It's not so bad after all. It's just that in NTU, it seems tougher. Maybe it's just my perception after all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's God that's working. And not me! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Another highlight of the week was Jon's birthday!! Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Belated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Birthday! (opps..) Andrea and I were suppose to take the 9 to 10 pm slot to pray and then Jon taking the 10 pm slot. Andrea's a real babe. It was her idea to wait till 12am then we had a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3-way conversation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and sang Jon a birthday song :) In our own&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;style&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;though :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And I've got a feedback from one of my dearest friends. I encourage these kinds of feedback. At least I know in which ways I can improve on :) And it's only the very good friends that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dare to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;or are concerned enough to tell you stuff. Babe, you rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Friday was cell group time in none other than the musically-academically-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;talented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;, doctor-to-be Ying Ci's house. His house is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ULTRA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;tidy. Not a single dust. Like everything is in perfect place. Type A personality I'm guessing :) Hey and guess what I get to play on his beloved piano. Such a privilege to be able to play for worship! haha.. and uncle Wee Liang wasn't there to sing to the songs. But I wished he was. He gives very good ideas for the bible study. And after cell group, the guys - Ying Ci, Ryan (Shaun tried to learn) played classical music - Chopin, J.S. Bach, Beethoven (I think he's a genuis esp his chromatic scales part -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brillant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;!!). Music is just so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It's the second last lesson of giving tuition to my pupil. i think I really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;teaching her. And though her mother's strict and all, I think she's nice :) As I listened to what Lydia shared in cell group yesterday - that she knew what kind of occupation she wanted to persue in the future - I was thinking as usual. As in I do find&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; in teaching. I suppose doing things that invest in the lives of others is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;meaningful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and rewarding. Maybe I should really seek to grow into the way God wants me to become. To be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;truely myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;:) Maybe I'll be a teacher or lecturer someday :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I struggled through having to organise my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;priorities &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;the past week. This week is no exception. I realized that when stress comes in, I tend to think real hard regarding church activities, crusade prayer meetings, X-roads, and outings with friends. Definately I dont want to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;to my books. And staying at home doesn't neccessary mean I'll be productive. Thus, I am learning to rank my priorities. To really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;to put God first. I think I'm quite sadden by the comment from a friend. She sees church as a waste of time and would rather do something productive like studying or hanging around with her friends. I would like to say, I do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;struggle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;with that too. It's not easy especially if others have these extra time to do other stuff. And even for me, I sometimes have to check my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;motives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;in going for some activities. And if they are necessary or not. I'm not a person who vocalise my thoughts much, but dear girl I miss you. Hope to see you soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;That's all for today. Oh yar, I signed up for a short intensive bible study course starting this monday night. That's gonna take up my time as well. But I think after so many years as a Christian, I think I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;need to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ground&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;myself in the word of God. Anybody wants to join me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113963838568748683?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113963838568748683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113963838568748683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113963838568748683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113963838568748683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/02/week-passed-super-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113947792189219599</id><published>2006-02-09T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T01:38:41.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things always seem to go wrong with the focus wrong. It's like things so important now is not so. I want to see the bigger picture. But revealing it in His time is the best. What's more? It's exciting to live through these uncertain times with hopes and aspirations for Him to do wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me revel in Your love.&lt;br /&gt;It's like time is at a stand-still and only You in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;Peace everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;Heart fulfilling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113947792189219599?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113947792189219599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113947792189219599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113947792189219599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113947792189219599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/02/things-always-seem-to-go-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113898302930004163</id><published>2006-02-03T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T08:10:29.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That a lifetime's not too long to live as friends... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113898302930004163?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13381059.post-113870919019170252</id><published>2006-01-31T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T04:06:30.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresses&lt;br /&gt;High Heels&lt;br /&gt;Dancing&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Laughter&lt;br /&gt;Good Jokes&lt;br /&gt;Coffee esp Hazelnut Mocha&lt;br /&gt;Movies that have a good storyline or those that make you think&lt;br /&gt;Studying God's Word&lt;br /&gt;Good Conversations with sharing of one's lives&lt;br /&gt;Company of friends&lt;br /&gt;Jogging&lt;br /&gt;Playing the piano&lt;br /&gt;Wits&lt;br /&gt;Worship&lt;br /&gt;My white watch :)&lt;br /&gt;Walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very random today. smiles :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113870919019170252?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113870919019170252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113870919019170252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113870919019170252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113870919019170252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113860853464467691</id><published>2006-01-29T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T00:08:54.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the second day of Chinese New Year and who else better to reunite with? My primary school friends!! Isn't it amazing?? 8 years and we still keep in contact and meet at least twice yearly. Thanks to those organizers! Each of them dont seem to have change much, partly because we meet up with each other often.. But I dare say that we've grown more mature and even in our different persues in life, be able to relate and catch up with each other :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Uno cards that were untouched since primary 6 have been bended and destroyed by our game of HEART ATTACK!! haha.. and all the old old games start to surface..  Black Jack, murderer... Good time of fellowship I say and I'm looking forward to the next meeting, hopefully there'll be a greater turn out other than the 8 of us :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113860853464467691?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113860853464467691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113860853464467691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113860853464467691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113860853464467691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-second-day-of-chinese-new-year-and.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113855087706504325</id><published>2006-01-29T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T08:22:37.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Missing someone.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my friend's nick in msn was "I will remember you". Yes, I think I do miss people and places even and it has got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, take for example, if I would to go away for an exchange programme for 6 months or even longer, I wonder how many people will miss me? I overheard a conversation of a friend that's travelling overseas for a certain period of time and he was quite critical about people saying they'll miss him. It's true isn't it? People need you to be there in the present to go through with them life. They want the here and now and if you're away for sometime, they'll automatically learn to live their lives they way it is. To adapt and change. It's human nature isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who are those people that really misses you? Your close friends and family members. It is when you spend sufficient time and effort in getting to know them and walking them through sorrows and joy that you can really say you miss someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I believe that the purpose in each one's life is as such: that in some way you do make an impact on their lives. That you treated them the way you would to your good friends - with integrity, kindness and respect. Many relate the amount of people missing you as an indication of whose lives you've touched and yet it cannot be totally relied on. The way you respond and treat people in different circumstances is ultimately between you and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, it's possible to miss and I sometimes do miss the company of different friends at times. It's just that as we get older, people do change, they have of different persues in lives. And I believe that different friends are placed at different points of your life for a reason. On a different note, I think that friends that walk with you for a long period of time like since childhood is rare and should be treasured :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what will last? The effect one has on a person's life. That you actually invested time and effort and perhaps impacted and changed them for the better. To conclude, invest time in the lives of others. It's rewarding :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yar I want to say, that to that brother in Christ, we'll all miss you :) Come back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113855087706504325?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113855087706504325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113855087706504325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113855087706504325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113855087706504325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/01/missing-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113792152592154197</id><published>2006-01-22T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T01:24:19.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every gift is given for a reason,&lt;br /&gt;you cant choose which one we get,&lt;br /&gt;only what we do with them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite cartoons is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigidea.com/videos/veggietales/vt026/trailer_lg.htm"&gt;http://www.bigidea.com/videos/veggietales/vt026/trailer_lg.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-13381059.post-113773357604818085</id><published>2006-01-19T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:06:16.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is simply just not only that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage all of you to click onto the link and read a soldier's testimony on how this song inspired him during his stint in Iraq : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ecards.emicmg.com/soldierStory/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for those who are going through of have gone through army and difficult times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song meant much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113773357604818085?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13381059.post-113759495805244138</id><published>2006-01-18T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T06:38:47.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="20" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kermit the Frog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored 60% Organization, 58% abstract, and 71% extroverted! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;This test measured 3 variables. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;First, this test measured how &lt;b&gt;organized&lt;/b&gt; you are. Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Second, this test measured if you prefer a &lt;b&gt;concrete&lt;/b&gt; or an &lt;b&gt;abstract&lt;/b&gt; viewpoint. For the purposes of this test, concrete people are considered to gravitate more to &lt;i&gt;mathematical and logical approaches&lt;/i&gt;, whereas abstract people are more the &lt;i&gt;dreamers and artistic type.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Third, this test measured if you are more of an &lt;b&gt;introvert&lt;/b&gt; or an &lt;b&gt;extrovert.&lt;/b&gt; By definition, an introvert concentrates more on herself and an extrovert focuses more on others. In this test an introvert was somebody that either tends to spend more time alone or thinks more about herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are &lt;b&gt;mostly&lt;/b&gt; organized, &lt;b&gt;both &lt;/b&gt;concrete and abstract, and &lt;b&gt;more &lt;/b&gt;extroverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is why are you Kermit the Frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;You are both somewhat organized. You have a good idea where you put things and you probably keep your place reasonably clean. You aren't totally obsessed with neatness though. Kermit is also reasonably tidy. He'll even dress up for interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You both are sometimes concrete and sometimes abstract thinkers. Kermit spends a lot of his time as a reporter collecting facts, but he is also the author of the dreamy song "The Rainbow Connection." You have a good balance in your life. You know when to be logical at times, but you also aren't afraid to explore your dreams and desires... within limits of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both extroverts. Kermit gets along with everyone. Sure a few folks annoy him, but that's just because they are annoying. Kermit likes to meet new people when he does his job as a street reporter. You definitely enjoy the company of others, and you don't have problems meeting new people... in fact you probably look forward to it. You are willing to take charge when necessary or work as part of a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and in case you were wondering, Kermit starred on Sesame Street years before The Muppet Show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other possible characters are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:brown;"&gt;Oscar the Grouch&lt;br /&gt;Big Bird&lt;br /&gt;Snuffleupagus&lt;br /&gt;Ernie&lt;br /&gt;Elmo&lt;br /&gt;Cookie Monster&lt;br /&gt;Grover&lt;br /&gt;The Count&lt;br /&gt;Guy Smiley&lt;br /&gt;Bert &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback! Also if you want to tell me your favorite Sesame Street character, I can total them up and post them here. Perhaps your choice will win! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/users/168/570/16957172787179881552/mt1130108378.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="87" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="63" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;58%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Organization&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="89" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="61" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;59%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;concrete-abstra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="black" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="101" bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="49" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="free online dating" src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;67%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;intro-extrovert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=4525550649363613939"&gt;The Your SESAME STREET Persona Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=16957172787179881552"&gt;greencowsgomoo&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3"&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113759495805244138?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113759495805244138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113759495805244138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113759495805244138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113759495805244138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/01/kermit-frog-you-scored-60-organization.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113742086929585205</id><published>2006-01-16T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T06:21:37.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll still be faithful</title><content type='html'>As you get older, you gradually lose your innocence. The once things that you hold dear; the strong friendships that are said to last through thick and thin; the dreams and ambitions that you dream of in the future just seemed to get a little distorted and complicated. Then politics start to come in, with backstabbing and people slandering behind your back, with devious crimes and each for his own agendas, with manipulation, ostracizing, competition and a constant struggle to be heard. Life suddenly seems so negative and ugly. And in the midst of such trying times, you are forced to grow up as a teenager and then as a young adult, in search of your identity, in need of wanting to belong. Your heart begin to grow cold towards your duty in society as a person, towards your friends, towards people and sometimes even towards God. Stepping out on your own, try as you might, you use your own strength and might. You become self-correcting. Become more cautious and weary towards things. Become more cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fortunately for us as Christians, it is so comforting to know that we have a God who loves us. For who we are, for what we have done, and gives us hope to be who we are called to be. We don’t have to try so hard to prove ourselves, to give in to the social pressures of this world, but seemly walk in the path he carved out for each one of us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the storm&lt;br /&gt;Through the wind and the waves&lt;br /&gt;You’re still be faithful&lt;br /&gt;You’ll still be faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;And time is no more&lt;br /&gt;You’ll still be faithfulYou’ll still be faithful Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113742086929585205?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113742086929585205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113742086929585205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113742086929585205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113742086929585205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/01/youll-still-be-faithful.html' title='You&apos;ll still be faithful'/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113724576052750892</id><published>2006-01-14T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T05:36:00.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somethings never change and I wonder if it's better if they did change. And it will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113724576052750892?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113724576052750892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113724576052750892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113724576052750892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113724576052750892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/01/somethings-never-change-and-i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113724261303718998</id><published>2006-01-14T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T04:43:33.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/cranberrymuffins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/cranberrymuffins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/cranberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/cranberries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cranberry muffins Ruth, Jean, Eve and I baked at Auntie Mui Fong house. Sorry girls long overdue :P The other picture is frozen cranberries :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113724261303718998?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113724261303718998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113724261303718998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113724261303718998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113724261303718998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/01/cranberry-muffins-ruth-jean-eve-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113724204084173222</id><published>2006-01-14T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T04:34:00.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess who? Bet some of you cant guess. haha.. finally gotten permission to post this up. Was just last week we went to a spectacles shop... haha... Never judge a book by it's cover :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/dadwithredspecs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/dadwithredspecs.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/dadwithyellowspecs.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/dadwithyellowspecs.0.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113724204084173222?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113724204084173222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113724204084173222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113724204084173222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113724204084173222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/01/guess-who-bet-some-of-you-cant-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113723492698439249</id><published>2006-01-14T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T02:35:27.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More of You Lord</title><content type='html'>I spoke to a year 4 senior who was deciding on which subjects to add or drop. Logical answer was to either go with your interest or with what you can do well in. He chose the latter. His reply: Sometimes interest cannot earn you a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true isn't it, when you get older, you become more practical and realistic. I'm not implying that there's anything wrong with becoming pragmatic. But I suppose, life wont really be life when we are too pragmatic :) Where is the saying that goes: You'll do well in what you are passionate about? Underlying one is passion, the other, logic. Isn't it passion that drives us further in life? And isn't it not also logical to go with your passion? :) Confusing? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking, sometimes we give things up so easily. Success or accomplishment may just be 5 miles ahead and we fail to see the overall picture but dwell on our current situation. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;My inspirations and thoughts are coming back :) hahaha.. good good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113723492698439249?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113723492698439249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113723492698439249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113723492698439249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113723492698439249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/01/more-of-you-lord.html' title='More of You Lord'/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113716948060681472</id><published>2006-01-13T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T08:24:40.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guess what? guess? guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played the piano for worship in cell group today. Yeah!! It's like i never thought I would really actually play the piano for worship since I gave up long ago. But hey, my dreams are getting closer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Kenneth (Worship leader) for prompting me to switch keys and slow down during the meditation parts. And Ying Ci who sat beside me as an accompaniment (He plays real good melody - fantastic!) and prompted me on the next key or I would have die laughing at (Pro) Wee Liang's horrible singing and messed up the playing. You know what he did? When I played slowly and need to hit the next chord, he started to sing slower to catch up with my playing. Then when I played too fast, he sped up his singing. Teasingly. ahhhh. But good thing Ying Ci and Kenneth were there. phew. I beginned to play better after the second song :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113716948060681472?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113716948060681472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113716948060681472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113716948060681472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113716948060681472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-guess-what-guess-guess-i-played.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113713486220891437</id><published>2006-01-12T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T22:47:42.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mother's beef rendang is the most gorgeous of all gorgeous food. The beef is so tender and it's gravy just oozes out of every bite. You just want to have another and another piece. And you know what? It's healthy. Every thing from my mother is healthy :) hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to school early this morning around 8. And as I passed by the canteen, I saw someone took out his book. It's a black book all highlighted throughout. It was a bible and he was doing his quiet time. How encouraging.  Hmm, there are many Christians in NTU. It’s just not all of them that I know or join campus crusade. I understand that perhaps they have their own ministries in church and would rather focus on their ministries than to commit to another in campus and be too distracted. But I just wonder, what if we do know them? That their stories of how God led them and how they are growing in Him would be such an encouragement to others J That their daily bible quiet time with the Lord would speak of His goodness and mercy. And really, it’s comforting to know that we are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the prayer comm., Gabe, Jix … and even evangelism comm have seen good progress and openness towards the recieval of the gospel in NTU. I wonder if we Christians all are really really  motivated to be a salt and light in this campus. Wonder if we would all unite and work together. I believe there will be such encouraging power moving in the midst of the ministry.  I like to wonder J And really, I look forward to the day when all denominations and peoples of every tribe and tongue unite as one voice. There will be such celebration and joy.&lt;br /&gt; -God awaits-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113713486220891437?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113713486220891437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113713486220891437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113713486220891437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113713486220891437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-mothers-beef-rendang-is-most.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113698147097808177</id><published>2006-01-11T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T04:11:10.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man fails but God never</title><content type='html'>Today, I ran. I ran to the bukit nature reserve park. And it started to rain.&lt;br /&gt;At the back of my mind is that nagging feeling of quickly finding a shelter and the fear of catching a cold. But truely, if you ask me, I say look at the lilies of the valley, My heavenly father clothed them. Like the thai children in Sing to the Dawn, they do enjoy the rain. And for me, as I half run-half walked back the long 20 mins road, I did enjoy the pitter patter of the falling rain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Your song, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;It is Your song that brings healing to this land.&lt;br /&gt;It is Your song, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;It is Your song that brings freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read someone's blog today. And I did feel joy. Am glad that the direction is towards God - The most important. I think there is peace in leaving things behind like that. I really thank God for all He has brought me through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113698147097808177?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113698147097808177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113698147097808177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113698147097808177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113698147097808177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/01/man-fails-but-god-never.html' title='Man fails but God never'/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113686162082440935</id><published>2006-01-09T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T04:07:34.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized that when someone's words hold weight, it is very powerful.&lt;br /&gt;I did felt trapped before and it was very difficult. And now that I am freed, I want to help others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113686162082440935?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113686162082440935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113686162082440935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113686162082440935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113686162082440935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-realized-that-when-someones-words.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113671202995220982</id><published>2006-01-08T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T01:52:57.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holding my blue umbrella with one of the five sides kinda dented,&lt;br /&gt;I splash through puddles of rain water to my destination&lt;br /&gt;With my red glasses,&lt;br /&gt;Pouting.&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Rain water soaked my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I really dont care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113671202995220982?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113671202995220982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113671202995220982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113671202995220982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113671202995220982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/01/holding-my-blue-umbrella-with-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113628768799109672</id><published>2006-01-03T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T03:30:57.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If God has coloured these flowers&lt;br /&gt;in these wonderous hues and shades&lt;br /&gt;- deep, whirling, sweet -&lt;br /&gt;and clad in the softest of cloths&lt;br /&gt;soft and silken and pure;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flowers, which are here todday&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow have withered&lt;br /&gt;and will be blown away&lt;br /&gt;by the gentlest wind;&lt;br /&gt;by the quietest rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how much more beauty&lt;br /&gt;in the fullest of passed time&lt;br /&gt;will He so abundantly pour&lt;br /&gt;into the stories of our lives;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we who He has given so much for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113628768799109672?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113628768799109672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113628768799109672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113628768799109672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113628768799109672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-god-has-coloured-these-flowers-in.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113628404745042069</id><published>2006-01-03T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T02:27:27.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey&lt;br /&gt;guess who I saw when I was walking back from the photocopying shop today? Clarence!! Apparently, he lost his EZ Link card and had to approach the Macdonald's staff to retrieve it back. Sadly, the time laspe between him leaving Macs and him finding out that he had lost the card was close to an hour. The kind staff opened the acess to the "staff only" door for us after looking through 2 rubbish bins. And guess where the door led us? Through a stinky passage way that reminded me of a slump area. Down the dark flight of stairs. Where on every step the dirty water seemed to have splashed my feet. And our destination? The back door of Macs and yet to another rubbish chute! I think I was quite thankful he decided to give up the search. *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't make my EZ Link card giro because I'll know that I'll lose it someday" (Clarence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so funny! An interesting incident :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113628404745042069?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113628404745042069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113628404745042069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113628404745042069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113628404745042069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2006/01/hey-hey-guess-who-i-saw-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113594850059237488</id><published>2005-12-30T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T06:39:17.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt truly blessed during the whole Metamorphosis camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 3 major night talks by the speaker Rich Miller and you could feel the presence of God in the midst. I'm thankful that Andrea was there to hug and pray for me when I needed prayer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I liked the last message the best. He showed us a movie clip - Horse Whisperer. It's about a rebellious horse that wouldn't let the owner and his daughter ride it. The father had to bind up one of it's hoof and it struggle vigourosly to run but it fell to the ground due to exhaustion. It was only then that he allowed the girl to saddle and ride on it. Much faith was also taken by the girl to trust in her father to ride the horse as she feared it. He related the incident to what God sometimes do in our lives. Isn' it so similar? That God sometimes have to break us down so badly and we learn a really hard lesson before we know that we need Him badly and to totally surrender ourselves to Him. But discipline's good cause it shows that He really value us and wants to mold us :) I'm thankful because when I went out for the alter call, Ruth happened to be beside me and we hugged and prayed for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another major part of the camp for me was that I had a great opportunity to serve Him as a back-up singer. Although I spent lesser time with my group then I would have like to and skipped relaxation time, I got to know people from both NUS and NTU better. To work with people who have a passion for worship. It was really good :) I think through singing, I also learn to release things to the Lord :) Really grateful for the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project X was also one of the highlights during the camp where my group was assigned to reach out to foreigners at orchard road. And guess what? I actually shared my testimonial to an indonesian teenager in Chinese. Imagine, in Chinese! Then when I prayed with her, I realised my difficulty. But I suppose God looks at the heart. And I'm gonna brush up on my chinese. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had so much fun playing Taboo with my group members. It was really so funny when others descirbe the words. I laughed till I was rolling on the ground. Ooch.. my stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the water bombing was really fun. Chasing people around with plastic bags filled with soya sause, detergent and what not :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl session with Edlyn, Drea and Doreen was also quite enjoyable with laugther :) wished you were there Bel :) I realised that with what we've shared, we've grown in our own ways. That all of us are at different stages in our lives be it in ministry or towards understanding ourselves and growing in maturity. But it's good that we can learn and support each other :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the NTU dinner on the last night, they celebrated the birthdays for those that fall in the month of december and I love the cake very much:) It's from secret recipe and it's full of chocolate and there's a layer of mushmallows :) yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite so happy. I feel like dancing :) Maybe I will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Centre of it all&lt;br /&gt;The universe declares in awe&lt;br /&gt;Your majesty, I surrender all&lt;br /&gt;I make You the centre of my life&lt;br /&gt;Lord I respond with all I am&lt;br /&gt;You placed in me the song&lt;br /&gt;Of Heaven's melody&lt;br /&gt;Your Majesty, I lived to sing Your song :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113594850059237488?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113594850059237488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113594850059237488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113594850059237488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113594850059237488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-felt-truly-blessed-during-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113552048104189765</id><published>2005-12-25T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T06:21:21.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you feel the mountains tremble?&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear the oceans roar?&lt;br /&gt;When the people rose to sing of&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ the risen One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I listen to this song, I really feel like dancing :) Meta Camp's tomorrow! And I'm so excited. And I'm back-up for 2 worships :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it may sound strange, but sometimes when I sing praises like these, I thank God for something that happened that inspires hope in me when really in reality, there's no hope left of it. Perhaps it means another thing. To rejoice in things that happened and are yet to come. I'm puzzled. I really am :) notice.. I'm not confuse cause I'm happy and positive:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113552048104189765?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113552048104189765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113552048104189765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113552048104189765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113552048104189765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/did-you-feel-mountains-tremble-did-you.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113551758454425317</id><published>2005-12-25T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T05:33:04.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Live each day to the fullest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113551758454425317?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113551758454425317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113551758454425317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113551758454425317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113551758454425317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/live-each-day-to-fullest.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113540454707050454</id><published>2005-12-23T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T22:13:44.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:) smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113540454707050454?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113540454707050454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113540454707050454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113540454707050454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113540454707050454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/smile.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113527045252016854</id><published>2005-12-22T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T09:14:45.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S Lewis was a good show. And like all good movies, it invoked my thoughts. The main gist follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cruel can a human heart become. How cold and heartless. Like the white witch. How so many things in our life tempt us in becoming selfish. Like the chocolates (gluttony) and power that tempted Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sly and cunning that these traps are in place to attack us at our weak spots that we forget our main goal - that is to honour Him. (Like when the witch uses emotional guilt to lure Peter into the trap of telling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose at the end of the day or my journey, it would indeed be a great honour to be commisioned at the right hand side of God. Where He would adorn us with titles and it would be a great joy to hear "Well done great and faithful servant, you've run the race well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's only by God's blood that we're redeemed. No matter how badly we sinned. That leads me to think. Yes, forgive the sin and the love the sinner. But then again, we cant put two issues separately, so I learnt from cell group, cause one is responsible for one's actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet what I liked was the ending. Where they came back to reality. That even though those battles happen in the spiritual realm, it is down here that we start the battle. As the lights of the theater are turned back on, and so is our battle on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this movie re-enforces what I learnt from Ephesians 6. To put on the full armour of God and step out with the message of peace. In faith, hope and love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a separate note, I love wild animals. The magnificance of the killer whales when they jump in the air - like in Free Willy. The tigers and lions that roam in the wild. That presumably protect and rule the jungles. The speed of the cheetah's run. Maybe, and maybe, I'll get to ride on them one day, I told Andrea :) "Yeah!" was her reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I learnt another thing today. That anger sometimes can be good. That is of righteous anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113527045252016854?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113527045252016854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113527045252016854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113527045252016854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113527045252016854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/chronicles-of-narnia-by-c.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113523405844559975</id><published>2005-12-21T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T08:03:21.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read Andrea's blog. And I wanted to blog too.&lt;br /&gt;I love Pride and Prejudice too! Have always loved the classics. Like Great Expectations and Sense and Sensibility :)&lt;br /&gt;The show was wonderful. I caught it yesterday with Andrea and Colin.&lt;br /&gt;With music, and dancing and laughter. Life's so simple for them, just learn how to cook and sew and bake and if you're fortunate enough, learn to play the piano. Andrea loves it. I like the dancing part too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it would have be marvellous to enjoy the scenery, the cottages and the dances in those times, I think that I would get a little bored. Life for the women there is simply to be a good homemaker or they set their aims on simply getting a rich husband. I think it's a little belittling to women and their role in society. Didn't really like the way the father treated his 2 younger daughters - he wanted to marry them off simply because they were an embarassment. However, I must admit I do recognise his affection for Elizabeth. Rather endearing. And perhaps he's a good father after all (in a certain sense) just a little bias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a certain way, I see the importance of a good up-bringing and am thankful for my own :)&lt;br /&gt;I like the exchange of wits especially across Elizabeth and Mr Darcy. Fascinating and intriguing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a worthwhile movie to catch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went jogging early in the morning by myself today. Managed to complete the usual route, though at a slower pace since I wasn't running with Hannah. She's on a mission trip. It's good to have a song in your heart when you run. You thank God for the wonderful creation that surrounds :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too am closing a chapter in my life. It's a little messy but complete :) It's a good closure. And I'm glad :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching another movie later and having dinner with 2 of my gorgeous friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113523405844559975?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113523405844559975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113523405844559975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113523405844559975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113523405844559975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-read-andreas-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113508321609069952</id><published>2005-12-20T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T04:53:36.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God is good&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;He puts a song of praise in this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;His heart will shine&lt;br /&gt;God is good&lt;br /&gt;He's so good&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I may not understand&lt;br /&gt;All the things he has for me&lt;br /&gt;My life is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;And through the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;You will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;You will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good&lt;br /&gt;He's so good&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113508321609069952?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113508321609069952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113508321609069952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113508321609069952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113508321609069952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/god-is-good-all-time-he-puts-song-of.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113504563720675361</id><published>2005-12-19T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T18:27:17.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a secret.. it's such an excitable secret.. can you keep the secret? :) *clap hands*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113504563720675361?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113504563720675361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113504563720675361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113504563720675361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113504563720675361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-got-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113495509488410235</id><published>2005-12-18T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T17:18:14.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is playing such a big joke on me. And I seriously dont know whether to laugh or to cry. But I must admit it's rather amuzing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113495509488410235?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113495509488410235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113495509488410235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113495509488410235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113495509488410235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-is-playing-such-big-joke-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113483250184349379</id><published>2005-12-17T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T07:15:01.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/IMG_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/IMG_0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/IMG_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Grand Copthorne Waterfront Hotel with Sarah, Val and Ryan for international buffet. Thanks to Ryan for having those buffet vouchers :) The spread was rather good. There's goat cheese, seafood salad, fresh mussels and my favourite - raw salmon. Andrea, there's even your favourite dried mushrooms - a whole container of them! It's been a long time since we went out as a cell group. And to those that weren't present, you're remembered :) And now to the pictures... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/IMG_0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/IMG_0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan all ready to eat gorge the food.. haha &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/IMG_0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/IMG_0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/IMG_0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/IMG_0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I promoting the bookmark! haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113483250184349379?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113483250184349379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113483250184349379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113483250184349379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113483250184349379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-went-to-grand-copthorne-waterfront.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113483076729279854</id><published>2005-12-17T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T06:46:07.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/IMG_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/IMG_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/IMG_0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Crazy wild fun!! Whohoo!! They are the guys who celebrated my birthday with me at settlers!! (plus Hannah who came later) Miss you Isabel and Edlyn.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/IMG_0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/IMG_0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The babes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/IMG_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/IMG_0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The whole gang!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113483076729279854?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113483076729279854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113483076729279854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113483076729279854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113483076729279854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/crazy-wild-fun-whohoo-they-are-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113483013862316900</id><published>2005-12-17T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T02:55:21.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The pictures are up!! Get them from me guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Malaysia trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/IMG_0032.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/IMG_0032.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/IMG_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The bunch of us kids! (Including Auntie Lee Cher) But we're looking at the wrong direction. Well, I still think the picture's pretty cool :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/IMG_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/IMG_0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Keryn and I. She is soooo adorable! She's 1 year 2 months now and she can walk with her squeeky shoes :) Hyperactive! and so cute! It's a joy to have her around. All the adults and children seem to be so fond of her. My mum said I was like that in the past. Friendly and sociable. And I could hold my chopsticks at 2! I was thinking that I should be quite an extrovert.. hmm, wonder what happened along the way.. But hey, I'm happy of what I've become now:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/IMG_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kelda and the lovely flowers :) The flowers of varied colours are so beeautiful. I especially like the purple ones :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The scenery was breath-taking as well. You could actually see the clouds sink into the valley below. That's cameron highlands for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113483013862316900?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113483013862316900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113483013862316900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113483013862316900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113483013862316900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/pictures-are-up-get-them-from-me-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113474818708302202</id><published>2005-12-16T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T07:49:47.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have always liked the night.&lt;br /&gt;The moon whose light just overspills a little to the surrounding dark clouds.&lt;br /&gt;In it's glory and splendor.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like travelling alone.&lt;br /&gt;Taking long strolls through the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the waves as they hit the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;To sit down by the fine sand and pace my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the dark.&lt;br /&gt;The mysteries it withhold.&lt;br /&gt;Things of the past that haunt.&lt;br /&gt;And things that are yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;And the present decisions that shape my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illusive.&lt;br /&gt;Provocative.&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed.&lt;br /&gt;How do I express?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I should not belong there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113474818708302202?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113474818708302202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113474818708302202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113474818708302202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113474818708302202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-always-liked-night.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113466867968672329</id><published>2005-12-15T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T09:57:19.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I should let you all take a sneak overview of my diary life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;I am really blessed today. Being able to go to town with my sister to Orchard, just simply spending time with her during her growing teenage years, peering a little more into her life, has been a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lost in search of the bus stop to take a bus to Holland Village and I called Sam to ask him for directions. And she commented during the train ride that I have many good friends. And yes, thank you for blessing me with good friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Settlers' to meet Sam, Doreen, Andrea and Jon. Hannah came later. I really had a good time of games with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Doreen bought me a white belt from top shop. I never had a birthday present from top shop or have anything from there for that matter. The things there are quite expensive, Hannah was commenting. And yar, it's not the present that I'm most glad about. It's knowing that our friendship is of value to them. And I have known them for say 4 months plus, which is not a very long time and yet we are now good friends. I'm touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon made a wonderful card for me, full of interesting postcards and all :) He has this creative spark in him, which never cease to amaze me. I think he uses his talent to cheer people yup. Which I think adds color to all our lives. Thanks for being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling Andrea was so cute. She called me earlier and asked me what my favorite cartoon character was. Guess what she gave me? A very nice balloon with Winnie the Pooh and Piglet on it and a pair of gorgeous ear rings :) Just thinking of Andrea makes me smile. She's never lack of energy and her bubbly character is ever so addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah gave me a pair of ear rings and a book. Although I told Val that I would rather not receive a book, I think this book is really something I need. It's a book for daily reflection and verses to encourage me. I appreciate it Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a good time with them all. And God, I'm thankful for the friends you strategically placed in my life. It's been quite some time since I had such a celebration on my birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the bus home with Hannah and Jon and I seemed to be talking more. I have been rather silent during the trip to Malaysia and these few months for that matter. Sure, Malaysia's been a good time of reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God, I really felt your presence during my walk back with Hannah. I shared with her stuff that I felt came out of conviction and I miss those moments of sharing. There is this certain sense of fulfillment from within. God, I remembered the 2 questions Auntie Mui Fong asked me. "What gives you the most satisfaction and what disappoints you the most?" I answered: "I feel the most satisfaction in giving others hope and most depressing when people lose hope." God, I like times of sharing like these. There is a sense of meaning and purpose in what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, life indeed is simple. In whatever you do, whether in commitment (in relationships), in work, in service, I believe that as long as you honor God, God with honor you. Every thing must point back to Him and glorify His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivien dropped by our block and all 3 of us had a good session of sharing and praying till 12 midnight. It was a good time of encouraging one another and building each other up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter,&lt;br /&gt;enting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can only be understood backwards; But it must be lived forwards says:&lt;br /&gt;worth is not based in your successes in relationships or studies or status for that matter&lt;br /&gt;Life can only be understood backwards; But it must be lived forwards says:&lt;br /&gt;but in knowing who you are&lt;br /&gt; .:: tangled heart strings ::. says:&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;.:: tangled heart strings ::. says:&lt;br /&gt;-hugs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113466867968672329?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113466867968672329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113466867968672329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113466867968672329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113466867968672329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/maybe-i-should-let-you-all-take-sneak.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113457304115385943</id><published>2005-12-14T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T07:44:02.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life can only be understood backwards; But it must be lived forwards :P</title><content type='html'>I had a great day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off with a jog with Hannah and she sang me this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to you (opps out of tune)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha.. thanks girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went Orchard with my darling sister En Min. Wanted to "chop" items before the mango sale tomorrow but sadly all the shops were closed due to preparation for the sale tomorrow :(&lt;br /&gt;Met Samuel at Kinokuniya and had starbucks with him when En Min decided to make a move to shop for her friends' present alone. So sad. Will call Matthias along next time *nods head X3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we headed on to far east to get Samuel's belt buckle with the England flag on it with a brown belt. Brass colour. nice. Got Samuel a necklace for his birthday which is a week overdue. looking good. *raise eyebrow ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. Then we went to Alley Way opposite John Little, next to Rouge. I got a White Russian and he a Strawberry Magarita. The ambience was good. Isabel popped by halfway. She kept on gorging on her famous amos cookies :) haha kidding girl. Samuel had to go on his "date" and so we parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar, and Izzy said my face was red when I came out - like I had sun-tan. Cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;And my response: Yar, I'm bushing cause somebody complimented me :P *fans face* ha ha Spend 15 bucks to get my face red?? no way! I enjoyed the drink :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the night was spend shopping with Izzy :) I want to complain! Everytime I go shopping with Izzy, we seemed to have a lot of items to buy and we spend a lot! But I'm glad. She got me perfume. I invested in a cremish white coloured bag, suitable for dinners :) It seems that I'm becoming more tai-tai-ish :) haha. Hi 5 Andrea! No - I would call that class :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home, my family was there to celebrate my birthday! Wow. So touched :) Kam tong. (Hokkien) Like my friend always say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for those who wished me happy birthday and those who spent the day with me:) You and all my friends made my day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113457304115385943?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113457304115385943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113457304115385943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113457304115385943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113457304115385943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-can-only-be-understood-backwards.html' title='Life can only be understood backwards; But it must be lived forwards :P'/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113448481147030021</id><published>2005-12-13T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T06:40:11.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back!! From Malaysia! Nothing much just shopped and eat and sleep. Ha ha. But had a great time. Was quite fun. Keith was rather hyper (I think the fruit punch had alcohol) - kept on declaring his love for Cerise. ha ha. And Mark was rather quiet. hmm. Maybe too shock by Keith's outburst. Oh oh and he kept getting his head stuck somewhere. And Jeremiah and Auntie Lee Cher was very funny.. and I learnt lots from the fathers and mothers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will upload the pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, as much as I enjoyed the time to myself for reflection, I actually was rather excited to reach back to Singapore :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113448481147030021?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113448481147030021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113448481147030021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113448481147030021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113448481147030021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-back-from-malaysia-nothing-much.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113396854698760503</id><published>2005-12-07T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T07:37:50.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loyalty to Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadership&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discipline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professionalism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care for Soldiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not what u leave behind but what u gain in the days ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar? I passed by these banners as I made my way towards the parade ground together with Auntie Doris, Grandpa and Grandma. It has been a real long time since I spoke to Auntie Doris and it was a good opportunity to catch up. And through my conversation with Sam's grandpa, who was a Warrant Officer 1 in the past, I did learn some new stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now progressed to become a professional photographer! I charge double for every good shot or every shot with the main star captured. I can even capture Samuel as he did the march-pass!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From afar, the 4 companies - Bronco, Cougar, Falcon and Hawk seem like tiny green ants. But when I went down with Auntie Doris to capture her putting on her son's cap, the tiny green ants seemed to be tall, dark, tough boys turn men. Maybe there really is truth in my friend's comment: You can really tell the difference between those guys that have gone through NS and those that have not. There is this certain look in their eyes which says "I've been through tough times before."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though as small as this parade might seem, there is this certain sense of pride and honor in this. And I really want to apologize for not being able to attend your commission parade. (you know who you are) I am really honored to have been invited and I'm so proud of you both :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/meandsam2pop.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/meandsam2pop.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/Me%20n%20Ting%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/Me%20n%20Ting%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113396854698760503?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113396854698760503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113396854698760503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113396854698760503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113396854698760503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/loyalty-to-country-leadership.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113378705848335225</id><published>2005-12-05T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T04:50:58.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I was thinking about some stuff before I took an afternoon nap. Then I woke up and my thinkings cleared. Time is short. Life is short. You may say that 20 is still young, you still have a long life to live. But I beg to differ. I'm reaching my prime soon and like what Hui Juan said during the girl talk session during the YA retreat half a year back, time will indeed pass fast once a girl reaches her twenties. Sooner than you know it you'll be working.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I want to embrace life. I have been pondering over writing this issue on my blog. But I decided to write my intentions down.. I feel like joining the prayer meetings held by crusade on wednesdays. (By the way, I'm scared of Blitz! (which follows after). Once school start, I don't know if my course's too hectic especially I'm doing my heavy accounting modules next sem. Or I may be too preoccupied with other stuff. I dont know if I'll be caught up in the area of being too busy for the meetings and laziness to go. Perhaps someone could help me by literally dragging me over :) haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113378705848335225?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113378705848335225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113378705848335225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113378705848335225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113378705848335225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-i-was-thinking-about-some-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113345418766329710</id><published>2005-12-01T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T08:23:07.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's my turn to upload the pics!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/medreador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/medreador.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me, drea and dor at orchard :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/PICT0842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/PICT0842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beach Babes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/PICT0864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/PICT0864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 5 tigeress .. raaa..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, I look fat for the rest of the pics :P So that's it!! haha.. Rock on man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113345418766329710?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113345418766329710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113345418766329710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113345418766329710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113345418766329710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-my-turn-to-upload-pics-me-drea-and.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113342515275883305</id><published>2005-12-01T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T07:58:24.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/1600/red%20hair!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4047/1173/320/red%20hair%21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel has finally gotten her wish. I'm now a full-fledged ah lian!! :( With my eyebrows threaded into an sharp arhed shape and my hair dyed into a copper red, I now dispell a "Dont try me" look. And oh, ah lians do get into fights and have marks all over their body as prove of their violence. I am no exception. Both my nerves in my hands have been strained with my back muscle aching due to me having to lift my whole body weight up onto the lazer 3 days ago. My nose is also burned due to forgetful me putting sun block everywhere except my nose! during the sailing of course. And if you noticed the big scar across my left calf, that is due to the roller blading session I had with my siblings just last night. Good thing the ice-skating ring was unavailable on saturday when I was out! Or else it could have been worse...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and guess what? Ah Lians are never tired. They still bash people up even when they are injured. And so, a run with Hannah is waiting for me in a few hours time. haha&lt;br /&gt;But, But, I think I like it. I like all that has happened to me. It shows that I dare to try and experiment. It shows good spirits, it shows that I have activities with my friends and family. It shows that I am young. It shows that, whatever my appearance may change, I am still me, the dear dear En Ting. And it shows that I am a child of the most high God :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113342515275883305?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113342515275883305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113342515275883305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113342515275883305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113342515275883305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/12/isabel-has-finally-gotten-her-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113336246977260389</id><published>2005-11-30T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T06:54:29.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should I or should I not? Should I or should I not?&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, why think so much, I feel like going..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::  exodus to freedom  ::. says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;.::  exodus to freedom  ::. says:&lt;br /&gt;i think you shld go.&lt;br /&gt;.::  exodus to freedom  ::. says:&lt;br /&gt;you will enjoy yrself.&lt;br /&gt;.::  exodus to freedom  ::. says:&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;.::  exodus to freedom  ::. says:&lt;br /&gt;and feel like a princess&lt;br /&gt;.::  exodus to freedom  ::. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113336246977260389?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113336246977260389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113336246977260389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113336246977260389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113336246977260389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/11/should-i-or-should-i-not-should-i-or.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13381059.post-113318903277978510</id><published>2005-11-28T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T07:11:08.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am happy today. H A P P Y!! hmm, woke up at 7 am. Packed my back and rush down to Tampines. For what?? Sailing. Yup. hmm, was intending to have a good tan, but sadly there was not much sun. And was intending to have a thrilling experience, but sadly, the wind was not that strong. But hey, was quite fun la. At least I tried 2 capsize drills - half-way capsize and full capsize. If not for that Jonathan. Came to my lazer on the speed boat and ask my coach to teach me capsize drill!! But hey, I think the drills were fun.. ha ha. Then our boom became detached during the full capsize drill and had to be towed back by the speed boat.. it's a good experience. I enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I went out with Drea, Dor and Sam. Finally found some friends that are as crapy as me.. Today's fun, tomorrow will be better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13381059-113318903277978510?l=enting-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/feeds/113318903277978510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13381059&amp;postID=113318903277978510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113318903277978510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13381059/posts/default/113318903277978510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enting-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>enting-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13933560939194731334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
