<?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-12817264</id><updated>2011-12-02T00:53:44.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i would give the world to tell your story;</title><subtitle type='html'>smILE. (:</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12817264.post-1477680082031470470</id><published>2007-10-22T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T01:04:17.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#f5f5dc;"&gt;This blog was who I was. Who I &lt;em&gt;was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yoohoo people, stop coming here, please.  For &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;sake.&lt;br /&gt;Try memorising my Xanga instead of always coming here to access my Xanga. Thank you, you are very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, sadly, one thing is left unchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you. And you and YOU and &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; and you and you and ALL OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still put God first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f5f5dc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f5f5dc;"&gt;Sorry I can't stop, I'm trying so very hard already, no, don't drive me crazy anymore! )=&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-1477680082031470470?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1477680082031470470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=1477680082031470470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1477680082031470470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1477680082031470470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-blog-was-who-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-1092744214224087590</id><published>2007-10-16T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T14:18:32.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#f5f5dc;"&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Stop it, you idiot Lum Shu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-1092744214224087590?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1092744214224087590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=1092744214224087590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1092744214224087590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1092744214224087590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-are-you-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-5303406439575346248</id><published>2007-07-15T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:33:41.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the world came tumbling down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f5f5dc;"&gt;After so many weeks and months, I find myself falling back down to the state I've used to be in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f5f5dc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f5f5dc;"&gt;How am I going to cope, why do I feel so left out once again and why are my skin problems becoming worser and worser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f5f5dc;"&gt;HOW THE HECK AM I GOING TO FIND BACK THAT CHILD-LIKE FAITH I ONCE HAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#f5f5dc;"&gt;HOW YOU TELL ME HOW! WHAT THE shit is going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-5303406439575346248?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5303406439575346248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=5303406439575346248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/5303406439575346248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/5303406439575346248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-world-came-tumbling-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-2021157949699894894</id><published>2007-07-08T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T10:59:17.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to cover up the loner post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/crossed_threshold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/crossed_threshold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/crossed_threshold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/crossed_threshold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/crossed_threshold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/crossed_threshold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/crossed_threshold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/crossed_threshold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/crossed_threshold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/crossed_threshold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/crossed_threshold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/crossed_threshold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/crossed_threshold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/crossed_threshold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/crossed_threshold"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2021157949699894894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=2021157949699894894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/2021157949699894894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/2021157949699894894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-cover-up-loner-post.html' title='to cover up the loner post'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-1739803036775500502</id><published>2007-07-08T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T10:51:16.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loner post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#f5f5dc;"&gt;Hey you, don't ever be the middleman. You end up with everyone seemingly dao towards you and somehow pissed at you. And you can never have the best of both worlds. Now you're stuck in the middle of nowhere. (When can both worlds ever join together.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sort of "fated" to be like this. Hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-1739803036775500502?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1739803036775500502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=1739803036775500502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1739803036775500502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1739803036775500502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/07/loner-post.html' title='loner post'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-5748675476372710216</id><published>2007-07-02T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:45:42.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved to xanga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello! As I've said before, I'm moving to Xanga because this is the 160th post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have so many many things to say and praise God for after not blogging for so long.(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bye blog, I may come back if Xanga fails to satisfy me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/crossed_threshold"&gt;CLICK THIS(:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-5748675476372710216?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5748675476372710216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=5748675476372710216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/5748675476372710216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/5748675476372710216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/07/moved-to-xanga.html' title='moved to xanga!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-14476742240078983</id><published>2007-06-25T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T17:30:34.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new english teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh goodness. My new English teacher is the top squash player in Singapore and has been holding to title for 7 years already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wow, we're gonna be learning all about squash from now onwards during English lessons. Splendid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She even has plans to participate in the SEA games at the end of this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Oh don't worry, it won't affect you all at all; my trainings would be in the evenings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Like hello, it's not whether you would be present or not for lessons, it's whether you would even be able to concentrate when you're teaching us and not like suddenly start drawing a squash racket on the whiteboard in the middle of the lesson or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And she's seemingly biased towards all those in sports CCA.. Haha I wish Jodee all the best. Surely get called most frequently one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-14476742240078983?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/14476742240078983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=14476742240078983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/14476742240078983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/14476742240078983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-english-teacher.html' title='new english teacher'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-5401029434846937398</id><published>2007-06-24T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:11:10.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts, after the previous post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Okay, I've calmed down a little. And now here's my final post before I chiong my last bit before school starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yup some random stuff I forgot to add in yesterday. :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;One of the awards was seriously wrongly given yesterday. )): Hmmm. To that person who didn't get it: Please persevere in doing what you've been doing all the while, yeah?(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My bro says don't need to get so bothered by these kinda stuff cos it's all just Man's praises, so yeah God sees it and that's all that's enough. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And what did Claudia and the MOB team do to Ex Buddy Loke Wei Xian huh? She's like totally transformed. -_- In the physical way I mean. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Chrysan's a retired middleman. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Beware! Chrysan goes into an insane fit as the after-effect of severe stage fright. The most common symptom is whacking people with her tie and then quickly retreating it to cover her ugly Cedar uniform buttons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I simply dislike Collide by Howie Day for some reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;They know it but they're not doing anything about it. Hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Okay off I go into second semester, I'll work harder (x10000000) for God's glory. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-5401029434846937398?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5401029434846937398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=5401029434846937398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/5401029434846937398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/5401029434846937398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-thoughts-after-previous-post.html' title='random thoughts, after the previous post'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-1123701514715780595</id><published>2007-06-23T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T22:58:45.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo and church probs yet again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know how sad and depressing the slope outside Bartley Church is at night. People walking along that road can get emo so easily even if they didn't want to. Yeah, like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And our church is totally wrecked like madness. There was this sign outside the church that said that the errection of the building would end around the mid of July 2007. Haha I thought it was the rebuilding would end by mid July 2007 cos I didn't read the title properly. Like I kept re-reading the year 2007 because church couldn't be rebuilded that fast right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, today's yf kinda sucked. ):[ I'm currently in the most horrible and disgusting position ever. Like I know everyone's point of view. -______- It's just driving me insane. I can already imagine myself yelling then collapsing and crying when I've reached the peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why the hell do we always have so many problems? You know how irritating it is. Like why can't we just live in peace and harmony. /:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I asked Minghui how her year people manages to bond so well. Then she said basically they all don't care. Esp the boys. Then like if got any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; quarrels the next day ok already. Why can't we be like that? It's very nerve-wrecking okay. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hate it when people start to get insensitive or not so sensitive and then also over-sensitive. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And then there's so many problems once church camp is over and MOB team comes back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hannah and Claud's back from the MOB trip, yes they are insane indeed. And they've overdone it a bit too. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I hate what my mom is saying now urrrgggggghhhh. D:&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like how I haven't changed at all. Stop it okay! I've changed quite a bit and I'm still trying to change so stop trying to get me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hate it when I get so pissed easily and it just reduces me to tears. Urgh so irritating..! /:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts next week. Great. I'm not even prepared. Not at all okay.&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning there were problems at school. Then recently/all the while at church. Then also all the while at home. Like, I don't even have anywhere that I can get the minimal peace?! I suddenly feel like a homeless piece of ****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-1123701514715780595?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1123701514715780595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=1123701514715780595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1123701514715780595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1123701514715780595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/emo-and-church-probs-yet-again.html' title='emo and church probs yet again'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-4357041033420759308</id><published>2007-06-19T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T18:41:04.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"lost" keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I left my keys at home yesterday. So just now, I had to wait at the swimming pool till 5.15pm for mom to come back and rescue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;While waiting, I was listening to some songs in my phone, something I haven't done in quite a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Haha I was trying to hear out the different instruments in the songs, especially the chorus. Luckily there wasn't much people around at the swimming pool so I could blast my music away.(: At first I was singing one, then when I saw people standing quite far away staring at me I realised I was singing too loudly so I gave up singing hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;And I made quite a cool discovery. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I can actually &lt;em&gt;hear &lt;/em&gt;the keyboard and a little of synth in the chorus part of You are God Alone! I mean, usually the keyboard and the synth can't be heard during the chorus parts, only drums, guitars and singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;And yay, I got a little more of You Are God Alone's keyboard parts. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Church camp from Sat noon till Sunday noon was good. I suppose. The sermons were good, but I couldn't really stay awake during the Sunday morning one. o.O The apartment was really nice. Teehee. :DD And the toilets were fabulous hahahaha. But then I got a little pissed on Sunday because I had to leave already and Alethea and the rest were driving me mad with their plan of losing a 1000 calories. Like she said it at least 20 times. Haha. -_______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Anyway, it's commanders test this Thursday. A bit scary. /:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;HAHAHA and Claudia jiayou for your trumpeting in the following week! :DD You're very pro lah I know. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-4357041033420759308?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4357041033420759308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=4357041033420759308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4357041033420759308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4357041033420759308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/lost-keys.html' title='&quot;lost&quot; keys'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-2433466403996888318</id><published>2007-06-13T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:46:32.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>155th post: moving to xanga soon! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;HELLO. This is my 155th post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I'll officially move to Xanga by the &lt;strong&gt;160th&lt;/strong&gt; post. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I like Xanga because you can make &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; smiley faces :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Yay going shopping later with Mom because we have this $30 voucher thing :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So I better go chiong my work now. /:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Church camp starts on Friday. But I'm only going on Saturday and Sunday. But it isn't part of church camp booking - it's my parents book the same hotel on our own one. So yeah... meet you guys there. :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Mel don't be sad ok, we'll all go for a &lt;strong&gt;MEGA&lt;/strong&gt; ice skating trip in Nov. Skate until the rink close also can. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So now we must study very very hard okay! Yay jiayou for your common tests in July, do it well for God's glory yeah(: Oh and all of us Sec 3s can always bring some homework and all mug together one Saturday. Hehehe. Then we can all be smart together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Haha maybe it's a bit too idealistic but we can always try. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-2433466403996888318?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2433466403996888318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=2433466403996888318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/2433466403996888318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/2433466403996888318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/155th-post-moving-to-xanga-soon-d.html' title='155th post: moving to xanga soon! :D'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-779654677321993455</id><published>2007-06-12T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:24:17.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know how to play you are God Alone beginning already. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hehehe. I know how to play the beginning of You are God Alone already! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Thanks Alethea for the song haha.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;But weirdly, it's in A flat major. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And I had a pretty bad dream last night, ended up tearing when I woke up. ): Dreamt that some church friends were being mean to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-779654677321993455?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/779654677321993455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=779654677321993455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/779654677321993455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/779654677321993455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-know-how-to-play-you-are-god-alone.html' title='i know how to play you are God Alone beginning already. :D'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-6038338997264283438</id><published>2007-06-12T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:10:02.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>casa rosa house to be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Today's such a...&lt;br /&gt;quiet day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came up with a D major tune hehe.&lt;br /&gt;And even fitted some words into it.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'll be moving to xanga soon. When the time is right. :D&lt;br /&gt;But then I'll miss this blog leh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family's happpyyy! Cos we finally got our house, God is good yeah. :D Thanks for all the prayers. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-6038338997264283438?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6038338997264283438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=6038338997264283438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/6038338997264283438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/6038338997264283438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/casa-rosa-house-to-be.html' title='casa rosa house to be!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-8458228565924620640</id><published>2007-06-09T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T16:21:20.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wallet found and "worst" worship playing ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GOD IS SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMAZING, I tell you! :D:D:D:D:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I shall tell you why. Why GOD is simply so awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just now, at Toa Payoh Subway, I realised I lost my wallet. I ransacked my bag - couldn't find it. Remembered that I brought it to the toilet cos just now nobody was looking after the bags so it probably wasn't safe to leave it in my bag. So, I could have left it at the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;panicked&lt;/em&gt; like mad. Mel prayed for me - I couldn't even talk. Then we rushed to the female toilet downstairs in that office building - it wasn't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was freaking out like mad already. Told Mel that if I really lost my wallet, my mom would slaughter me. Seriously.(Later on when I told my mom, she said she would have caned me if I really lost it. :X) It would be so troublesome to get a new everything - EZ Link card, House card etc etc. And some more that time I couldn't even recall what my wallet contained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Asked the people in the toilet. Didn't see. Went up the escalator, asked the security guards - told me to go check with the people at the FCC place, the sort of main security or whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So we went. I was already going to tear. I tell you, I &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;cannot&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/em&gt;lose my wallet okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Checked with the FCC security people. They asked for my name, how my wallet looked like... And they DO have my wallet..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By then I was already tearing like crazy.. It was like, my wallet was MISSING one moment and the next, it was found. FOUND. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know how to describe the whole feeling.. The whole thankfulness that I felt - how God was &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; good. The undescribable joy. &lt;strong&gt;JOY&lt;/strong&gt;. Everything in the wallet was intact, except for a $10. The positions of the cards in my wallet were all wrong - obviously someone ransacked it. Huh, a female thief stealing $10? But that absolutely did not matter at all because my wallet was FOUND already, with all my important cards/things still inside, what more could I ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wait, I haven't said finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What made me so so &lt;em&gt;darn&lt;/em&gt; grateful and thankful, was that God was still so good to me even though I had been so &lt;strong&gt;horrible&lt;/strong&gt; previously. I was so selfish, so uncaring, so not loving, so insensitive; just so wretched and unchristian-like to the people around me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know that feeling; how small and unworthy of God's love you are, and how great and merciful and wonderful and awesome God is. It was like God was punishing and warning me of my unchristian-like actions, but yet still giving me a chance yet again to show how merciful and forgiving He is. There was this &lt;strong&gt;immense&lt;/strong&gt; joy that I felt all the way home on the bus and walking home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know, at yf just now, I was just thinking that when I'm back at home, everything would still be the same, I would still be so sian and stressed and everything would remain the same as before; that the pile of homework would still be lying there waiting for me to deal with, that I would continue to drown myself in depression, well sort of, and there would still be horrible family problems and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But you know, through this wallet incident, it was really as if God was reminding me that He is in control, and that with God, nothing is impossible and we should never have a cause for worrying or feeling stressed or burdened or whatever else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;During CG time, we were sharing incidents of how God was so real and good to us. Rachel was sharing about how she sometimes doubted God, doubting whether God was real. I think, all of us sometimes, at the lowest points in our lives, experience that also. But this wallet incident really reminded me of simply how &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; God is, how sometimes we forget that everything is in His perfect control, that we have nothing to fear, that nothing is impossible for Him, and that He would always be there for us whether we feel His presence or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today's worship was... I don't know. I really don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To me, it was my most horrible playing ever. I had the feeling Claudia had last time - that feeling that was so horrible to the extent that I really felt like quitting worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And then after I felt a bit better, Malcolm gave me another blow. He said, I played too loud. Uh hello, to me I was playing too soft especially during Great is Thy Faithfulness..?! And you know what's the reason? The two speakers were facing the audience. Like ARGH alright! I didn't even realise I was playing so loudly! And you know, that accidental organ mistake I made in the beginning when Shufen was still talking, I didn't even realise until I saw that my fingers were touching the keyboard and that Elisha was laughing at me. I couldn't even HEAR it that loudly can? I mean Shufen was talking and somehow everything was noisy to me, that I didn't even realise my mistake was &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;loud to the audience. Then, the change from Blessed be the name of the Lord to Awesome God, I made another noisy mistake. Because, the last part of Blessed I was supposed to hold G, and I stupidly did not realise beforehand that Awesome God was a &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt; sound and so I couldn't just hold like that. And then there was the stupid noisy drum beat which luckily I quickly turned off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was desperately finding someone to whine to just now. There wasn't Hannah, there wasn't Claudia. The rest were either gone already, because we had to vacate the place quickly, or uhrm, can't empathize with me, I guess. /: Haha not blaming anyone lah okay(: There was Vanessa actually, but she was feeling pretty bad also so we weren't really in the mood to comfort each other. Then I e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ven thought of whining to Elisha after Malcolm told me I was playing too loudly. But he was at jiandaofan I think. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know, my confidence on stage isn't very high last time, and today I had even less of it.. Partly because, I think, Tsura wasn't here. I don't know. But I'm not saying it's his fault lah okay. It's probably just all in the mind. But I remembered it wasn't. Aiya forget it. The more I think the more I can't remember what happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kor says I really have to stop depending on others and just be more confident of myself and what I play. Yes, and I certainly need more practice and experience to achieve that. I couldn't even improvise today, only could play rhythm stuff. Last time, I felt more relaxed on stage, I could improvise, I could smile. Today, I felt extraordinarily tense, at least more tense than before, maybe cause I had made mistakes already so I had not much of a willpower to play on properly. I don't know. I felt more stressed, like I suddenly had so many responsibilities, on stage. I wasn't confident to come in at the quiet parts, I wasn't prepared to do impromptu stuff which like what Ian and Shufen said during worship debrief today, is very important in yf worship. But you know right, sometimes I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; come in okay, but at the parts where I'm not supposed to. So I don't know when to come in and when not . ):&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because sometimes the piano or some other instrument needs supporting, sometimes they doesn't. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After we went back to our seats for the sermon, I had no more face to face the rest of the worship team. Wanted to dig a hole and bury myself in it. Felt that I had let everybody down, let the whole audience down. Knew that I had disappointed Shufen and like Elisha, at some parts of the worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't like the sound system at the new building, not at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't like the new stage as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But what to do; I'd have to try liking it, I suppose.. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next time, I want the speakers to be blasting right into my ears so that I wouldn't play so loudly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next time, I would stop saying that I was scared and nervous before we start playing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next time, I would have much more practice beforehand so that I wouldn't feel so unprepared. Next time, I would try, try very hard, to be more confident and know how to do impromptu stuff. (But then I would have to pray for a PERFECT PITCH. I want perfect pitch! /:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I have learned my lesson. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I would certainly be more prepared next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know, kor said, the heart is all that really matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, and here's something to tell non-christians that we Christians don't exactly think that we're perfect or more superior than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm whispering "I was lost, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now I'm found and forgiven." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't speak of this with pride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and need Christ to be my guide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not trying to be strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And need His strength to carry on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not bragging of success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm admitting I have failed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And need God to clean my mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not claiming to be perfect, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My flaws are far too visible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But, God believes I am worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I still feel the sting of pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have my share of heartaches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I call upon His name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not holier than thou, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm just a simple sinner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who received God's good grace, somehow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Great is Thy Faithfulness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3:&lt;br /&gt;Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,&lt;br /&gt;Thy own dear presence to cheer and to guide.&lt;br /&gt;Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;Morning by morning new mercies I see.&lt;br /&gt;All I have needed Thy hand hath provided&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-8458228565924620640?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8458228565924620640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=8458228565924620640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/8458228565924620640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/8458228565924620640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/wallet-found-and-worst-worship-playing.html' title='wallet found and &quot;worst&quot; worship playing ever'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-7353322866190216949</id><published>2007-06-09T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T10:43:48.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spiritual attack...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hahaha this is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;My bro was off to Chem tuition and my mom was going somewhere else so she told my bro, "Keep in touch ah."&lt;br /&gt;Then my bro tapped my arm and said, "Keep in touch! Keep in touch means must touch the person."&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So I was like &lt;strong&gt;KEEP IN TOUCHING &lt;/strong&gt;with my bro lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after friday prayer, I felt extremely weird. Never had that kind of feeling before.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling so irritated, angry, frustrated, weak, tired.. The whole mixture of it. I couldn't breathe properly and couldn't even walk properly.&lt;br /&gt;It was like a....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spiritual attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I prayed a million times in the name of Jesus for that stupid disturbingly weird feeling to go away.&lt;br /&gt;And I suppose I have something to share for tomorrow's worship devotion then. Cos previously I had no idea what to share. But actually... I don't feel like sharing this. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time, I collapsed onto the bed and slept without caring much about the fact that I hadn't do much work that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOB gotted mopped away to Philippines yesterday. Go, do what you're supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know I was thinking, since it's &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;race Loke and &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;annah Loke, then Daniel Loke should have been a &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;reddy Loke or something.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LHK.&lt;br /&gt;I have no comments man.&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID THEY HAVE TO PUT THE SYNTH &lt;strong&gt;IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STAGE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; do not need any further stress. :S&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, if only they would put the projector screen thing hanging in front of the stage. Then the worship team would be hidden yay!((: It's like good music coming from somewhere, and we can like serve in the backstage/non-limelight unseen. And I think people would be able to worship better also.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-7353322866190216949?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7353322866190216949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=7353322866190216949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/7353322866190216949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/7353322866190216949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/spiritual-attack.html' title='spiritual attack...?'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-1620177046824128552</id><published>2007-06-07T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:42:35.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing already</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;dead and empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I don't want MOB team to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;But after they leave, I won't want them to return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Because once they're gone, it would mean that math remedial lessons would be starting soon. Then once they come back, it would mean that school's reopening, which also means that I'm a 99.999999% dead &lt;strike&gt;person&lt;/strike&gt; vegetable idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So as being dead is a sooner or later business - I'm better off dead already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I hate Chinese PT. Because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I CAN'T TALK CHINESE IN FRONT OF THE CLASS FOR GOODNESS SAKE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urgggghhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I hate this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-1620177046824128552?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1620177046824128552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=1620177046824128552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1620177046824128552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1620177046824128552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/missing-already.html' title='missing already'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-743741840837791810</id><published>2007-06-07T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:42:38.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;In my dreams, I always kinda dream of things I &lt;em&gt;fear&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous night, I dreamt of huge spider-like things crawling rapidly across my bedroom wall. I tried to smash them with tissue but somehow I couldn't. I couldn't even see clearly, everything was blur, like my myopia suddenly became worse or something. Then there was a rat in my room. And when I told my dad that there was a rat in my room and he just said, "Eee yurr" and sat on my bed doing nothing to help while I threw tissue at him asking him to help me kill those huge spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I dreamed of MOB.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I told Claudia, "Your hair doesn't look any different what."&lt;br /&gt;(She just went for a haircut this week. And I think she kinda regretted it haha.)&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, "The extended part is a fake wig."&lt;br /&gt;?! I know, dreams are always retardedly weird.&lt;br /&gt;Then I dreamt that I was talking to Claudia on MSN when they all were already there and suddenly I flew over to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;Then there were other things in my dream, but I ain't gonna post it lah. Haha. It's too funny.&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing was just very hilarious and it doesn't really make sense now. :D&lt;br /&gt;Hannah told me her guess of what my dream would be like but nope it isn't, although I really, really hope it is the case maann. Hiehiehie. (:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Hahaha so funneh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;But why would I fear MOB. O.o &lt;em&gt;Siao&lt;/em&gt;. It's an exception yeeaah. ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the day, all the best to you all! Go in faith and remember your main aim of the whole MOB trip okay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the horror of reality. I'm praying real hard that we'll all not screw up this Saturday's worship. ))): It's real stressful for everyone I think.. Like new building, new everything. I don't know. Just hope everything will go on smoothly. OIKOS this sat is sort of weird. No John, no Tsura, no Eliel. Like how Proskuneo was a bit weird the last time cos the worship leader wasn't Ian, the singers were a little new also, the guitarist wasn't Daniel Loke etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to come super early tomorrow to like practise and stuff. And get familiar again with the synth, cos never use it for so long already.&lt;br /&gt;And the keys are like not even finalised so I need to recall how to transpose on the synth!&lt;br /&gt;One number up means one semitone up, correct.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless OIKOS this sat!&lt;strong&gt; :X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-743741840837791810?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/743741840837791810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=743741840837791810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/743741840837791810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/743741840837791810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-3486138557207921430</id><published>2007-06-06T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T17:40:27.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRASH the market</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;My mom is going, "Oh God, let the market crash! Crash crash CRASH! I hope tomorrow the terrorists will come so that the foreigners will go home then the price will go down cos nobody will buy house then we can buy house!"&lt;br /&gt;))):&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna be homeless. If we still can't get a house..&lt;br /&gt;Mom says that stuckup Adeline just rose the price of her house from 585k to 598k! The one by the pool of Casa Rosa. Grah money-faced freakkk. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we're in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;My mom can't stop sighing. I think she's going insane.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sad. I'm so sad. Why am I so sad? I'm really so sad."&lt;br /&gt;Help God, drop us a house now! ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm in quite hot soup myself.&lt;br /&gt;There's still tons of work left to do and I'm slacking my time away. )): Grr.&lt;br /&gt;And, I haven't had any &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; relaxation so far anyway. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was anyhow strumming on the guitar just now. Can't find that guitar book! Humrph.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn guitar.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano lesson later. Pray that I'll concentrate and not waste money. And that I won't be in that falling asleep state. /:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-3486138557207921430?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3486138557207921430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=3486138557207921430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/3486138557207921430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/3486138557207921430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/crash-market.html' title='CRASH the market'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-3191841601897466729</id><published>2007-06-04T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:17:19.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Oh. I forgot. MTT last friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Video was touching and inspirational.(: Though as Ian said, they exaggerate these videos most of the time, just to bring their point across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;But yeah, we &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; get the point already.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Caps ball was just a bit of a crap. I was quite disappointed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Girls would never have fun if there isn't a rule that only girls can score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;What sad lives we lead sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;But what can we do? We were made from men's ribs. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I got so mad on friday that I thought the next day was Sunday already. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Prayer at old Bartley church for the last time. Had that gloomy atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And I'll not let myself get affected by others' ___ posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-3191841601897466729?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3191841601897466729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=3191841601897466729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/3191841601897466729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/3191841601897466729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/mtt.html' title='MTT'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-3951367075333900581</id><published>2007-06-03T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:26:33.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remains of old bartley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RmLcjy_6R1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/hbA4xRd3Yt4/s1600-h/DSC02315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071858637915965266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RmLcjy_6R1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/hbA4xRd3Yt4/s320/DSC02315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Guess who's this! Haha quite obvious right, just try to recall who's the cutest one who has ever walked this earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay some more mad shots of old Bartley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RmLcRS_6R0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/T4yIasyUueg/s1600-h/DSC03373.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071858320088385346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RmLcRS_6R0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/T4yIasyUueg/s320/DSC03373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; This is cool, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RmLcCi_6RzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9Ziv1iZW-FA/s1600-h/DSC03374.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071858066685314866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RmLcCi_6RzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9Ziv1iZW-FA/s320/DSC03374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RmLbKS_6RyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_IZZCKUqRMA/s1600-h/DSC03378.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071857100317673250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RmLbKS_6RyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_IZZCKUqRMA/s320/DSC03378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We moved the stand. ;D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-3951367075333900581?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3951367075333900581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=3951367075333900581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/3951367075333900581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/3951367075333900581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/remains-of-old-bartley.html' title='remains of old bartley'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RmLcjy_6R1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/hbA4xRd3Yt4/s72-c/DSC02315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12817264.post-4889023167018122095</id><published>2007-06-03T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:04:10.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOBed away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I am confirm dead for this saturday's OIKOS worship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEAD&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Dead&lt;/em&gt;. Deaaaadddd!!&lt;br /&gt;(Do realise that this is one of the few times I'm using more than one exclamation mark.)&lt;br /&gt;UUURRRRRGGGHH...... )):&lt;br /&gt;Because,&lt;br /&gt;Tsura is off to MOB trip,&lt;br /&gt;AND SO...&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anyone to help me with the choosing of soundszzzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;I still have Vanessa!&lt;br /&gt;Okay Vanessa, you better come otherwise I'd just die this saturday and disappear from the face of the earth. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all MOB ppl: Make yourselves useful there! (I bet Claud and Hannah would be shou3 mang2 jiao3 luan4 and start losing their minds. Haha okay buddy don't be too stressed okay.(: Claud don't go mad along with Hannah. ;D)&lt;br /&gt;Great. Once you all are back to the usual lunch gang, I'd would be unable to join you all again cos school reopens. Hmph. ):&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ough. ;P Joanna Pong is funny and adorable. :D Ming Hui is mad as usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;Oh goodness I'm in such a miserable state..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly remembered that I still have the 4 articles to deal with for chinese PT, due like the end of today which is coming soon?! And then there's that RS annotated bibliography which I haven't done and if I still don't dig my face into it, my group members are gonna slaughter me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;Haha I have such a drastic change of mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;1st Church service at the Riverwalk today. It was totally not what I expected. O.o Oh dear. We were sort of late so we had to sit in the overflow haha. Ok, now I think we can't even be a few minutes late otherwise we would have to plant our butts in that overflow room and see the speaker from the main room gossipping about us from the screen. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay then there's this stupid book which is so gory yet so addictive, I don't know why I'm reading it, but I have to read it for English. And kor who koped it for three nights and finally finished with it said it was quite interesting and had lots of hidden meanings. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay well, it's quite funny lah. Twists fairy tales until you don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;What a sadistic author. The worse part is when that retarded huntress made David use that guillotine thing to sever the top part of her body from the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; bottom part of her body, so that she could join the top part of her body with the bottom part of a horse (that she had mercilessly chopped into two) with some salve thing and become a centaur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;Okay never mind, go and read the book. Haha. The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly. No it isn't our Sec 1 Lit teacher who quit haha. Luckily it isn't otherwise we'd all be dead by now with that kind of sadistically-brained Lit teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;And then kor almost killed me today. Like hello, he had completely forgotten that my standard's way different from him. But well, it was a good, forced motivation. So, thanks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to go through it twice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-4889023167018122095?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4889023167018122095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=4889023167018122095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4889023167018122095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4889023167018122095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/mobed-away.html' title='MOBed away!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-7397696030124822536</id><published>2007-05-31T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:57:58.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan Rudess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xgZhiYff7nM" width="300" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meet Jordan Rudess. Mad, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Guitar people, you can hear the last 45 seconds. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He's one of the fastest keyboardists/pianists in the world. Zai-ded like anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maksim's playing is nice too. I can just fall asleep hearing him play.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/byGI1mDi3no" width="300" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you don't have time to hear the whole thing, hear from 05:10 minutes downwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I tell you, Maksim is scary. S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So elisha, you can see how pianos can be damn cool sometimes. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-7397696030124822536?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7397696030124822536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=7397696030124822536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/7397696030124822536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/7397696030124822536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='Jordan Rudess'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-1660219553342045207</id><published>2007-05-31T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:06:23.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piano lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Oh no. Yesterday's piano lesson was quite horrid. I suddenly had dementia or something, forgot that the fingerings for LH in a sixth apart was 321 321 4321. Then after I got out of my zombie-stone-state I played a little better. But still horribly screwed up all my scales. Was so tired I couldn't even concentrate.. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And Ms Lim was still so nice even though I played so horribly. S: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So now I feel so bad. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I have no idea how I'm gonna take my exam next year March when I haven't even completed all the how many pages long pieces. Oh no I'm not putting in enough effort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And I seriously don't like my mysterious, irritating neighbour downstairs. ): He/She played &lt;strong&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/strong&gt; the same pieces for grade 7 last year. We were like competing?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And trust me, you'd feel darn weird when you hear someone else playing exactly the same thing as you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Then he/she also plays some of the Sonatina pieces my bro and I played last time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Actually it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;quite funny lah, everytime he/she plays a piece that I know, I would play it too to kind of spite him/her. Hehe. Then there would be giggling and laughing downstairs because his/her siblings would hear me playing the same thing also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But then again, he/she has so much ___ time to practise so often that I have to keep reminding my mom that we're different and I don't have as much time as him/her to practise so much. /: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Cos everytime he/she practises, my mom hears it and reminds me to go practise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So now, he/she plays the same A piece and C piece as me. Luckily our B pieces are different. Otherwise I'd just be driven mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And then I also hate Arpeggios in second inversion. I can't play properly cos the fingerings are so weird. ):&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I need to practise scales no matter how disgusting it may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On a lighter note, I like the tunes of all Snow Patrol songs.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;One week of the June "holidays" is almost over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Tomorrow's MTT and _____ birthday! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Are we &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; going to have MTT in the old BCC building...? Oh man, how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-1660219553342045207?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1660219553342045207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=1660219553342045207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1660219553342045207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1660219553342045207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/piano-lesson.html' title='piano lesson'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-4085802938316251108</id><published>2007-05-30T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:58:23.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick of the church crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Argh. I really don't understand people sometimes. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Like, you'all still don't learn from your mistakes..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Don't you get the point. The whole root of the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You don't look like you get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I didn't go GDOP for a &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; reason. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And I'm happy that I didn't.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;If this continues spreading, I'm going to die. As in literally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It already spread from two areas to &lt;em&gt;eight&lt;/em&gt; areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;No, not cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-4085802938316251108?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4085802938316251108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=4085802938316251108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4085802938316251108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4085802938316251108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/sick-of-church-crap.html' title='sick of the church crap'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-7838832460616277303</id><published>2007-05-29T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T18:09:58.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wreckage of church.... ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Was walking home from the bus stop when I decided to check out the condition of church.&lt;br /&gt;And lo and behold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The story goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv5S-MpK8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/rV1VnazZFfc/s1600-h/DSC03355.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069919909864614850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv5S-MpK8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/rV1VnazZFfc/s320/DSC03355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Tiffany entered church gingerly hoping that no one would think that she was gonna steal some church equipment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv4juMpK7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/i8Qthbrq9vs/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069919098115795890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv4juMpK7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/i8Qthbrq9vs/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;She saw the lovely red letterbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv4SuMpK6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/kszEs4rzyzE/s1600-h/DSC03354.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069918806058019746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv4SuMpK6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/kszEs4rzyzE/s320/DSC03354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Saw the round cement-like things leading to that blue car and wondered whose car it belonged to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv4I-MpK5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/tGzPrpb7V1c/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069918638554295186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv4I-MpK5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/tGzPrpb7V1c/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The cracked ground. Is gonna get shiwofewkt-ed up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv37uMpK4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/b4W0EgN9O_I/s1600-h/DSC03351.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069918410921028482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv37uMpK4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/b4W0EgN9O_I/s320/DSC03351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;She hid behind one of those huge trash trucks. And LOOK! They smashed our playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv3YeMpK2I/AAAAAAAAADo/NPVMmYUpeg0/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069917805330639714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv3YeMpK2I/AAAAAAAAADo/NPVMmYUpeg0/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Our playground. I think those men didn't see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv3PuMpK1I/AAAAAAAAADg/UVLdHej_DkY/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069917655006784338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv3PuMpK1I/AAAAAAAAADg/UVLdHej_DkY/s320/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; The red "Welcome" carpet is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv29eMpK0I/AAAAAAAAADY/mfoqppUN5eM/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069917341474171714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv29eMpK0I/AAAAAAAAADY/mfoqppUN5eM/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Look at the ceiling in the santuary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv2uOMpKzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JtGTl9p7GHw/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069917079481166642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv2uOMpKzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JtGTl9p7GHw/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Look at the horrible mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv2iOMpKyI/AAAAAAAAADI/jrzUyRagIu0/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069916873322736418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv2iOMpKyI/AAAAAAAAADI/jrzUyRagIu0/s320/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; The ladder-like tools used to wretch the santuary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv1NeMpKtI/AAAAAAAAACg/XlaB6mBsQ9Y/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069915417328822994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv1NeMpKtI/AAAAAAAAACg/XlaB6mBsQ9Y/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; The piano's shifted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv1C-MpKsI/AAAAAAAAACY/MpBO6-Rr0SQ/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069915236940196546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv1C-MpKsI/AAAAAAAAACY/MpBO6-Rr0SQ/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Luggage all packed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hmmm, I wonder how we going to have MTT on friday. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-7838832460616277303?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7838832460616277303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=7838832460616277303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/7838832460616277303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/7838832460616277303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/wreckage-of-church.html' title='wreckage of church.... ):'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlv5S-MpK8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/rV1VnazZFfc/s72-c/DSC03355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12817264.post-3808107533380648860</id><published>2007-05-28T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T17:52:25.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some more old bcc pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, I just remembered I have some more of BCC photos. Took last time when I was doing my comp studs project.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when there was this big conflict in BCC; THREE services became TWO.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when we P3s graduated from P2 and walked through the middle of the old jiejie and korkors room to sit at the front like shy little kids.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when the P5s and P6s had special Pastors/Elders talks while the other younger ones had their normal "discussion" time. Remember the time when I was a CAT, Rachel was a CAT too, Nadine was COW, my brother as a SHEPHERD at CHIJMES for the 1998 Christmas celebration skit thing. I was this cute little girl who sat on Renzi's lap or something and Shufen called me sister or something cos my name was Shu Hui. O.o I doubt she remembers haha. Then there were other old jies like Adele and Ailin (erh this is what Shufen's sis is called right :X).&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time in Sunday School when Nadine, Rachel, Sharon and I were the four musketeers because we always sat together at the back.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when Nadine and I were sneaking around in P6 2004 church camp trying to stalk a Korkor Ben who was one of the teachers taking care of us. I still have him on MSN. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when Pastor John Willis passed away at age 99 (almost 100) and I was lurking around outside the santuary like the other sunday school kids. Then I still I was telling Jo-An that he was 100. Yeah I knew it was 99, but I think I just wanted to make it sound incredible. Haha. O.o&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when pap and I went to church one saturday to fetch kor back from TM and pap asked me to go into the santuary to call him but I didn't dare to enter cos it was so filled with the older jies and kors. :O&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when Clarence Soon (carrot cake) and I were trying out tea. Lipton Tea. We added like LOADS and LOADS of sugar. To make it taste nice. But then I imagined myself drinking loads of sugar so I kinda wasted the tea and threw it into the bin. The big black bin beside the slope next to the sliding doors of the santuary.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when we were trying to climb all around the circumference of the playground, hanging on precariously onto the bars of the structure.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when I was trying to act like some old sister to Rachel Soon, leading her around the playground, down the slides. She was two, now's she's - eight?! Oh goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when Edric was called Banana because he always wore yellow. Well, now he still is. Haha not really lah.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when it was our first church camp as a TM oldie, on the boat to Batam, sitting with the old TM jies and kors, Amiel came over. To ask for the FOOD we were eating. Then someone said Amiel eats everything. Haha. He's a funny person.(:&lt;br /&gt;Remember the old CG at Naga Court at Bukit Timah, when I was only 6/7 years old, Ivan Teo and the others were extremely scary oldies to me. The lift there was a scary thing, I was always scared it would shut as soon as I entered it so I never dared to enter it alone. Then the house was a nice cosy carpeted place. I used to explore every room of it, hoping not to get caught. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hole is sort of the nicest part of church. I almost fell asleep in it one weekday if not for the fact that I heard footsteps coming down which turned out to be Shukun's. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm starting to talk stuff beyond BCC building. So back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;Our nice big building full of warmth is gonna be torn down soon. ):&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlqiq-MpKrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/impcxBlRt5Q/s1600-h/outside+of+BCC+Santuary+Main+Door.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069543189693147826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlqiq-MpKrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/impcxBlRt5Q/s320/outside+of+BCC+Santuary+Main+Door.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Urhm, the night view of church haha. (Click the pic for the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; picture, because my blog is like so &lt;em&gt;white &lt;/em&gt;somehow. ):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlqib-MpKqI/AAAAAAAAACI/TN5amYZOlmY/s1600-h/Bartley+Interior.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069542931995110050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlqib-MpKqI/AAAAAAAAACI/TN5amYZOlmY/s320/Bartley+Interior.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Church on a weekday. Without any cars. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlqUmuMpKpI/AAAAAAAAACA/kSBWiNcD0GM/s1600-h/Construction+Work+in+Progress+(from+back+of+BCC+view).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069527723515914898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlqUmuMpKpI/AAAAAAAAACA/kSBWiNcD0GM/s320/Construction+Work+in+Progress+(from+back+of+BCC+view).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The construction work in progress, taken from inside BCC. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlqTjuMpKoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/G4S_lVg6tog/s1600-h/Sun+Rosier+Condominium+(from+back+of+BCC+view).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069526572464679554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlqTjuMpKoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/G4S_lVg6tog/s320/Sun+Rosier+Condominium+(from+back+of+BCC+view).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; The view of Sun Rosier Condo from the side pathway in church.(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And my blog is trying to be funny with me. (:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-3808107533380648860?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3808107533380648860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=3808107533380648860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/3808107533380648860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/3808107533380648860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-more-old-bcc-pics.html' title='some more old bcc pics'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlqiq-MpKrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/impcxBlRt5Q/s72-c/outside+of+BCC+Santuary+Main+Door.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12817264.post-3572370887469821832</id><published>2007-05-27T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T14:36:02.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLD BCC CHURCH &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I AM GONNA MISS THE OLD BCC BUILDING AT HOW SUN DRIVE TERRIBLY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today was the last Sunday Service at the old BCC building at How Sun Drive. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There was crazy vandalism going on on the walls just now. Upstairs at Sunday School rooms, downstairs near the kitchen (Rachel's mom and Joy Teo started it first! ;D) and at The Hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh and by the way, Shukun and the 'Oldies' Team played well yesterday! Goooood job man. Then there was something extremely weird about yesterday's YF service that left me quite annoyed. I mean, there was this not-very-nice feeling that I'd probably have to feel in the future. But I'd talk about that later(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkcGeMpKlI/AAAAAAAAABg/9-BRP9iNAMs/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069113753093089874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkcGeMpKlI/AAAAAAAAABg/9-BRP9iNAMs/s200/DSC00006.JPG" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One side of The Hole. By Avelyn.(: It says: MY GOD OWNS. SATAN IS A NOOB. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlkb6eMpKkI/AAAAAAAAABY/CPGmCx1ZBYQ/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069113546934659650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rlkb6eMpKkI/AAAAAAAAABY/CPGmCx1ZBYQ/s200/DSC00004.JPG" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Done by Avelyn also.(: It says: GOD IS MOVING! SO ARE WE.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkbH-MpKjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dUHzwBNIvWg/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069112679351265842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkbH-MpKjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dUHzwBNIvWg/s200/DSC00002.JPG" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The door nearest to the kitchen. A door which I've probably never entered before. It says above it: R.U. on the HIGHWAY TO HEAVEN. Hahaha. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkaS-MpKiI/AAAAAAAAABI/8hU_Z-_TaH4/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069111768818199074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkaS-MpKiI/AAAAAAAAABI/8hU_Z-_TaH4/s200/DSC00001.JPG" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Another door which I've probably never entered before, nearest to the sliding door leading to the overflow area. Near the kitchen. There are some YF ppl's signatures at the bottom of the door hehe(: It says something like that: ENTRANCE TO RIVERWALK: TM412. JESUS OWNS AND PWNS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkZuOMpKhI/AAAAAAAAABA/XjQOPmmAtM0/s1600-h/DSC03349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069111137458006546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkZuOMpKhI/AAAAAAAAABA/XjQOPmmAtM0/s200/DSC03349.JPG" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It says: SHALOM: Peace and farewell(: We're moving! Hallelujah. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkYtOMpKgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2gq63WulyPM/s1600-h/DSC03345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069110020766509570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkYtOMpKgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/2gq63WulyPM/s200/DSC03345.JPG" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Our wonderful playground! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The monkey bars, burning hot with the sun, where we fooled around and gained lots of painful red marks. The bouncy bridge where we climbed up and down. The whirly slide. The scary steps-like thing behind the yellow slides on the other side of the playground. The long and steep steps which were once scary to us. The orange-striped roof which provided a shelter for us from the hot sun. The ants always bugging us when we sat there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkYfeMpKfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mqADOvO5jnU/s1600-h/DSC03341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069109784543308274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkYfeMpKfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mqADOvO5jnU/s200/DSC03341.JPG" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Our lovely blue stairs. Where I tripped and fell before, so embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkXRuMpKeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/heJDgB49W7Q/s1600-h/DSC03337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069108448808479202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkXRuMpKeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/heJDgB49W7Q/s200/DSC03337.JPG" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The round window in the upstairs room. The one nearest to the stairs. It says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We will remember every single part of this church! Love, Melissa, Ming Hui, Tiffany and Sharon. 27th May '07(: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkXCOMpKdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZQhyWo3Z_no/s1600-h/DSC03340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069108182520506834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkXCOMpKdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ZQhyWo3Z_no/s200/DSC03340.JPG" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It says: hello! I love Dynamite Church! Love, tiffany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dynamite Church was filled with so many fun memories lah. So sad Uncle Ming Chye the guitar guy changed church..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkWTuMpKcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KeTpZf7w1j0/s1600-h/DSC03338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069107383656589762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkWTuMpKcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KeTpZf7w1j0/s200/DSC03338.JPG" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BATCH '04&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It says: dynamite church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1999-2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;melissa + tiffany&lt;br /&gt;(: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There are many other photos, but all with Ming Hui and Sharon. Post soon. And there's gonna be the final cam-whoring (I don't really like to say this word actually ;X) on Friday during MTT. Before they heartlessly tear our 2nd home down. (Yeah no, unlike many others, school isn't a 2nd home to me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yup. Yesterday was one of the weirdest YF ever. Most of the oldies/leaders of TM went over to Tim and Yewya's wedding. Most of the J2s also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;TM was like so small all of a sudden. No TM-ish feeling. You have no idea how weird it felt like man haha. CG time was a bit of a crap (not the discussion lah); we were building tall straw structures and competing with the Sec 4s. That time right, I already had this funny feeling that everyone suddenly left TM and there was only like Sec 1s to Sec 4s? So it was so weird because when we left church and were walking towards to opposite bus stop, there sat the Sec 1s/Sec 2s instead of the usual Sec 4s, J1s and 2s. I suddenly felt like an oldie of TM.. /: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Blah. Can't really imagine TM next time without all the present leaders and with us as the future leaders. It's like, funnny isn't it. Oh dear. This isn't good okay. Cos TM still has to function well without those leaders! :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Asked kor whether he felt weird to be an oldie of TM. He said no. Then he said at first you would feel weird, but after that you'll get used to it already. Oh well. The time will come, or has already come, when you would really have to be good role models to the younger ones. O.o Like in CCA also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-3572370887469821832?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3572370887469821832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=3572370887469821832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/3572370887469821832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/3572370887469821832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/old-bcc-church.html' title='OLD BCC CHURCH &lt;3'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp1.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/RlkcGeMpKlI/AAAAAAAAABg/9-BRP9iNAMs/s72-c/DSC00006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12817264.post-959058146122165454</id><published>2007-05-22T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:40:52.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday kor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt; my hairy lion friend who lives next door, you are getting really old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Love, your feathered friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-959058146122165454?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/959058146122165454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=959058146122165454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/959058146122165454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/959058146122165454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-kor.html' title='happy birthday kor!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-3612741826215716481</id><published>2007-05-20T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T12:39:13.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the cross by hillsong</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;At The Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Hillsong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Oh Lord You've searched me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You know my way;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Even when I fail You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I know You love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Your holy presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Surrounding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;In every season,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I know You love me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I know You love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;At the cross I bow my knee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Where Your blood was shed for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;There's no greater love than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You have overcome the grave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Your glory fills the highest place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;What can separate me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You go before me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You shield my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Your hand upholds me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I know You love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And when the earth fades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Falls from my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And You stand before me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I know You love me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I know You love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You tore the veil, You made a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;When You said that it is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;His awesomeness, none can comprehend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He loves me no matter what. And this keeps me happy because I know that at least someone loves me despite my wretched condition.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so it turns out that I'll probably never be able to play at the present church location ever again. Cos I might be too old when we return. Haha. ):&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I should feel fortunate that I could even play at the old location in the first place. Cos if I had that 6 months prac before starting like Hannah they all, I wouldn't get that chance. :X&lt;br /&gt;But whatever man, it's serving God all the same right. ;D&lt;br /&gt;And we'll probably be the first to play at the LHK3 building also. Yeah. Quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arggghhh I feel soo bad for church camp. )): Sorry. (x 1000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But Mom says we might drive up on Sunday to attend the service.(: So see you there, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things happening this coming week and the first two weeks of June. Some of them are quite happy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22nd May Tues&lt;/strong&gt; - Happy Birthday kor!(: I have the most unique brother on earth. He's so funny sometimes and somehow, just different from the usual kind of brother. ;D This also shows the difference between Christian and non-Christian families. Yeah man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Student Conductor Auditions :X Pray that I won't faint/get petrified while conducting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- CCA phototaking. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23rd May Wed&lt;/strong&gt; - Off to Sungei Buloh to do that mangrove interview&lt;br /&gt;- Piano lesson. ): I haven't been practising enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th May Sat&lt;/strong&gt; - Last Yf service at the old location&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th May Sun&lt;/strong&gt; - Last Sunday service at the old location&lt;br /&gt;- Global Day of Prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th May Mon&lt;/strong&gt; - Band camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st June Fri&lt;/strong&gt; - Ministry Team Training&lt;br /&gt;- Who's birthday, I wonder? ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd June Sat&lt;/strong&gt; - Sports Extreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd June Sun&lt;/strong&gt; - First Sunday service at The Riverwalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th June Sat&lt;/strong&gt; - First Yf service at LHK3 - OIKOS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on woman, you can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-3612741826215716481?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3612741826215716481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=3612741826215716481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/3612741826215716481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/3612741826215716481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/at-cross-by-hillsong.html' title='at the cross by hillsong'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-5564193950970461186</id><published>2007-05-17T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:25:37.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYA results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have stopped looking forward to weekends ever since I stepped into RGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MYA results.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say and don't really wish to talk much about it.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that I wanna thank God so much &lt;em&gt;so much&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;so much&lt;/strong&gt; that I passed Math and English. You don't know how much I didn't dare to look at the marks on the papers when I got them back; was praying real hard. Because half the class failed Math and 70% of the Sec 3 cohort failed English. Then I got quite a shock when I got 17/25 for EL summary. Which is considered good. And that's not what I usually get. And another scream of joy when I saw that I passed Math.&lt;br /&gt;Because I failed last term. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Did quite well for Physics and SS. Entirely by His grace.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the results are like...&lt;br /&gt;But thank God anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's really, really hard to remain joyful and praise God when you get results like these (referring to those who &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; actually care about their results). If anyone's able to do that - then what else can I say? I'll pei fu you like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of quite glad I'm not going MOB/church camp/Bio Wales trip/Work Experience Programme/OSL/any other holiday this June. There's far too many things to do and I seriously need to buck up. For Him okay. Yes, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I have to face the horrible Physics PT, RS annotated bibliography and interview questions and Chinese PT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you start talking to me about PTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know, it's so hard not to judge people - when they're all competitive hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm terribly petrified that I'm actually the &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; on the list for Student Conductor Auditions on Tuesday. )): How how how. Hungarian Fantasy here I come.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can expect me to be waving my hands wildly in the air at random moments from now till Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really stop succumbing to temptations. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh happy birthday once again, Ale Goei. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if the whole world caved in, You'll still stand strong; unchangeable, unshakable, unstoppable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-5564193950970461186?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5564193950970461186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=5564193950970461186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/5564193950970461186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/5564193950970461186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/mya-results.html' title='MYA results'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-4249018368940465545</id><published>2007-05-14T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:03:33.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Itchy Scratchy Itchy Scratchy&lt;br /&gt;is the new catch phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mosquitoes in the house are irritating and horrible. ): They should just go find another source or food and stop robbing us of our blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-4249018368940465545?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4249018368940465545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=4249018368940465545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4249018368940465545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4249018368940465545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/itchy-scratchy-itchy-scratchy-is-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-247342812009562965</id><published>2007-05-14T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:10:00.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger is still screwed. )):&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something hilarious happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the bus on the way home, when this old lady (erh quite old lah(:) came to sit on my right (the inside of the seat you know). Then she scared me by starting a conversation with me. Hahaha. The story goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old lady: Why the seat so hot huh? Who sat before me..?&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Uh uh some RGS school...&lt;br /&gt;Old lady: Oh some school girl is it?&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Uh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Old lady: Are you from Raffles Girls..?&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Yeah yeah.. (which means smiling retardedly and nodding her head)&lt;br /&gt;Old lady: So you can go straight to college ah? Must continue ok!&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Uh yeah yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She almost wanted to say "Yeah RJ...", but she didn't 'cause the words just couldnt come out of her mouth haha. And then she couldn't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old lady smiling with the heartwarming kind of smile: I have a daughter who was from Hwachong last time...&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany (nodding - actually she was just nodding all the time): Orh...&lt;br /&gt;Old lady:So how did you get into RGS..?&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Uh the PSLE score..&lt;br /&gt;Old lady: Orh yeah the PSLE... Must work hard okay?&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Yeah yeah..&lt;br /&gt;Old lady: So where do you stay?&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany: Serangoon. (Okay actually not exactly Serangoon, but at that point of time, she was a bit heck care lah O.o)&lt;br /&gt;Old lady: Ohhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when she was getting off she bid the old lady goodbye. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And then when I reached home I was so tired that I collapsed onto bed. Was like telling myself, 10 minutes only lah, cos already had like the whole afternoon of things to do planned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fell asleep for a straight two hours. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6.30 pm, kor came in and said, "Dinner time!"&lt;br /&gt;I woke up startled and said, "Huh? Good morning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. And then I slept back again a few more times before getting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to prepare myself for the strenuous day of getting back results tmr.. S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank God for answering my prayer and making my day a happy one.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-247342812009562965?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/247342812009562965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=247342812009562965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/247342812009562965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/247342812009562965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/blogger-is-still-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-2240457722257597931</id><published>2007-05-13T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T15:43:31.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the present count is 15 horrible people. :S</title><content type='html'>Sorry my posts are getting so hard to read because of the faint colour. ): Blogger has some irrtating problem. &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised something. OIKOS'll be the last band to play in the present church location..&lt;br /&gt;Cos 2nd June is Sports Extreme '07 and then yf on 9th June is at the LHK3 place already.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I'm gonna miss the old church building.. Contains all our fun, lovely childhood memories. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the present count is 15.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha this is so funny. So very funny. She claps like a retarded monkey. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church Camp '07! How how how too late already lah. I just somehow feel very sian this year. So Mel and I decided not to go. ): Aiya cos we got work and stuff also lah. Mel has exams in July. And you know it's over a weekend; the last weekend before school reopens if you haven't realised! So yeah. Y'all please don't be angry ok, sorry.. )): Have fun, grow stronger in your faith, and tell me all abourrit okay.&lt;br /&gt;Claud and Hannah also you two funny people. Must urhm, learn something from there and come back and tell us all about it also! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day buffet made me horrendously fullll. Parents forced me to eat until I felt like vomiting blood just so as not to waste money. :X Then kor went on a 100 million crazy tempura stuffing?! What was with him lah, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ministry Team Training got Caps Ball! Yeaaah man. Then Sports Extreme have again. It's fun lah okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I can never get any actual satisfaction in life. Even after exams. O.o&lt;br /&gt;I mean, heaven's the only most wonderful place right. Mmm yeah I can't wait.(: (Haha Joash!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I can't be selfish, need to focus on His mission. ;D No matter how hard it may be.. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-2240457722257597931?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2240457722257597931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=2240457722257597931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/2240457722257597931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/2240457722257597931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/present-count-is-15-horrible-people-s.html' title='the present count is 15 horrible people. :S'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-5584931064523352303</id><published>2007-05-10T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T14:30:30.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYAs'07 over</title><content type='html'>IT'S OVER IT'S OVER IT'S OVER IT'S OVER.&lt;br /&gt;IT, IS, OVVVVEEERRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I survived by His grace.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the highness is dying off already.. Well, there wasn't much to begin with.. /: It's nothing compared to the highness after the EOYs in Sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this funny weird empty feeling which I don't like... ): It's like I feel so useless.. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to watch Spiderman 3 with my 2 nicest friends in school. Love them very much.&lt;br /&gt;And much to Claudia's delight. ;P&lt;br /&gt;Haha Claud, James Franco is hot lah. ;D&lt;br /&gt;But I still think that The Prestige and Narnia are the nicest so far. Keekee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kinda virused the comp somehow cos now the keyboard's has gone bonkers. Hmmph. );&lt; Now kor can't use it properly for his work and I'm feeling real guilty. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Feeling extremely worn out... Had like 4 hours of sleep everyday this week and in fact, most of the time since I entered this ____ school. ):&lt; I need sleep desperately! /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-5584931064523352303?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5584931064523352303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=5584931064523352303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/5584931064523352303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/5584931064523352303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/myas07-over.html' title='MYAs&apos;07 over'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-6652794071242296258</id><published>2007-05-08T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:38:59.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are God alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;This song spoke to me during worship on Saturday. It'll help me through my week.(: And hopefully yours too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You are God alone - Phillips Craig and Dean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You are not a god &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Created by human hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You are not a god &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Dependent on any mortal man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You are not a god &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;In need of anything we can give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;By Your plan, thats just the way it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You're the only God&lt;br /&gt;Whose power none can contend&lt;br /&gt;You're the only God&lt;br /&gt;Whose name and praise will never end&lt;br /&gt;You're the only God&lt;br /&gt;Who's worthy of everything we can give&lt;br /&gt;You are God&lt;br /&gt;And thats just the way it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You are God alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;From before time began &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You were on Your throne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You are God alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;And right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;In the good times and bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You are on Your throne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You are God alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Unchangeable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Unshakable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Unstoppable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Thats what You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;He's faaaarrr bigger than MYAs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-6652794071242296258?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6652794071242296258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=6652794071242296258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/6652794071242296258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/6652794071242296258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-are-god-alone.html' title='You are God alone'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-1837779216679550954</id><published>2007-05-06T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:39:41.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slacking before myas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Was having some Math Marathon with my dad just now. And of course he won. -_- With that funny childish "yeah"ing and wooopeeing that's he's a genius. But I wasn't too bad okay! Just that I always come up with stupid complicated ways of doing it when it's not even that complicated actually and end up getting lots of careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only good thing that comes out of studying. The only part of studying that makes me happy for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all sec 3 yfers no matter what happens. We're all still sisters in Christ, right. Yes of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;OIKOS worship yesterday was urhm, quite good I guess. Everyone played well &lt;strike&gt;except me&lt;/strike&gt;. Well done OIKOS ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And someone proved to be scary. O.o Even Joash agrees; he experienced it when he was younger. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm going to walk out of RGS alive and happy on Thursday. Because my God is far greater than disgusting MYAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being so inconsiderate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-1837779216679550954?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1837779216679550954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=1837779216679550954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1837779216679550954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1837779216679550954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/slacking-before-myas.html' title='slacking before myas'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-7657022113654813709</id><published>2007-05-04T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T13:55:49.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first time use post to reply to tags ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hello World. This is the first time I'm touching a comp in the whole week. ;D In fact this has been the case most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Next week's a full blast killer. Horrid Mid-Year Assessments. It somehow feels like 10 times worse than previous years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;EL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;SS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Bio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Chem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HCl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;start on Physics PT?! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And I haven't actually in-depth mugged for any yet ohmygoooodness I'm quite dead. Okay I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But I need to wake up. Considered very slack already compared to previous years and that &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; be the case because it's &lt;em&gt;Sec 3&lt;/em&gt; that I'm talking about now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;So whoever's reading this can please pray for me. ;D Thanks a hundred thousand million billion trillion infinity. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Urhm reply to tags here. Thanks everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claud: Yo ex ex buddy. I almost cannot make it for tomorrow's yf lor, what more worship prac. Anyway, I can now, just that I would have to have 101% faith for my exams next weeeek. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joash: Erh hard to explain.. ): Hope you are having some fun in army. My bro's actually looking forward to it. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys: Hello you, long time no see. ;D Thanks man. Yeah we can talk and produce buckets of liquid there. Okay wait that sounds sick. But that hole rocks anyway! Esp when there's nobody/few people around like during weekdays hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: Budd, I always have the time, you know.(: When I'm in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: Hello my dear CGL! It's not your fault lah please. You've been a great CGL for 2 1/2 years(: Yf &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; fun sometimes lah ;D Perhaps during the holidays when they isn't that much stress, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-7657022113654813709?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7657022113654813709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=7657022113654813709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/7657022113654813709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/7657022113654813709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-time-use-post-to-reply-to-tags-d.html' title='first time use post to reply to tags ;D'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-6634786170453700788</id><published>2007-04-28T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T21:06:50.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weirdest tm ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tears were so uncontrollable today. Just don't understand; as in I really couldn't control and they just didn't want to stop coming out. Came like almost every hour. It was the most emotional yf ever. I just felt so distant from everyone else. It was this weird miserable feeling... Everyone seemed so hostile; I was like this retarded stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And you, wasted 45 minutes of my time, don't wanna teach then don't teach lah ok. You're not exactly sincere after all. At least come and inform me right. You lied. I hate getting high hopes, only to fall later. I was so disappointed, you don't know. Was really looking forward to it cos it would be my only form of stress relief and you just had to destroy it and make me feel so miserable. Yes, I'm being &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; blatant. Because no one seems so realise anything and everyone's just making everything worse, and I hate myself for thinking this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But thanks Sharon for being there for me most of the time today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I can't even force myself to smile and now mom's asking me why I look so sad and I have to act like nothing happened and pretend to get irritated to stop her from asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm not even in the mood to do anything now and I simply can't bring myself to think of all the stuff left to do. I have no idea what I'm doing with my life. I can't pull myself up, and no one's helping me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I mean - no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-6634786170453700788?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6634786170453700788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=6634786170453700788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/6634786170453700788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/6634786170453700788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/04/weirdest-tm-ever.html' title='weirdest tm ever'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-4576658234290642795</id><published>2007-04-28T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T12:44:38.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the great revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The great revelation; isn't exactly very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just realised something horrible;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can only add in parts which act as accompaniment to my bro's composed songs, and not actually compose my own songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is so extremely saddening. Am I &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; lousy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I try to compose my own stuff, but I'm somehow always put down by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What's with everyone nowdays. Didn't go for 1 week and I'm already positive I'm going to feel so left out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-4576658234290642795?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4576658234290642795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=4576658234290642795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4576658234290642795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4576658234290642795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/04/great-revelation.html' title='the great revelation'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-2799363230126184875</id><published>2007-04-28T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T12:32:30.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PFT 5 items</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prayer works&lt;/strong&gt; yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;His awesomeness was revealed yet again during my NAPFA 5 items on Wed(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You know for SR right, at first I got a horrible D. Cos usually for SR, for the first time, you are not exactly prepared to chiong and do the quick turning thing at the wooden blocks you know. And I did well for the rest ;D So I went for an upgrade, praying hard for at least a C, cos SR is darn freaky, every 0.1 second counts, so I had to be satisfied with a C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Then, Ms Mar. Ong was the teacher timing me. At first right, I did something wrong, like never put down the block properly or something and so wasted a few 0.1 seconds so I said "shit" naturally. /: Then you know what I heard her say when I was running there to get the other block? "This girl's full of vulgarities." or something like that. Then I totally had no morale to run and was distracted already. So I kinda anyhow take the block and tripped or something. Then I was super scared she wouldn't let me retake and was still counting the time as I walked back to the starting line after screwing up the other side. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Then after some Sec 4s approached to talk to her, I asked her whether I could retake like sheepishly, and she said &lt;em&gt;YEAH sure man&lt;/em&gt;. I mean not yeah sure man, but the nodding head thing, you know. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So I retook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And chionged for God's glory just like how I did in my 2.4 km run(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Improved by almost 1 s from the previous grade D timing. You see, prayer works like anything. Actually cos Ms Ong also does the timing super accurately, like reaches out her hand to snap the timing just as that particular student runs past the line. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; super happy and thanked God like anything man. Tears of joy almost came out - I'm serious. And at first I thought it was a C. Then after checking the grade sheet thingy I found out that it was a B! Thank God like anything lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;For guiding me through my other items also. Haha Mrs Ho was super nice man, our whole group got A for IPU hahaha. But not entirely cheating lah ok. And I got an A for S+R yay. And thanks to kor's flying method which really works, I got an A for SBJ as well. Yay thanks kor. And A for SUs also. And so even though my 2.4km run downgraded by 1 grade from last year, my IPU and SBJ pulled it back up again and I still managed to improve by 1 point in general from last year. So you can infer that prayer works because I prayed that I would improve by at least 1 point from last year's score. ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;God honours those who honours Him ok(: So do everything for God's glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;OIKOS overwhelms next week again. JUST BEFORE MY MID-YEAR EXAMS, oh my.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'm so dead for MYAs. There's so &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much to study and memorise and mugggggg. But as Yunxi said, most of the time is actually spent doing rubbish things, not that I don't have enough time. So I can't skip church with the excuse that there's a lot of things to do. Yeah, I guess. God still comes first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;munchies are evil.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Horribly&lt;/em&gt; evil. ):&lt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am so going to be determined to abide by my June anti-munchies schedule. Oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you always make me seem so insignificant, when I treat you like the most wonderful bdy ever. I was always there for you; but you were never there for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-2799363230126184875?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2799363230126184875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=2799363230126184875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/2799363230126184875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/2799363230126184875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/04/pft-5-items.html' title='PFT 5 items'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-5450077396018595216</id><published>2007-04-22T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:14:46.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bio pt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BIO PT you &lt;em&gt;suck&lt;/em&gt; lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbed me of my whole weekend and I haven't even started doing any other homework, how wonderful. And you're making me horribly dizzy and driving us literally mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Already skipped four lessons of tuition because of PTs, SA muggings and hmk. Wasted so much money. );&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But this is the first time I've concentrated so much and chionged so focusedly for a PT without any distractions from the computer at all when using it ok. Yeah, the only good thing that came out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh man I'll just die for my PFT 5 items on wednesday. Blahhh I can't be bothered about the points already, gold is sufficient. But not satisfying. );&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-5450077396018595216?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5450077396018595216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=5450077396018595216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/5450077396018595216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/5450077396018595216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/04/bio-pt.html' title='bio pt'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12817264.post-1732895839569831705</id><published>2007-04-21T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T15:58:41.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I suck.&lt;em&gt; Horribly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Considering the time I sleep every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Even when there's not much things to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anyway, bio PT is pushing me to my madness limits once again, but I told Mavis that we gotta chiong and prove that the teachers can't kill us yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And so cool that Li Ying lives just at How Sun Park, extremely convenient for bio PT meetings muahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yeah. Giving TM a miss, I know I shouldn't. But if I go, I know things would just get worse cos when I go, I wouldn't wanna come home, and when I do finally reach home, I would know deep down that the whole day was over already and I would have to meet the tons of responsibilities once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Had fun fooling around with my brother, videoing each other playing the piano. With mybrothercannotexactlyreachthatpitch singing and retarded actions. Haha. Reminded of funny youtube people who video themselves singing or doing retarded actions! Hilarious yo, especially when the quality of the camera was lousy, cos then the movement of the fingers lagged a lot so when we played fast, it seemed that our fingers weren't even moving. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But that came with a gross price, wasted 2 hours lah. He has the time but I don't. );&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But piano still rocks anyway. It's my escape from stress(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;To TYS from the dnab I was retardedly mad with: I don't think I can believe you that easily so don't think I'm retarded to have believed you because I don't. But I don't have time to care much already so count yourself lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well, it's just better to be safe than sorry okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;God was awesome during my 2.4km run. I'm so glad I did it with a great purpose. ;D Long story, and who cares about others who got &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt; timings, you can't get into heaven just with those timings. Oh and someone helped me realised what I can actually do to get strength during runs. Haha thanks! How 1234 of me to have forgotten it. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Imagine God running &lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt; alongside you during your runs to give you strength and determination and will power(just that you can't exactly see Him)! So cool man. His mere Presence sets you sprinting like an abnormal bullet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh softball PE module rocks. It gives you this immense satisfaction when you hear the piaaak sound cos you know that you have caught the ball successfully in your glove. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Actually all PE modules rocked, except that boring track and field one in Sec 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I look forward to the day when school starts rocking. Oh yeah, like it would ever come ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;RS. Annotated bibliography and thick set of notes ah, don't talk about it. And Mr Lim says we have to start planting those mangrove seeds in at Sungei Buloh soon! ;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh how long more to heaven? I can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Looking forward to the day when I can just soak in ultimate music and 12345678. Hehehe:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh wait; He's too glaringly bright to look at. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-1732895839569831705?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1732895839569831705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=1732895839569831705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1732895839569831705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1732895839569831705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/04/late-sleeping.html' title='late sleeping'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-2832656010589305849</id><published>2007-04-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:00:08.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>specs broke into two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My specs broke into &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; on monday! One day before syf some more! Had a &lt;strong&gt;heart attack&lt;/strong&gt; lah. Teared. And mom just couldn't stop nagging and scolding. Like how she always does &lt;em&gt;after-effect&lt;/em&gt; blaming and scolding. I mean what's the use lor, just adds to my frustrations. Sorry lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dad used some black rubber thing and some steel wire to connect the two parts together in the middle. And then it looked quite ugly, so I coloured it silver. But it didn't look any better. /:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Worst specs experience ever. I don't even like my new specs. Grahhhh, long story. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gold&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;- Didn't we pray that God's will be done and not ours. As long as we have put our hearts into the music, the result does not exactly matter right. What's the ultimate thing of band is making good music not the results. Who says the syf judges were the ultimate music critics. Yeah they're good and all, but they still aren't perfect people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OIKOS&lt;/strong&gt; storms in tomorrow. We absolutely love the King of kings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Go OIKOS; do it for Jesus.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Worshipping God just simply rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-2832656010589305849?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2832656010589305849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=2832656010589305849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/2832656010589305849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/2832656010589305849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/04/specs-broke-into-two.html' title='specs broke into two!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-7759597234068365833</id><published>2007-04-08T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:55:52.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st year anniversary of moving house to bartley!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Today's the &lt;strong&gt;1st anniversary&lt;/strong&gt; of our mass movement to Bartley Road opposite church! Muhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grahh. If no one buys that Bukit Timah house, we have to move back. And that is so sad! I mean like, I'm so used to here already. Haha. So contradictory to the time when we had to move here! Like I was gonna miss Bukit Timah so much. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually come to think of it, we're already moving to Riverwalk church (super grand! ;D) in June! So gone is the advantage of staying near church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I saw Ivan Teo today! Playing the saxophone. The shiny saxophone.(: I thought it was super funny. Heh, I just wanna laugh when I see him. Muahaha. He looked younger somehow! Hahaha, gotta stop growing younger because he already looks young enough man. Like 17, instead of 22. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syf'07. In a freaking one and a half days. Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's OIKOS's turn next week. &lt;em&gt;Overwhelming Oikos&lt;/em&gt;. ;D Finally, some stress relief. I hope I won't end up like Claudia, freaking out &lt;em&gt;that seriously&lt;/em&gt; after the playing! Yeah, when she played so well lah. Crazy Claudia. But &lt;em&gt;Terrific&lt;/em&gt; Tiffany. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easter Outreach: The Last Supper.&lt;/strong&gt; Good for you, Gladys and H Loke. Mine was like, I don't know what to say lah. Crap. But God will work at his own time and I shouldn't give up.(: If I do, I would be such a loser right. ;P&lt;br /&gt;The dance was good. Drama was good, but I think the previous ones were still better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An apple a day keeps the doctor away!&lt;/em&gt; I am starting to get addicted to &lt;strong&gt;apples&lt;/strong&gt;! Like nowadays the Fuji apples in the fridge disappear mysteriously and Mum has to keep buying them hahaha. They're better than bananas which keep rotting so fast. Amazing apples. B____ bananas. Grahh I have such a limited vocabulary. /;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bio PT Chinese PT HCL O levels. -___- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Roarr. I am not gonna bother (much) about them because there is a saying that goes, "Don't worry about tomorrow for today has enough worries of its own." Anyway God is in control of my life and so there is nothing to worry about. Just pass all your burdens to Him and get the peace of God. :D Oh yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The peace of God transcends all understanding. Yeah, so don't try to understand how the peace of God can make you feel less burdened. It just can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-7759597234068365833?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7759597234068365833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=7759597234068365833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/7759597234068365833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/7759597234068365833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/04/1st-year-anniversary-of-moving-house-to.html' title='1st year anniversary of moving house to bartley!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-8886579921935137735</id><published>2007-04-01T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:06:38.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rg_JP3_b_UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PQDHksvejWU/s1600-h/i+dont+know.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048474981870861634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rg_JP3_b_UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PQDHksvejWU/s320/i+dont+know.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Smack me out of confusion. /: Actually, I don't even know what I'm confused about. Just a whole crapping lot of mixture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-8886579921935137735?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8886579921935137735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=8886579921935137735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/8886579921935137735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/8886579921935137735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-know.html' title='i dont know!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_qczJ5bBWamI/Rg_JP3_b_UI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PQDHksvejWU/s72-c/i+dont+know.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12817264.post-1596956050749226874</id><published>2007-04-01T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:39:02.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first four weeks of term two is a killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In adversity, you don't need to look back to see if he's there, cos He &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; is. Whether you feel it or not.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. My &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt; Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week has Sports Fest on Monday and Good Friday holiday on friday. Which means 3 normal school days only.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing much to be happy about. Cos there's still tests and stress as usual. It rhymes! And I kinda am not looking forward to the good friday weekend cos mean teachers expect us to use the good friday holiday to chiong all our PTs and mug for our SAs. Oh yes, &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; friday it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany shall try to stay happpy cos she knows deep down that her God's an awesome God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much of April Fool today, just that my laopo appeared in my tuition class. Came for make-up lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for LGQ and SNHM for making my rgs life less ____.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Christmas Countdown&lt;/strong&gt;'s in nine days. Someone pour some cold water on me to wake me up please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you really forgot. Great. And I feel like &lt;em&gt;painting&lt;/em&gt; some expressions on your face.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm trying so hard to forget you. And I still can't do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't worry, I'll persevere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-1596956050749226874?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1596956050749226874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=1596956050749226874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1596956050749226874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1596956050749226874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-four-weeks-of-term-two-is-killer.html' title='first four weeks of term two is a killer'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-4963467759373041564</id><published>2007-03-28T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:53:07.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mobmenomore ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;M&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;Bme&lt;em&gt;nomore&lt;/em&gt;. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Due to various reasons. Oh well. Was having a huge debate in my mind last week. Like listing out all the pros and cons. Haha. At first I thought of a very good reason why I should go, then after that I thought of many other bad reasons why I shouldn't go. Rarrgh. Kor supported me, but Mum didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Anyway, it was like now or never. So I suppose I'd never consider going MOB ever again. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Terms 2 and 3 this year are expected to be driving people like me mad once again. Gambatte Tiffany.(: For with God nothing is impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Alright, Thurday class prayer meeting is starting heh. With a teacher who wants to be extra. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;History SA on friday! I have no comments. No clues = no surviving Tiffany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Graahh and I think I'm going to have to give CG outing this Saturday a miss. ): Like when I see them again next sat, I'd probably be a stranger in the cell group. Cos during CG outing they would have all the bonding and stuff ): Aiya whatever lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Chem requires a 101% of attention during lessons. Uber confusing! I need tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-4963467759373041564?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4963467759373041564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=4963467759373041564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4963467759373041564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4963467759373041564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/03/mobmenomore.html' title='mobmenomore ):'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-6872959245338078645</id><published>2007-03-18T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:36:35.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sch 308 sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-sssed. What the hell does He want with me man. Group projects just suck like anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like hello, I feel like entering heaven now to ask Him what the freaking plan He has with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-6872959245338078645?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6872959245338078645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=6872959245338078645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/6872959245338078645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/6872959245338078645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/03/sch-308-sucks.html' title='sch 308 sucks.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-5275064212177788482</id><published>2007-03-17T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T15:37:33.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worship camp 150307</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Worship camp last thursday was good. Learned a lot. Like, it's what you DON'T play that makes the notes valuable. Esp for keyboard and synth players I guess..? I don't know. Last time kor got say before. I mean it's like the rhythm and the lyrics that are more important. Don't need to make so complicated actually...(: And the little things matter. Synth, haha. Then also must submit yourself to the Lord, to the song and to the team. And keep the ego down. But like what can a synth player be ego about. Haha never mind. Anyway, keep in mind the pizza pie! But actually come to think of it, it's quite hard to do the pizza pie thing. ): Anyway the team must really be bonded to play good music for God... Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The song composition thing was fun. &lt;strong&gt;Open up the gates&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;by OIKOS&lt;/em&gt; haha(: Can still remember the tune and I won't want to forget it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My math. I'm so going to die.. GPA 4.0 is just going to drop to - 2.0? Can't keep up with my studies and everything is just going haywire. Great job, Tiffany. You are starting to zoom so ahead of time - need to slow down. Yeah, like how. &lt;strong&gt;MOB&lt;/strong&gt;. Crap. I want. But for my own good, maybe not this June. Not prepared at all. Actually, I think I'd &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; be prepared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So can just jolly well forget about MOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then I thought my HCL was good. Then I realised that my yi lun wen sucks like anything. Chem Phys Bio all three also. Wow, I wonder what my future will be like. Guess no other way but to trust God's plan for me! Oh well, w.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You know, I was just glancing through all my previous posts and I realised something. I only started going mad over it on my blog since this year. Last year and before, my posts were mostly school-based. Now it's more of church-based. Urhm. No comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What the shit lah. Why hasn't this business ended. When is it ever going end. Hate it like hell. It's torturing me and I can't stop. Help me God, I'm pleading real hard. Feel damn guilty. I can't believe I'm so stuck onto it. Why can't I unstick myself. Gigantic crap. I'm tearing. Cos I'm really tired. In both senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm begging You, I'm begging You, I'm begging You, to be my escape.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-5275064212177788482?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5275064212177788482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=5275064212177788482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/5275064212177788482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/5275064212177788482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/03/worship-camp-150307.html' title='worship camp 150307'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-3543243911139711739</id><published>2007-03-14T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:07:22.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worship min one day camp worship prac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You've revealed your true stinking colours yesterday. It's over. Your insensitivity sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We should just not go tomorrow since we're not needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think I learned more in the last fifteen minutes when you all left than in the two and a half hours when you all were still there. At least managed to work on my keyboard playing and rhythm on the drums. And you made Van feel lousy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You all didn't even treat the music seriously. And I mean the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; music. Not the technical stuff on the surface you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now I don't even feel like going tomorrow already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This dnab is starting to get dfvgejo. Like hello, this dnab doesn't only consist of males. Work on your social communication skills man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You may say that I'm the one being insensitive here. But you don't even care, do you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're just another big fat liar.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Grahh. Forget what I said. OIKOS rocks lah okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-3543243911139711739?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3543243911139711739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=3543243911139711739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/3543243911139711739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/3543243911139711739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/03/youve-revealed-your-true-stinking.html' title='worship min one day camp worship prac'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-7457928467954493248</id><published>2007-03-04T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:14:38.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY 1ST WORSHIP PRAC AND REAL THING WITH OIKOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;After 4 months minus a day, I finally started playing in worship. 4th November '06 to 3rd March '07. The craziest and coolest thing is that I didn't get any whatever 6-month practice before that at all. (Not including the self-pracs here and there :D)I thought I wouldn't be able to survive, but -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; I actually survived through my 1st Oikos worship. Prayers answers wahaha. At first I really thought I had to get Vanessa to help me if I really couldn't take the pressure. Haha. I think I'm driving Vanessa crazy. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a joke man. If Vanessa really had to help me play, then I'd be the world's biggest loser and go slam my face into the wall. Because actually I can do it one ok. So stop the &lt;em&gt;cannot-do-it&lt;/em&gt; business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the moment Shukun asked me to play those chords A and E when he was reading the bible passages and when talking and praying to like sort of link in with Amy's starting of worship then I immediately get a heart attack. Like, only two chords what. Surely can one. &lt;em&gt;Tiffany has to seriously stop her nonsense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badly need to learn to come in on my own bravely without Tsura telling me to do so. Like when I already KNOW I'm supposed to come in. At the beginning chords A and E part. Crap. Like what Mr. Oura said, make mistakes never mind, must at least play. Don't play then no sound then even worse. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did it okay. I came in correctly for Hosanna. The G C2 G. Even though I think my G keeps fading off. So the whole thing still sounded weird. &lt;strike&gt;Don't try to comfort me. I suck.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I screwed up Free. The first time. Sorry Amy, I honestly wasn't prepared. Partly my fault cos I think maybe I didnt come in loud enough and never play my chords properly so Amy couldn't hear me or something. Luckily the second time I got the chords correct and on time. /: I should stop trying to turn down the synth volume cos it'll just make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah says Tsura's Jesus you are so good was pro-ded.(: Yeah the cool jazz thing. I'd never be able to do that. And for this song and I think another one I tried improvisation. But now come to think of it, what's the use of me doing improvisations. They can't even be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laid aside your Majesty was bad for me at the final part. I did the stupidest thing one could even do. Shit. So that's why there no synth at the final part. And I made an extra "Boom" sound from the synth. Crap. Don't know why I just couldn't get back to the A050 despite trying so many variations of it. -_- The synth doesn't like me. I think I made ten times more mistakes than when Hannah, Gladys and Vanessa first played lah. Even when I had supposedly more practice than them cos I tried the synth a few times before that on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kor said I needed to learn to smile. And relax. Well I wanted to smile okay. But if I suddenly smile out of nowhere, people would think I'm mad. And I managed to sing the songs when playing. I mean I don't understand how people play without singing. It isn't the keyboard kind of vigorous improvisation what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a retarded freak. Cos only retarded freaks overworry. I kept thinking I would get serious stage fright. But I didn't &lt;em&gt;AT ALL&lt;/em&gt;. Not a single bit. Prayers answered.(:&lt;br /&gt;Just that I made distorted faces when I made mistakes. Same for band, you must appear like &lt;em&gt;nothing happened&lt;/em&gt; when you make a mistake. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot of things through this. &lt;strong&gt;A lot&lt;/strong&gt; of things.&lt;br /&gt;New worship experience and seeing things from a different perspective. Like suddenly the people in TM looked very few, from the stage view. So that's why leaders are more enthu in adding people to TM? Haha. Cos they see the Bird's Eye View. Okay whatever(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James wasn't there to give my first upstage playing a clap as promised! He gave a belated one though mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. And I think, this is kinda the &lt;em&gt;start&lt;/em&gt; of the turning point in my life, I mean the real one you know. Serving Him with my music abilities through worship ministry. &lt;strike&gt;If you even consider that as music abilities.&lt;/strike&gt; I really have that MMMM purpose for joining worship min ok, don't play play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, worshipping and serving in worship min on stage gives a totally different meaning to worship. I mean, it's kinda a rope to pull me back up and rededicate my life to Jesus. Source of stress relief also. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadership. I don't like leadership. 1st clars also. So much mad pressure. But I guess, no pain no gain. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people in Oikos don't like me at all. &lt;strike&gt;Because I kinda replaced their beloved Hannah. And I keep destroying the songs.&lt;/strike&gt; I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;minorish. /: I love synth-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; but I like keyboard too. ): &lt;strike&gt;Forget it. I'll never make it to keyboard.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Okay I should stop &lt;em&gt;degrading &lt;/em&gt;myself.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thanks Vanessa, Buddy and kor for the encouragement. Heehaw.(: Yes, playing for His glory, not for the masses. And yeah, it's not even the music that matters most, it's the lyrics and the whole meaning of worship. So what's up with Ian man. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another good thing is that I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;em&gt;hurcs&lt;/em&gt; business ends with the starting of worship ministry. I rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Quadrathlon shirt has a defect. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I still care about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-7457928467954493248?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7457928467954493248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=7457928467954493248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/7457928467954493248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/7457928467954493248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-1st-worship-prac-and-real-thing-with.html' title='MY 1ST WORSHIP PRAC AND REAL THING WITH OIKOS'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-6639104407005314988</id><published>2007-02-20T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T16:33:18.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A SPARROW and the Lums are losing hope?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A sparrow just flew into my house. Like frantically flapping its wings. :S&lt;br /&gt;Then I was searching for bird pang sais after the bird finally found its way out with the help of my brother on the ceiling when I found a freaking spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPRAY goes the insecticide and DOWN THE CURTAIN slides the spider. POP goes the spider. SQUASHED by the brother and DUMPED into the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay what a wonderful rhymie thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh after reading the ooooooooinkkkcost email I feel rather freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;Gladys I think you should play both songs instead for the song presentation. ):&lt;br /&gt;Talking on msn didnt seem that scary but receiving the so-called official email with all the freaky info inside really slaps me into reality. :X Grahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lums are losing hope!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The wonder woman says no fear man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't get intimidated by the rush in of players. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stand firm, stand firm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cos you hardly even started so how to stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the helter skeltering of chords and notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But slowly and steadily bit by bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's no point rushing cos you'll just mess it all up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The money and baannnluckkk can't get us down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stand firm; don't falter or waver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cos the BIG GUY's here to check us out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Establish it over the years dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baaaaannnluckkk Maaaahhhhjjjjjiionnng go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cos BIG GUY says no and no means no -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OKAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-6639104407005314988?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6639104407005314988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=6639104407005314988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/6639104407005314988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/6639104407005314988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/02/sparrow-and-lums-are-losing-hope.html' title='A SPARROW and the Lums are losing hope?'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-1310591963811991428</id><published>2007-02-18T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T17:55:12.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OIKOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OIKOS&lt;/strong&gt; muacks! The name so cute right! This better be finalised. :D Then the journey can finally begin. I am not trying to sound philosopical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am extremely excited. Three months of waiting and struggling on my own! Coolness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ex Buddy and Glady-sie! Two-finger twiiistt.  [-_-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fensy jie, Gladys (love you very muchy ah!) and cute Ivan Koh's wonderful sister Vanessa Koh!&lt;br /&gt;Then Tsura, John Tan I think and then don't know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh. Well maybe I do like it. (: But it's really scaring me. Buck up woman. Take one step at a time and nothing is impossible. For God! Mwahahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-1310591963811991428?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1310591963811991428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=1310591963811991428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1310591963811991428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/1310591963811991428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/02/oikos.html' title='OIKOS'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-890396505133773798</id><published>2007-02-18T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T17:55:59.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broke my no sms to gum record on fri cny celebration 16th feb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MUAHAHAHA. I made a record of &lt;em&gt;two disgusting months.&lt;/em&gt; Yesh. I broke it. Broke that force of repulsion. Almost exactly two months okay. And under the lamest circumstances. That's what bored people do.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway the case of the missing girl is concluded!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No yf for a month. No &lt;em&gt;sweets&lt;/em&gt; (erhem) for 6 weeks. Okay supposed to be 6 weeks. But things change last minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And somehow, I seem &lt;strong&gt;happier&lt;/strong&gt;. (: For the first week of my life. And higher. Not the kind of high that plunges down you know. The kind that stays. And that may seem bad. But at least it comes from the place I spend most time in. School. School friends make me high! Nah not drugs. I feel so odd one out though. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But anyway, church just somehow makes me tired. Without church, it's more family-focused [point number &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;]. Actually brother-focused! Kor's the superb mite buster. And body cracker. Which is bad. And according to Mr. Tan my appealing PE teacher, COUGH, excuse me, when your joints crack when you try to crack them, it's cos the calcium is somehow rubbing against your joints. (or something like that). Hence over time, you get osteoporosis. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Back to the mite buster competition! Mites are these little things that move when you blow them.(: Because living things respond to changes. And I won the Creative segment of the competition cos I brutally murdered 5 (actually six, that one dropped and vanished into the chamber of secrets) little things in one almost straight line! Splendid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel like I'm talking to myself. Like some mad woman recounting retarded incidents. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I received toblerone and kinder bueno chocolate from my competitor for Valentine's Day! Get jealous man. Of course the nice and wonderful winner gave her almost as nice and wonderful competitor another toblerone back.(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And school-focused [point number &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt;]. (: Not thinking so much about church stuff all the time. Even though church during weekdays (like weds :D) is a nice quiet place to sink in.(: My favourite hollow hole. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And then another thing. [wonderful point number &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt;]. I think I should get highness from school instead of church cos it's school that you spend more time in! Hmmm. There're cool Christians in school too anyway.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And yet another thing. Not using computer keeps me happy too! Even though sleeping way past midnight still cannot be avoided. For this previous whole week. Extremely sadly. I need someone to &lt;strong&gt;FORCE&lt;/strong&gt; me to sleep wahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So yeah. I think I feel kinda refreshed from that break now. Back to work at church. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh man, don't start it again. Don't be blu-tackish. Grahh. Nah. I can't help it. 3 years mmm? Well, let's wait and see. And I bet you did the messing around the places. Cos I don't exactly like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-890396505133773798?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/890396505133773798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=890396505133773798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/890396505133773798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/890396505133773798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/02/broke-my-no-sms-to-gum-record-on-fri.html' title='broke my no sms to gum record on fri cny celebration 16th feb!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-2978991614354081901</id><published>2007-02-10T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T16:56:15.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two more sneaky pracs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Muahaha. I had 2 more sneaky practices today. But lasting 5 to 10 minutes only. ): One at around 12 pm while waiting for Guiqi and Shaina to reach for RS meeting and another at 4.30 pm after sending them off. The first time Joash saw me downstairs hahaha and I saw the Muneh or Munee person upstairs. Then the second time i saw Liz Lee downstairs at the circle seat thing. Then 5 minutes when the yf service ended and people were coming upstairs already, I sneaked down by the kitchen stairs, heard James Ji's voice behind me liao. Was really freaked out haha.&lt;br /&gt;Only played a few songs quickly so not very productive. ): But at least I know how to turn on the whole Clavinova and amp thing already lol.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm must really make use of the staying so near church business now cos I think I have to move back soon. ): To think I didn't bear to leave Bukit Timah.&lt;br /&gt;And then now I'm talking to Mel online hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I'm quiet you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;You make a first impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Even the stars refuse to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Out of the back you fall in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I somehow find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Be that way man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;cos I'm holding on to my pillow tight and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-2978991614354081901?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2978991614354081901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=2978991614354081901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/2978991614354081901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/2978991614354081901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/02/two-more-sneaky-pracs.html' title='two more sneaky pracs'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-2005597783900812750</id><published>2007-02-04T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T19:04:39.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dengue fever scare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just had a bad dengue fever scare this week. )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;39.5 degrees going up and down from monday to friday! Mom almost decided to bring me for a blood test to check for dengue, if the fever didnt totally disappear by yesterday. And I simply dread needles and injections. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then, there's horrible cough and throat pain. I think I used at least 6 packets of tissue in total. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Terrible doctor that I had to visit twice. Once on monday and once on wednesday. Cos my mom thought he gave the wrong antibiotics lol. Then on wed he gave me a $36 once-a-day-for-5-days super strong antibiotic! ):&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it worked. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm still a coughing idiot now. (: It better stop soon cos I hate coughing in class. ): And spreading the germs. :D Not completely my problem hor!((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I realise how much family members actually rock, (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and how much church friends don't actually rock, ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in times of sickness. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-2005597783900812750?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2005597783900812750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=2005597783900812750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/2005597783900812750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/2005597783900812750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/02/dengue-fever-scare.html' title='dengue fever scare'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-2178391507531427978</id><published>2007-01-28T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T14:17:17.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can only imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="id=1&amp;filepath=http://www.quicky-search.net/radio.blog/sounds/Mercy Me - I Can Only Imagine.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#FF0099;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-2178391507531427978?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2178391507531427978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=2178391507531427978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/2178391507531427978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/2178391507531427978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-can-only-imagine_28.html' title='i can only imagine'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-8123923926557929472</id><published>2007-01-27T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T11:38:33.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obs and disliking church ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Obs. I dont even feel like talking about obs anymore. This whole week has been so yucky for me. The homework is like piling up faster than what I expected it to be. On monday i was already looking forward to the weekend. Then on friday i didn't want the weekend to come because i know there's this crazy pile of homework waiting for me to chiong.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the droniness of life man.&lt;br /&gt;It's like at first you look forward to Chinese New Year. You know, the holidays and hongbao and all. Then you start to think beyond it - school starts again. History, SS and other exams to follow. Then performance tasks come. Then more school and more school. Then End of Year exams. Then, Sec 3 life ends. Then Nov/Dec holidays. Then Sec 4. Then Higher Chinese O' levels. Then extremely stressful RJC. Then university. Then work. Then die. You know how sian that kind of feeling is. So now I really wish I would die now lah. Save the whole troublesome, longwinded process. Gahh do you get what I'm trying to get at. Now you see how pessimistic I can really get. Can't help it. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's obs anyway, posting for the sake of getting it off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th-19th Dec 2007. DA GAMA watch. Instructor Vivian. MOBILE A&lt;/strong&gt;. Kor was in Columbus in 2004. I can't believe I'm my brother's age now when he went for obs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was very real during obs. Awesome. I prayed aloud in my tent one night with two other non-christians and attempted to bring in the topic(: Cool.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was one time when I was almost going to pull off all my hair already cos I lost my compass and kinda lost my groundsheet and tent bag as well. Figure out how much money that would cost man! And the whole watch would have to share the cost of $11 for the compass. Then I would feel terribly guilty. BUT THEN I prayed and my compass my FOUND by another mobile batch (I think) at the previous camp site at the ulu ulu place called Jelantong. And I found my tent bag and groundsheet as well!&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. On the second day we kayaked from camp 2 to camp 1. Super short journey, only about 1/2 - 1 hour. AND I almost &lt;em&gt;died&lt;/em&gt;! Cos i think my partner and I were using the wrong techniques and stuff lah. So I was super exhausted and thought that I was going to die in the middle of the sea. The instructors' speedboat came to "rescue" us cos we were too slow behind. Cos that time our boat kept going left and right and so we kept ending up in the same place. So irritating. Partner behind had to keep steer-ruddering.&lt;br /&gt;Then the amazing thing happened. &lt;strong&gt;SEA EXPEDITION.&lt;/strong&gt; On thursday we were supposed to kayak for 9-10 hours! You know how enormous that is compared to the 1/2 - 1 hour on tuesday. I almost fainted to think of that ok. BUT miraculously, everything went quite well for the thurday's kayaking! Mobile A took only around 5 - 6 hours cos we were so pro and stressed by the instructors also, the change of tides at 12 pm and all. I changed position with my partner, went to the back to do steer ruddering and all this time. At first we were the back few, then we (actually I most of the time lor!) chionged to the front and made it &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; at our destination! Out of around 60 people ok. HAHAHA. Super fun, exciting and fulfilling(: Esp when i did most of the work, all the mental strength put into it. Cos no offence but my partner was like kinda slack so i chionged and steer ruddered like crazy okay. My motivation was like, this is for my own good. I'm chionging all the way cos it's like good exercise lol. And so you see I survived. Because prayer works :D And someone peed in the sea during one of the breaks. xP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yet another thing. On the night before the second kayaking, the camp site we were sleeping at for the night was swarming with ants and their nests and lizards and spiders. &lt;em&gt;Grosss&lt;/em&gt;. When this lizard climbed up almost everyone's legs during our watch briefing, I was literally freaking like ____ cos lizards suck like anything and if this lizard DID climb up my leg, I tell you I would be able the kill all the lizards that appear in my house already. But, it didn't haha. Cos I was like marching on the spot like some retarded person. You can't blame me ok, lizards are utterly disgusting. And then, the other watches were complaining that there were ants BIG and small RED and black crawling all over their food even though the food was sealed (you know, the biscuit packets lah.). I was so grossed out and didn't even dare to enter our tent to sleep lah. Really sorry tentmates, I was too overly-paranoid! But I simply can't imagine sleeping with a huge bunch of ants and &lt;em&gt;THE LIZARD&lt;/em&gt; crawling all over me. Anyway, prayer worked again and there weren't any ants or &lt;em&gt;lizard&lt;/em&gt; or spiders(well actually no one knows what happened when we were asleep right :O) in our tent! (: Slept quite peacefully for 3 hours. Then woke up at 4am to prepare for the day's kayaking. Oh, and I peed in the bushes 3 times (in the dark lah! Haha.). Feel so accomplished. :D&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but there's another thing! My ppeeeerehoids ended just before obs! See how thoughtful God is. :D&lt;br /&gt;Basically our tent on most nights was muddy, grassy and rainwatery. But not to the extent of it being flooded lah. Because it didn't rain at night hahaha, too bad for the ri people who went a week before us. Who ask you all to not wash the big bagpacks (most likely you all didn't lah hor). And not keeping the equipments in good conditions. And not reporting faulty items.&lt;br /&gt;Ok i can't believe I actually drank from the quite disgusting 2-litre-bottles! You know I was quite disgusted by the bottles when we first saw it. But during obs we were so desperate for water that we didn't exactly care whether the bottles were old or dirty or disgusting. There was this weird smell from the bottle. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAND EXPEDITION.&lt;/strong&gt; We carried around 10-15 kg of huge stinky ugly bagpacks and trekked around 7 km for 4 hours. You should have seen how we walked. Most of us were walking terribly hunchbacked like retarded old ahmas, dangling our hands which were carrying heavy bottles and tent equipments very very lowly. Because if we walked hunchbacked the weight of the bag would be like on our back which has a wider surface area and can take more weight than our shoulders. Gahh. Muahahaha all the instructors are kinda hunchbacked cos they carry heavy bagpacks all the time. We were so so so tired. ): When cars drove by I was like, "Cars, knock me down!" Lol. Then when we were allowed to take a break, everyone slammed down their bags in the middle of the road and collapsed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Double Dangle Duellee! Sorry lah I don't know how to spell ok. DDD was really fun! I didn't get any help man. And only managed to climb to around the second log. -_- Really wanna climb again lah, cos I thought of another method. Should have used the pushing method instead of the polar bear method. Which doesn't really work at all. And others cheated cos they used the metal rope thing on the left and right of the logs without Vivian seeing ): Hmph. It was cool standing and sitting on the logs to relax and admire the scenery. Spectacular view haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Land and Sea Ex made me chaota. :D There's this weird sun tan line on my wrist, made by hairband I think haha. My skin isn't peeling (yet)! The sandfly and mosquito bites are horrible. )): And itchy. I need the self-control to stop scratching hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh I learned how to pitch tents. In the dark. The back-to-basics tent, with the 1.5 and 2.5m strings and metal tent pegs. Cool. Oh and obs has made me start to say some bad words. ): Cos we experienced the really extreme stuff. Mmm must change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Technology and medicine and vitamins "confiscated" for the whole obs duration! I totally forgot about my handphone until I got it back on the last day. This shows that I can survive without my handphone. :D I miss obs! Despite the old-ness and unhygiene and dirtiness of it. At least a million times better than school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;obs = the &lt;em&gt;experience of a lifetime&lt;/em&gt;. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh and you know, Tiffany is starting to dislike going church. Cos she hates getting high. Cos after getting high, you plunge all the way down and fall painfully. Everytime after yf and sunday service, there would always be this extremely sian and depressed feeling. Because it would be time to go home to meet the homework and stress. So it's better not to go church, save the sadness and pain. -_- And there are like irritating people in church who make her angry and torture her for the rest of the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No, you so do not want to meet a retardedly insane Tiffany. Who has to meet insane people everyday at home. Oh what rubbish is she uttering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-8123923926557929472?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8123923926557929472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=8123923926557929472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/8123923926557929472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/8123923926557929472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/01/obs-and-disliking-church.html' title='obs and disliking church ):'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-4321900158243966226</id><published>2007-01-12T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:33:52.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBS&lt;/strong&gt; next week. Gonna disappear from this island for 5 days to the island of Pulau Ubin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Excited yet worried. Don't know what to feel actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I heard people &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; survive there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But wonderful and memorable experience! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kayaking for &lt;strong&gt;9 million hours&lt;/strong&gt;? (Is there so much water to kayak around. -__-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Digging holes to do your business? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Horrifying&lt;/em&gt; insect bites all over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leeches&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Horribly-overly tanned skin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MUSCLES? Whatever haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No bathing? Ohhh fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;High rope elements? Okay quite cool, just &lt;em&gt;don't look down&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aiya, pray and all shall be fine. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(My finger hurts blue-blackiely. Got "kiapped" by the drawer! )):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-4321900158243966226?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4321900158243966226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=4321900158243966226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4321900158243966226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4321900158243966226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/01/obs.html' title='OBS'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-6377665214736360557</id><published>2007-01-11T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:32:12.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>car breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; blog is used to glorify God. So here is my testimony.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Today after band practice at around 6.40pm I waited for Mom at the foyer. It was pouring moles and rats, that reminds me of Noah's Ark. Anyway, Mom took like half an hour to come. ): Meanwhile I sat at the grand piano with Zhenyi. Zhenyi was attempting her Physics practical wks but obviously she couldn't concentrate. Delise was playing Mighty to Save then. Quite cool. (: I think she has been like understudying for more than a year. Anyway, Delise left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And so I managed to touch the grand piano at the foyer for the first time! -_- Tried From the Inside Out and Sundial Dreams. Okay, you know have totally no confidence so I played like a few bars and stopped. Cause I knew there were much more pro people around and so it would be blah for me to play, aiyah whatever lah. THEN, one girl approached me after I played the introduction of From the Inside Out and asked me to play again! Hahaha she's obviously a Christian.(: Then I got shy and didn't want to play again. Then she and another girl came again and asked me what song was that. I said From the Inside Out. Then she said to the other girl, "See, I told you!" Hahaha then I thought of a super cool thing. It's like we need to gather all the Christians in the school for some &lt;em&gt;mega-Great Commission&lt;/em&gt; thing, right. So we can play Christian songs on the piano or band instrus to gather our fellow brothers and sisters! Hahaha, wonderful imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Then at 7.10pm Mom finally arrived. Okay I embarrassed myself then in front of some softball people so never mind about it. :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Disgusting traffic jams and downpours. Reached RI bus stop (BUS TOP :D) in Bishan at around 7.43pm. Mom left the aircon and engine and headlights on (before that I left the ceiling light on for a long time) for around 20 minutes. Then turned off the don't know aircon or headlights. Korkor finally appeared at 8pm. THEN guess what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CAR COULDN'T START AT ALL.&lt;/strong&gt; I got the most &lt;em&gt;horrifying&lt;/em&gt; horror of my life. Stranded at Bus Top of Raffles Institution. With traffic jam and rain.&lt;strong&gt; BATTERY OF THE CAR WAS FLAT.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;F-l-a-t &lt;em&gt;FLAT&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Partly because Mom left the headlights on for too long and I left the ceiling lights on for too long. We seriously didn't know what to do lah. Mom called a friend in Chinese service. Kor kept blaming himself. Said he should have asked us to go back home first. First time this kind of thing happen okay. We thought of getting off the car and taking bus home. I almost cried cause there was still like tons of homework left to do, which explains why I'm still here at this time. A &lt;em&gt;1200-1500 word&lt;/em&gt; retarded Commonwealth essay. I pity myself. Okay that isn't right. No self-pity allowed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Then, I prayed. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Psss, I tell you something. "&lt;strong&gt;PRAYER WORKS&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;After about 10 to 15 minutes, THE ENGINE COULD START AGAIN. Amazing lah. A &lt;em&gt;miracle&lt;/em&gt;. Like how on earth did the battery add on to itself lah, not as if it's a Nokia phone. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And then, I prayed and asked Joash to pray that we would reach home safely without stopping again on the way. Haha. Was really freaked out, couldn't even sit properly for fear that the car would stop in the middle of a highway of something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And I tell you that something again. "&lt;strong&gt;PRAYER WORKS&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;We reached home, all safe and sound :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This really was like God telling me that prayer &lt;em&gt;DOES&lt;/em&gt; work, because I think I have been losing faith lately. Also I realised that this thing that happened could have been some obstacle that God put in front of us to test our faith. (: And that He's still in control and will always be in control of whatever that happens. Cause nowadays I totally cannot feel His presence lah. Anyway, we can be like Paul, loving obstacles cause it helps him grow in the Lord! Somewhere in Matthew it's also said that we dont even need not worry about anything at all. Must give thanks okay, like in EVERY situation. In everything, by prayer and petition, present your requests to the Lord. Reflections are good. ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Thanks Joash by the way. (: You're 24 hours free now right, so I messaged you lor. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-6377665214736360557?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6377665214736360557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=6377665214736360557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/6377665214736360557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/6377665214736360557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/01/obs-and-car-breakdown.html' title='car breakdown'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-772830823767606184</id><published>2007-01-07T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:16:11.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>subway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went to Subway for probably the second time in my life today. Okay that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something crazy and exciting today from around 6.15 to 6.53pm! In church. Only the Indian man who works in the church and who saw me doing it, Hannah Loka and my bro knows. Hahaha. Some sneaky thing up in the TM412 Room on the second level and another even more sneaky thing which almost make me die of fright on the first floor in the santuary. So cool. You can ask me if you wanna know, but then I would have to consider if it's save enough to tell. (:&lt;br /&gt;I loved the silence though. Helped me release some of my emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't explain how confused I am now. Can you please stop pretending, you big enormous mean person? What kind of K are you? Even K2 was better. How can you be so insensitive. It hurts like anything. Just go away, alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still don't see how telling a person my problems work. I shall stick to the piano. Don't deprive me of it please. Or the diary. Stop reading it. And then blogs dont work because no one reads it and SO, the last choice is to keep it deep in my heart. I shall be strong. I survived till now, right? Oh yes, like I REALLY can be strong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-772830823767606184?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/772830823767606184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=772830823767606184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/772830823767606184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/772830823767606184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/01/subway.html' title='subway'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-600511292681923751</id><published>2007-01-01T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:11:29.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not welcoming you and I am so not happy to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2007 starts with typing posts with Capital Letters. Improves English. Hahaha very funny. Gladys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, yesterday's countdown at Vanessa's Park was Emotional Lays Sour Cream Chip-sy. ((: Vanessa, Minghui, Chrysan, Melissa, Gladys, Alethea, Hannah, Avelyn and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol the park is named after Vanessa Koh. Two year old IVAN KOH who asked hannah to turn the volume down because the crazy frog song was too "NOUD" (not loud huh, its ivan koh the baby :D) is totally adorable! He's totally addicted to the crazy frog song, kind of driving avelyn crazy. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Vanessa for being a good host!(: i love your Park haha.&lt;br /&gt;And thank you Melissa, Gladys, Alethea, Vanessa (and Minghui and Chrysan too lah :P) for providing the wonderful countdown and the REALLY TALKING. Hahaha we trust God's Plan, right!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alethea cheer up. (: I can be a Momo if you want. She's a girl from a book called MOMO who has very good listening skills. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the weirdest countdown ever. Lol with the Catholic church near the Novena (Vanessa's)Park! Thanks to the church, we had wonderful LOUD caroling entertainment the whole night. :O There wasn't any particular special feeling. It was just 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Happy New Year. Oh wow Im so happy Clap Clap Clap. On the highest slanting playground thing. I sent around ten and received like one? Wow. Why was the church so happy I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously what is the big deal about it. I spend every Countdown at home with my family. So I don't understand why some people were so desperate for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bridge, I am not succumbing to you. Even if the whole world plays it. Even if Shukun plays it. I shall stick to ** Daidee. Not kingdom Daidee okay Joash. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching people play Bridge makes me sick. So, sorry Gladys and Vanessa for always interrupting your conversations. --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig rocked. Yay. I am not a loser okay. Just started on a bad foot and with a crazy King Gladys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the slanting thing at Vanessa's Park's playground. Its the best place for soothing silence. I Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo to the disgusting bian tai man with his Walk-Independently Dog and mosquitoes which gave me at least 14 sweet blood bites. Ekk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello 305, Register Number 27 says hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's no use telling anyone, really. It's no use showing it anyway either. Silence rocks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-600511292681923751?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/600511292681923751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=600511292681923751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/600511292681923751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/600511292681923751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007_01.html' title='2007'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-4977835618004494767</id><published>2006-12-18T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T13:50:52.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best ice skating ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ice skating rocked like anything today. i think it was the best ice skating i've ever had in my whole entire life! so many people go together, esp. people from yf, super shiok ah.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh you should see how gan chiong mel my ice skating buddy and i were, worried about so many things. and i met amanda chin and nichola. im taking the same subject combi as amanda! hope we're in the same class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you mel, gladys, alethea, priscilla, chrysan, michelle, avelyn, minghui, james, joash, ian and yi xian for this wonderful day. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;then two horrible things struck. gladys told me the terrible truth. i got a heart attack. ok. i really have nothing to say about it anymore. this isnt even the main thing. who cares about horrible gum. chewing gum. so environmental-not friendly. go away. thanks gladys anyway for talking to me about it. its ending here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;now its home. i hate home. i hate going home. i dont understand why do i have such a home. home for me now is so horrible that i even have to hide in the wardrobe to obtain the minimal silence. everyday's the same. "go so many camps also no use. still the same!" oh yea, why are you always like that? so negative. you're really pushing me to my ultimate limits. im trying very, very hard, to change. and i &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; changing. but you dont see a thing, do you. you only see the bad stuff and im really horribly sick of all this. home's not even fit to be called home anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thing is, i cant tell anyone, and no one understands anyway. &lt;strike&gt;go stuff your face in some mud.&lt;/strike&gt; sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i just want my brother back now for a teeny weeny bit of social life, comfort and peaceful joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-4977835618004494767?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4977835618004494767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=4977835618004494767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4977835618004494767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4977835618004494767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-ice-skating-ever.html' title='best ice skating ever'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-7903305061850474378</id><published>2006-12-14T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T14:55:40.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop crushing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i should &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-7903305061850474378?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7903305061850474378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=7903305061850474378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/7903305061850474378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/7903305061850474378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/12/stop-crushing.html' title='stop crushing.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-6705518643090762308</id><published>2006-12-07T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T14:27:35.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 hours of sleep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ALOHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i cant believe i slept for 13 hours from around 1am last night to 2.10pm just now. floating around that retarded hotel dream in malaysia with white-shoe eating ghosts.  -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;okay now im late for my appointment and i still havent gotten over the shock that i woke up at 2, which is like the latest time i've ever woken up. i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-6705518643090762308?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6705518643090762308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=6705518643090762308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/6705518643090762308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/6705518643090762308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/12/13-hours-of-sleep.html' title='13 hours of sleep!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-4967373336493275338</id><published>2006-12-03T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T18:05:39.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>entered worship min! /: ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i just realised something about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not particularly good at anything,&lt;br /&gt;only ok you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe im actually feeling stressed over synth. &lt;br /&gt;i never expected it to be THIS tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant take challenges at all, i get so easily intimidated by them.&lt;br /&gt;[like how did i even get into rgs?! -_- NO, rgs. you are definitely NOT going to be the one to change me into someone who can handle challenges. you're just a school like any other. you're not everything alright.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just so many many problems going on in my life now and i really dont know how to deal with them. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my QT, oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh woman, can you please start being positive for a change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-4967373336493275338?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4967373336493275338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=4967373336493275338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4967373336493275338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4967373336493275338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/12/entered-worship-min.html' title='entered worship min! /: ?'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-4770909718003132967</id><published>2006-12-01T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T20:50:16.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RARR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sneezed a gazillion times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and coughed a hundred billion million times today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my dry throat is itching so crazily that i feel like stuffing something in to scratch it.  -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one nostril keeps getting blocked in the middle of the night that i am sure that i would have died the next morning due to a lack of oxygen to breathe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh dear. the virus is spreading like wildfire in the house! &lt;strong&gt;beware.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(but the expert knot-tie-er reports: the factory-making of the royal shiny christmas ball lanterns were fun though. (: she hopes she didnt spread to anyone. :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-4770909718003132967?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4770909718003132967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=4770909718003132967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4770909718003132967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/4770909718003132967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/12/sick.html' title='SICK.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-3851475435090903065</id><published>2006-11-27T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:43:15.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bangkok pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANGKOK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if not clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/1600/248343/DSC01119.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/320/749850/DSC01119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; i love these long long travellators!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/1600/873371/DSC01121.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/320/363955/DSC01121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; quite big hotel room.(: my bro is glued to the television! got star movies and mtv and his favourite soccer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/1600/751089/DSC01124.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/320/547758/DSC01124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; toilet - i love the marble wall. Lol. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/1600/379075/DSC01126.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/320/236688/DSC01126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; piglet comes along every overseas holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/1600/642406/DSC01143.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/320/643628/DSC01143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;kor a bit of posing on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/1600/66208/DSC01144.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/320/328648/DSC01144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;disgusting traffic in bangkok. we took 2 and a half hours to get to the hotel from the airport! when it was supposed to be only one hour. -_- made us so scared and got us into thinking that the driver was fooling us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/1600/582585/DSC01153.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/320/968676/DSC01153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sushi tei. my favourite udon! yay. notice the cool shape of the bowl. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/1600/479638/DSC01135.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/320/614261/DSC01135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;miss saigon! haha. i miss Miss Saigon in Cadenza X. ): wanna relive the memories again. all the different awesome parts in the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/1600/278738/DSC01132.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/320/283630/DSC01132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;crowded skytrain in bangkok. look at the different bars curve here curve there on the ceiling haha. No, this blue guy is not what im taking! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/1600/728362/DSC01154.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/320/921395/DSC01154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;OH MY GOSH. A &amp; W! haha dont know why singapore dont have already.): i was swooning over it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/1600/71182/DSC01155.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/320/383507/DSC01155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;curly fries!! are you drooling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/1600/401653/DSC01163.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4976/1564/320/315174/DSC01163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;three-level traffic futuristic invention. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;may post some more pics with me and my family inside later. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-3851475435090903065?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3851475435090903065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=3851475435090903065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/3851475435090903065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/3851475435090903065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/11/bangkok-pictures.html' title='bangkok pictures'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-8005798996961449099</id><published>2006-11-23T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T14:59:28.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE DAY CAMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE DAY CAMP&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1 TO 9PM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;22ND NOV '06 WED&lt;/strong&gt; for sec 1s to 3s rocked yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU BELOVED JC 1s&lt;/strong&gt; for organizing everything! (although i know you all do things last minute one hahaha, overheard eugene/mella/kor talking in the car)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU WONDERFUL GROUP C MEMBERS&lt;/strong&gt; joash melissa vera natalie james jpong for being nice and everything and hahaha united UH HEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU JOASH&lt;/strong&gt; for being such a great and supportive group leader! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we ALMOST won captain's ball if not for the rain. /: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but as joash said, the other team might have won instead. anyway, i think God gave us the rain because he wanted to remind us that winning caps ball (and getting the LAYS chips) werent the most impt things for the day (yesterday)! yeah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really great job real jap hunk (Mmm, im not too sure about that :P) tsurayukimurakamicunshangguanzhi&lt;/strong&gt; for leading worship. hahaha SEE i so encouraging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really great job kor&lt;/strong&gt; for being (as minghui said) a great and encouraging group leader and wonderful pro keyboardist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really great job "pastor" daniel loke&lt;/strong&gt; for the message! hahaha. yeah quite interesting, but it just gives me a weird feeling that you all have treating us like little kids, doing some storytelling hahaha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love the crawling to get the verses game! (: most fun game hahaha. i didnt aggravate a single bell yay! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt attempt at the dark santuary with a torchlight see the picture and draw game. sorry! :s&lt;br /&gt;i think the find the apple pear and guava fruits and patch them together in the dark with a few lousy torchlights game was really funny hahaha. we rock at patching pieces of the pear together hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahaha skit for concert turned out totally &lt;strong&gt;impromtu&lt;/strong&gt; and hillarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jpong- japanese hunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;james- jap hunk's very extra friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;natalie- amazing salad advertiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joash- tiffany's gay brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tiffany- girl in love with japanese hunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;melissa and vera- tiffany's girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- i was in love with the japanese hunk and had to&lt;strong&gt; sacrifice &lt;/strong&gt;him for my gay brother joash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Right. -.-" hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;advert on salad1989- makes you slim and healthy and whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tiffany "i want i want!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;melissa "oh my gosh i want! makes me slim!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;vera and melissa "oh my gosh tiffany isnt that your BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG crush!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tiffany acts infatuated " my japanese hunk!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joash "oh my gosh i want i want i want! so hot! (or something else) he's the bomb! chi ba bom!(..? haha) (something like that i think)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then my girlfriends and i ignore him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tiffany drop a paintbrush and say "OOPS. i dropped my hankerchief!" to attract japanese's hunk's attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;extra james picks it up instead. "NAH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joash drops him gay tissue packet to attract jap hunk's attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;extra james picks it up again instead. "NAH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joash drops again and again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;extra james picks it up again and again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;audience LAUGHS HERE and ..there. :D &lt;em&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(thanks for the laughter heh heh! cos then i didnt have much a stage fright at all. ((: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joash turns to tiffany and says "why are you snatching him from me! blah blah blah... HE'S MINE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tiffany really (literally) doesnt know what to do at this point... so she says "HE'S MINE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joash "MINE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tiffany "MINE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joash kneels down "i want him ... he's the man.. (or something else) chi ba bom! (..? hahahaha) ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tiffany is supposed to sacrifice now! "okay, okay, i'll let you have him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE END! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(not bad right. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and in between when the random song comes we (at first planned to just sit down and stone until the music ends, but then they said must use the props given so...) just use our fingers to open close open close you know. because of the stupid quite ugly girl puppet prop hahaha. the chicken dance action you know! i mean only the finger part of it. haha what you expect us to do lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tsura's team (buddae and super hyper alethea and self-said talkative belle in his group :D) won! i didnt really catch all their jokes and storyline because i was worrying LIKE CRAZY for my group's skit. i thought i would screw up everything (which maybe i did /:) and have total stage fright. (nope, i didnt even look at the audience because of the bright lights haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FINALLY THANK YOU VERY MUCH gladys hannah minghui eeming (i think?) for accompanying me to my back gate along the dark and spooky alley! hahaha. actually it wasnt that dark lah, only if you continue on to the field past alvinpark's house then scary. :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yay wonderful memories. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-8005798996961449099?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8005798996961449099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=8005798996961449099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/8005798996961449099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/8005798996961449099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-day-camp.html' title='ONE DAY CAMP'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-6251046055872470400</id><published>2006-11-23T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:23:05.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bangkok trip 24th to 26th nov</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BYE BYE singapore for 2 and a half days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiffany is off to her bro 1+2s' MOB trip place. but not the exact place though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DONT MISS HER OKAY! because she wont too. :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh no lah she'll miss all you people and buy back presents, &lt;em&gt;IF SHE REMEMBERS,&lt;/em&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;jones will get a pair of ice skating boots&lt;br /&gt;gladys will get some pink stuff and some goong stuff (somehow)&lt;br /&gt;minghui will get some spanking for not knowing where MY LETTER went to&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s.&lt;/em&gt; tiffany is speaking in third person because she wants to make gladys happy! hahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-6251046055872470400?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6251046055872470400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=6251046055872470400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/6251046055872470400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/6251046055872470400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/11/bangkok-trip-24th-to-26th-nov.html' title='bangkok trip 24th to 26th nov'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-8615941446396590061</id><published>2006-11-20T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:00:51.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DENTIST /:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay. tiffany almost &lt;em&gt;died&lt;/em&gt; at the dentist just now! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so painful please. i. hate. pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiffany tells you, she's never ever gonna eat sweets or chocolates ever again.&lt;br /&gt;they are utterly disastrous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she is totally disgusted by that particular tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you see her eating any form of sweet or chocolate, please &lt;strike&gt;ask her to eat more&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMMEDIATELY STOP HER FROM EATING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ARGHH she hates going to the dentist. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-8615941446396590061?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8615941446396590061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=8615941446396590061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/8615941446396590061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/8615941446396590061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/11/dentist.html' title='DENTIST /:'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-8796408422297659384</id><published>2006-11-19T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T18:21:07.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO XANGA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hiehie. i have a new xanga! im kinda half-moving there. so i'll post much less frequently here from now onwards. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;actually it's the more private and personal stuff there. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bye people! happy searching for my xanga. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-8796408422297659384?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8796408422297659384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=8796408422297659384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/8796408422297659384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/8796408422297659384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-xanga.html' title='HELLO XANGA!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-116270819292870039</id><published>2006-11-05T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T14:29:52.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for all that you've done</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For All You've Done - Hillsong United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My savior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Redeemer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lifted me from the miry clay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Forever, I will never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cause You came here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;From the everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To the world we live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Father's only Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And You livedYou died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You rose again on high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You opened the way for the world to live again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hallelujah, for all You've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-116270819292870039?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116270819292870039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=116270819292870039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116270819292870039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116270819292870039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-all-that-youve-done.html' title='for all that you&apos;ve done'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-116270672792036212</id><published>2006-11-05T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T15:08:12.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY WORSHIPPING GOD AND HIS PEOPLE, HERE I COME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE START OF A NEW BEGINNING((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ok, that particular moment yesterday was like the &lt;strong&gt;happiest&lt;/strong&gt; moment of my entire life. :D&lt;br /&gt;haha oh well you wont understand it lah ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday after yf service, after some discussion with sharon and permission from mom, i approached shukun and sharon helped me tell shukun that i wanted to JOIN WORSHIP MINISTRY and play the synthesizer. YES. haha then shukun's reaction was like: whoa ok finally, after asking you for one year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN. you know its like &lt;strong&gt;SUCH&lt;/strong&gt; a great burden off my shoulder. i had been bothered and distressed by it for so long because of the stupid thoughts going on in my mind about it, the discussion of it by people around me, shukun's countless hints, so many obstacles, dilemmas, problems, frustrations etc over whether i should join worship and when. ITS. FINALLY. OVER. i mean, i dont have to pull my hair over it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because every saturday after yf when i go home, walking along that lonely back alley, i would feel super stressed and sad cos i dont dare to join worship and there's like quite many discouragements and hesitations of me joining and i dont know whether i can even be up to standard for keyboard. so going to yf every saturday was getting a little meaningless to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i have a purpose! its so &lt;em&gt;exciting&lt;/em&gt; to get involved in a ministry. you have a new little spiritual family who can guide you along and stuff. because sometimes the small yf cell group isnt really effective. i mean, in a ministry, you can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GROW &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;together, learn together, meet others' needs together, and just be in a lovely community together. and most importantly for me, i believe its only through a ministry that you can actually &lt;strong&gt;CHANGE&lt;/strong&gt;. that is really what i need. i need serious alteration in my life. yay i really thank God for this finally-here turning point in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh and why did i not choose keyboard? partly because of this sentence that my brother said: "aiyah, you know actually, keyboard is very hard." ok sorry lah, but i seriously cant take challenges. just like when i was so enthu last time about taking up drums in worship, then after hannah said that actually drums are actually rather hard and usually only guys can do it well, i gave up on drums. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mmm well, i suppose i can manage synth better lah. because im also scared that i cant take up the keyboard challenge. its really a daunting task. yeah ): looks like i really have to work on my willingness to face challenges in life. hmmm... /:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but i do have to thank kor lah, seriously. cos only because of this, i made the quite firm decision to take up synth instead of cranking between keyboard and synth. so now, i can just wait till im older to play keyboard in worship. when i get more familiar with the things there(: okay, like when im 17? &lt;strong&gt;RARR :O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway, its so comforting to know that i can obtain my joy and purpose in Christ. away from daily sorrows and frustrations. so serving and worshipping God and His people, &lt;em&gt;here i come&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ismileforJesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-116270672792036212?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116270672792036212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=116270672792036212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116270672792036212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116270672792036212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally-worshipping-god-and-his-people.html' title='FINALLY WORSHIPPING GOD AND HIS PEOPLE, HERE I COME.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-116221284719578602</id><published>2006-10-30T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:08:47.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beloved batchies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/1600/bandits%2008!%20graffiti..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/320/bandits%2008%21%20graffiti..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; graffiti hiehiehie. far east plaza!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/1600/201006%20-%20after%20eoys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/320/201006%20-%20after%20eoys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yay i &lt;3 my beloved batchies!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh, i know its not really clear right.&lt;br /&gt;so just click on the picture!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-116221284719578602?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116221284719578602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=116221284719578602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116221284719578602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116221284719578602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/beloved-batchies.html' title='beloved batchies!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-116194118977749706</id><published>2006-10-27T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T17:26:30.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eoys.results. great disappointment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;why, why must it be like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i. hate. my. results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;gahh why am i letting my results depress me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;its just an exam - right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;no, its not just an exam. its the important year end exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;why must everyone rub it in by talking about it right in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;blah well its not their problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ARRRGGGHH what am i going to do now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;this is going to make me emo for at least 2 weeks. now my gpa is going to plunge like anything and there's like NOTHING that i can do about it. AAAAAAAARRGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; i am so seriously &lt;strong&gt;screwed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i better stop slacking and start studying like crazy. seriously, it takes so much more effort than what im putting in now to do well in rgs. i must push some more. URGH this is seriously killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;so actually, i think i didnt try my best. no matter what results i get, i must always do better. there's never a "done your best". your best is never a best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;/:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;oh someone, please tell me what i am talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-116194118977749706?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116194118977749706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=116194118977749706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116194118977749706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116194118977749706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/eoysresults-great-disappointment.html' title='eoys.results. great disappointment.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-116185368165144583</id><published>2006-10-26T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T17:08:01.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dont need those friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"sorry"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you waited till &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; to say sorry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you took so long to realise how mean you all were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;real long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what's the use of it now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you dont know how much pain and torment i had to face each day in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you dont know how much i had to bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you dont know how hard it is to remain silent and continuing loving you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as i should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i will try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-116185368165144583?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116185368165144583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=116185368165144583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116185368165144583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116185368165144583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/sorry.html' title='sorry?'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-116177571381485623</id><published>2006-10-25T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T20:02:31.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICE SKATING AFTER EOYS NUMBER ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ICE SKATING&lt;/strong&gt; ROCKED LIKE ANYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;yeah thanks melissa, huiyin, cassandra, guiqi and her two friends! haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO is better than one.&lt;br /&gt;so when you hold hands with another person and skate you can go super fast! geee fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;not showing off but -cough cough- im quite pro you know! :D&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you -wave-&lt;br /&gt;mel too. backskating and spinning! yeah we have to work on that. (:&lt;br /&gt;oh and it would be so much more fun with my bro! i miss the ole days when we played catching. didnt skate with him for... 2 years? gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i am hereby declaring: ICE SKATING THE BEST SPORT EVER((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;announcing to &lt;em&gt;all yf ppl&lt;/em&gt; or at least the &lt;em&gt;sec 2 cgs&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can we please have an iceskating -cg outing -combined cg outing -mega yf outing -outreach! its gonna be so much fun together(: fellowship ok! and what we are learning now - community! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please please please please. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-116177571381485623?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116177571381485623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=116177571381485623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116177571381485623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116177571381485623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/ice-skating-after-eoys-number-one_25.html' title='ICE SKATING AFTER EOYS NUMBER ONE'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-116142862523415460</id><published>2006-10-21T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T19:03:45.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worship min</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;gahh. i dont like people talking about worship ministry in front of me. ): cos it just makes me feel worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i really wanna join it lah. just that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i dont have the courage to. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i can never imagine myself to be able to improvise up on stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i'd probably just mess everything up and play wrong notes and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i have stage fright! well, kind of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;for the auditions, according to gladys, you already need to know how to improvise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i kinda think i know but its bound to be wrong lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i think im not up to standard. lousy. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;everybody's joining-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;not that i wanna join because others join&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;but i just-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;dont dare. /: blah, help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-116142862523415460?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116142862523415460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=116142862523415460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116142862523415460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116142862523415460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/worship-min.html' title='worship min'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-116133752602787110</id><published>2006-10-20T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T19:19:52.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy? after eoys 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i. am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay. actually, &lt;em&gt;supposed to be&lt;/em&gt;, but not. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's the last day of the eoys.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was gonna jump for joy literally right after the math paper.&lt;br /&gt;but math, totally spoilt my day.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, my whole after-exams mood is - bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel relaxed at all, dont feel happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;just this weird, stupid feeling that i still have a lot of homework of dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;just this stressy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;my other friends felt that way too.&lt;br /&gt;gahh.&lt;br /&gt;you may think its cos we're stressed that we have nothing to do. -_- but for me, no lah.&lt;br /&gt;im just pissed over math.&lt;br /&gt;and so many other things.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, just that weirdly empty feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not like last year, if you read my last year after-eoys post. my post was like:&lt;br /&gt;EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER EOYS OVER&lt;br /&gt;(one year flies. ):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on. it was really exciting and ... over the moon last year. erh, haha. /: but now its like,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what. just weirdly miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i already planned last night what i was gonna blog, that i was HAPPY and that its only the after eoys time of the year that im happy. but it turned out opposite and i dont feel exactly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's outing with zhenyi, hillary, dee, shimin and vanessa was - weird? except the talking with zhenyi about gooong princess hours part. the rest of the time i was just feeling so xian as usual. i wanted to watch a movie but no one was really interested. anyway, thanks zhenyi for all the gooong swooning! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pow. it really doesnt seem at all that the eoys are over. this just isnt the right kind of feeling. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the exams period this week, i kinda made a long list of things to do. was so enthusiastic about it. then now, its like i dont even feel like doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;there's so many things to do, but no one to do with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont like my parents screaming now in the background and kinda "forcing" me to do stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep and hibernate. gahh. i need it badly. school stole my every precious hour of it. /:&lt;br /&gt;rgs, YOU are partly the cause of me being squashed up. grrrr. why must we even come to earth in the first place. cant God just put us all into heaven straight away and worship Him. i. hate. earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost got knocked down by a car just now on the way back home from serangoon mrt. looked at the wrong direction. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its that disgusting i-know-what (no, its not you-know-what, because you wont know.) feeling again. /: and i dont like it. for the least bit. &lt;em&gt;i need to get a life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-116133752602787110?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116133752602787110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=116133752602787110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116133752602787110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116133752602787110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-after-eoys-2006.html' title='happy? after eoys 2006'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-116029507706518887</id><published>2006-10-08T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T17:06:33.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone in the midst of stupid eoys. sec 2 blargh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it just seems that my mom isnt glad that i am actually wanting to go yf. in fact, she doesnt really like me going yf. studies is more important to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, if one day i really decide to stop going yf, im sure it wouldnt be my family who brings and encourages me to go back on the right track. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yeah but im grateful for kor playing and singing his composed songs on the guitar almost every night. (: it kinda encourages me a little. thanks kor, thanks for being my nice friend at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i am still spinning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; in the midst of stupid eoys. community? right. someone said, "one for one, all for none." they cant really do much for you, you know. its&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;all up to yourself to face it alone in the end, dont you agree?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-116029507706518887?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116029507706518887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=116029507706518887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116029507706518887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/116029507706518887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/alone-in-midst-of-stupid-eoys-sec-2.html' title='alone in the midst of stupid eoys. sec 2 blargh.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-115918007480923382</id><published>2006-09-25T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:30:48.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huge gigantic hornet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/1600/DSC00451.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/320/DSC00451.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the pretty mask bought by kor from italy last december! it finally had a purpose for existing: to be used for literature performance tasks!(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;used by romeo (lathiga) for the literature performance task acting scene thing. romeo and juliet! romeo flirt lah, cheat juliet's feelings. ):&lt;br /&gt;i screwed it up a little! it all felt so weird. i'll never be able to be calm, composed and confident before an audience. (which is why i dont dare to join worship team hahahaha. im lousy anyway.)and then my heart was beating like crazy dont know why and i felt like i was having some fever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gahh. and i was the old nurse too! like say two words in the middle of the conversation between romeo and juliet: LADY JOOOO-LIET! in the high-pitched and irritating tone. and people laughed. i was like hey what's so funny man. hmmph. and then i was this lightbulb [dian4 deng1 pao4] between r and j. holding up the stupid wall for them. so extra gahh. anyway, the balcony scene was funny and i hope we'll do well for His glory! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/1600/DSC00452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/320/DSC00452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and this huge jeye-normous hornet thing scared the daylights out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/1600/DSC00457.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/320/DSC00457.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it was like the hue-gest insect i've ever seen lah. the feelers and legs and everything were so thick and black and gross. and its still in my dustbin. stuck onto the plastic bag like as if there's rigor mortis. HAHAHA. it was totally freaky even when taking photo of it dead. like it'd suddenly jump up or something. and as usual my brother saved the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is how the story goes:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tiffany: be careful ah - its HUGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bro after looking at it: wah really very big. this kind need to be armed with weapons one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[brother does some stretches to warm up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tiffany went searching for the broom thing for her bro as a weapon and took her deodorant in case and some paper towel to wrap up the broom thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;then bro got armed with the wonderful insecticide and the broom thing and she got armed with the deodorant and some paper towel.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tiffany: IT'S MOVING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bro: aiyah wait till it crawls down the curtain lah. then easier to scoop it away and out of the balcony. i dont plan to kill it you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tiffany: huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bro shakes the curtain quite hard and the hornet flies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tiffany screams and yells and runs to the room and shuts the door while bro shuns and - tiffany who is narrating this story has already run to her room and hence could not see what her bro was doing after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tiffany realises that there's not really anymore commotion outside so she opens the door and peers out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bro: wah it almost touched me you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tiffany: oh are you ok are you ok! where is it where is it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bro: still there lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tiffany: aiya it's never going to come down cos it just keeps going up and down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bro:okay im going to spray ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tiffany: NOOO wait dont spray i go to the room first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tiffany runs to her room door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tiffany: ok later you quickly run into my room here to hide ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bro: i spray ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SPRAYS * SPPPPPSSSSSSSSSS!! [7 SECONDS CONTINUOUS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[tiffany in the background: oei dont spray already!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[ bee stumbles and continues crawling on on the curtain]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tiffany: a-yeee how come havent die yet! still moving - oh no dropping dropping -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[bee crashes to the floor.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[tiffany runs over]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tiffany: wa - its really HUGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bro: i killed it i killed it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tiffany: eeee so scary. yuck look what you did kor! you made it shrivel and curl up until like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bro: wah the whole thing is just liquid. the floor also. the liquid really helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tiffany: yuck all dried up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bro: okay you just wasted 10 minutes of my time killing this thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oopsie! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahahaha this is really funny. if you get the whole fun and amusement and excitement and nonsense of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-115918007480923382?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115918007480923382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=115918007480923382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115918007480923382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115918007480923382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/huge-gigantic-hornet.html' title='huge gigantic hornet.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-115874889903017170</id><published>2006-09-20T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:41:40.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i. hate. school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything about school just makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything from stress to friends just pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is everybody so insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learned my lesson in pri sch; i've learned to more sensitive. i dont go bluttering stuff about people's dandruff or people contradicting themselves/not talking any sense. i dont go insulting people, i dont go around teasing/embarrassing people. (i didnt say people said these stuff about me, so dont assume ok. just naming some examples.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of what happened last time, now i dont say my point of view (in lesson discussions or whatever); but then again looking from another point of view, i also think before i speak. that sentence was referring to two subjects; lessons in class and communicating with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why dont they see what im actually doing for them&lt;br /&gt;why dont they see how i actually treat them compared to how they treat me&lt;br /&gt;why dont they see what they are doing to me when they behave like that&lt;br /&gt;why do they always assume things&lt;br /&gt;why dont they think before they speak/do something&lt;br /&gt;why am i taken so for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want judgement day now.&lt;br /&gt;right now.&lt;br /&gt;so that God can judge them and give me that justice that i really need now&lt;br /&gt;and i wouldnt have to bear with it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when, when is He coming.&lt;br /&gt;i really cant wait any longer,&lt;br /&gt;i almost gave up two nights ago, almost gave up on my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is this ever going to change;&lt;br /&gt;so many years and this has never changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am starting to hate everything.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-115874889903017170?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115874889903017170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=115874889903017170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115874889903017170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115874889903017170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/why.html' title='why.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-115786713918901781</id><published>2006-09-10T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T13:46:08.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give all, how?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i really wanna give Him all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT HOW?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wonder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-115786713918901781?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115786713918901781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=115786713918901781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115786713918901781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115786713918901781'/><link 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voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I lift my praise to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I lift my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I lift my worship to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I love You more than I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh I love You more than I can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ever I will sing only You will I adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Glorify my Lord only You will I serve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;For the world will fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Still my song to You remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Only You will I adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh I love You always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh I love You always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MY GOD IS MIGHTY TO SAVE! so why dont you look to Him today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-115786277638694888?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115786277638694888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=115786277638694888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115786277638694888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115786277638694888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/adonai.html' title='Adonai'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-115773300010481540</id><published>2006-09-09T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:30:59.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why am i here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;someone tell me why am i here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because i am bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bored of everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i find myself always walking alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alone most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;somehow anti-social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT anti-social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh well you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that i know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i must know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God is with me all the time and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the same old lonely feeling comes all over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i just cant sense Him near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate satan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stop stuffing these things into my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stop it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;before i dunk your idiotic face (you dont have a face) into the rubbish chute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its time i clear the junk in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;please, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-115773300010481540?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115773300010481540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=115773300010481540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115773300010481540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115773300010481540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/alone.html' title='alone.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-115745248644077854</id><published>2006-09-05T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T12:49:12.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>capts ball outreach + REACT + piano exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPTAIN'S BALL OUTREACH 2nd Sept saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. its is over. quite fun actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then came the sad part. buddy!&lt;br /&gt;awwww actually many wrong decisions were made that day.&lt;br /&gt;and wrong attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;and wrong words spoken.&lt;br /&gt;and wrong actions shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blargh. basically i think we all forgot the main aim of the outreach.&lt;br /&gt;and who the stars of the outreach really were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know something. i believe its part of God's plan. well of course it is. because through this outreach we can learn from our mistakes and not make the same mistakes again the next outreach.&lt;br /&gt;like always do whatever the newcomers wanna do. lyk play basketball. (hannah! blargh. ]: who cares! you know we all suck at basketball - but for the sake of the month of -) may wanted it quite badly and i wanted too but the rest just couldnt be bothered to play a short game blah.&lt;br /&gt;and many other blunders that everyone made lah. we should have treated the new friends more seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this outreach was for us to know what we should do or should not do and how outreaches should be handled with or whatsoever blah. yeah /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buddy dont be sad okay! its kinda partly my fault too lah. i should have mixed more with the new friends. i tried alright, i tried.&lt;br /&gt;your friends were nice, actually quite unexpected. cos i thought sports cca ppl would be very mean. xD haha nice buddy, nice buddy's friends!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REACT'06 4th Sept 2006 monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite fun except for the fact that they kept insensitively pair up guy with girl. BLARGH.&lt;br /&gt;my group &lt;b&gt;CANCER &lt;/b&gt;members: mervin, fatimah, david, yingzhe, ying jing(or however you spell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it), nancy, margaret, amanda loke, kaichi, ethel and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha and you know mervin was my bro's sec 1/2 classmate. lol! they called him mervin mervin last time. o_O jeff the red knight and yiheng too were my bro's sec1/2 classmates. all three are hilarious ppl. (: okay so i was from the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt; team and the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; team won. the two funny knights haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeah i think the best part was actually combined prac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;! we played in the amphitheatre. open air and ppl came to watch us play(: very grand haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN &lt;strong&gt;highlights from chess&lt;/strong&gt; sounded so &lt;em&gt;fabulous &lt;/em&gt;when we actually played it together. ESPECIALLY the very first note. so grand and mysterious. whhooo. (: i still havent gotten the soundtrack?! someone gimme! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and then somewhere in &lt;strong&gt;disney's fantillusion&lt;/strong&gt; we got lost. and started laughing, yo. blah.&lt;br /&gt;that isnt good you know.&lt;br /&gt;but i tell you the running notes rocked!&lt;br /&gt;every single note was so &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;all so distinct and &lt;em&gt;clear&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the other pro bands! thanks for making me fall in love with running notes. i MUST GET THEM ALL RIGHT from now on!&lt;br /&gt;so basically, the whole feeling was like really in Disneyland already. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i love our 2nd clars score! hahaha some parts were really fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the king across the river&lt;/b&gt;. wrong english right! anyway percs well done!(: the student conductor was so erh, funny? he actually sounded a bit "high and mighty"! haha no offence! but yeah the song was quite nice too actually. though it sounded a bit chi-na. xD yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway REACT'06 was um considerably fun i guess. full of wonderful and exciting memories. haha(: and heart attacking ones such as from yiheng's game! the blow-the-ping pong-ball game. hahahaha that one blow and laugh until really can have heart attack. we were laughing until really no air to blow already. but we still won that game! (: against jasmine chua's team. haha jasmine chua is so funny. with her hilarious antics. &lt;em&gt;the second daughter&lt;/em&gt; for the blue knight's hand in marriage! oh man she's really funny. xD the first daughter was jasmine guo haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIANO EXAM grade 7 5th Sept 2006 tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FREAK.&lt;/em&gt; i came almost one hour early to pace about and freak out even more. who ask mum to be so kiasu xp. i had my first &lt;em&gt;male&lt;/em&gt; examiner! &lt;em&gt;roners lees&lt;/em&gt; or something. previous ones were all female. argh. i totally screwed up &lt;em&gt;sight reading&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;oral&lt;/em&gt; a bit too i think. &lt;em&gt;scales&lt;/em&gt; were okay i hope and &lt;em&gt;pieces&lt;/em&gt; i messed up a weeny bit. well thank God that i didnt break down halfway. which means i continued even though i crashed a lot of notes. (:&lt;br /&gt;argh and i prayed for distinction and erh. i must stay in faith that God will give me a distinction for his glory! even though it &lt;em&gt;SEEMS very impossible.&lt;/em&gt; oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the blah thing is that all examiners always smile and smile and smile so much that even though you made a lot of mistakes they still make you think you got full marks. the &lt;strong&gt;ever-so-friendly &lt;/strong&gt;examiners. &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay i must AT LEAST PASS! hmmmm or at least get a distinction. blah haha. cant disappoint myself and family members esp mom who has been screwing me up for the exam and God and everyone else. thanks for the pat pat ivan kor! haha. one month's time! wait. oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alright that was just a once-in-a-lifetime long post. the next time i'll talk about my life is probably the nov/dec hols or beyond. no time to waste.&lt;em&gt; simply no time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-115745248644077854?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115745248644077854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=115745248644077854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115745248644077854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115745248644077854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/capts-ball-outreach-react-piano-exam.html' title='capts ball outreach + REACT + piano exam'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-115712394201478257</id><published>2006-09-01T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T23:19:02.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>captain's ball outreach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPTAIN'S BALL OUTREACH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;its God's turn to show off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;go on Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;show them who You really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;UP&lt;strong&gt;ROAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;have faith that He will not make this outreach just another one! things will change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;wait for my post telling you what He has done in the outreach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;even if there isnt any,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;we cant do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;because He is just carrying out His wonderful plan and is in control of everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;so sit and wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;you'll see soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shine a light in and let the whole world see;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-115712394201478257?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115712394201478257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=115712394201478257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115712394201478257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115712394201478257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/09/captains-ball-outreach.html' title='captain&apos;s ball outreach'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-115548577056458933</id><published>2006-08-14T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:32:23.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM STRESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i want my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BADLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERY BADLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and i seriously hate sudden popup homeworks which come out of nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no one can help ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and i am already falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;now WHAT am i doing here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-115548577056458933?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115548577056458933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=115548577056458933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115548577056458933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115548577056458933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/08/random-stress.html' title='RANDOM STRESS'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-115510948922329122</id><published>2006-08-09T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T16:01:32.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33 special people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff3399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff3399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with all my heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for wishing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a blessed day with the number &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;060806&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-115510948922329122?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115510948922329122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=115510948922329122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115510948922329122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115510948922329122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/08/birthday-wishes.html' title='birthday wishes'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-115484184862768996</id><published>2006-08-06T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T13:56:27.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a 1/365 day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is just 1 out of 365 days in a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its not just a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the very day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i was born on this earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to suffer from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frustrations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tormented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the horrible facts of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was this very day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i was born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the Great Commission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to spread the good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one would ever want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;one that everyone needs to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i was born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as today's daily bread says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gives meaning to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obeying God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gives purpose to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since now i know the meaning to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find the purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have found it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;that is to serve Him only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in everything that i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to glorify His name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to tell the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;who He really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so why on earth do i bother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;about silly stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;about useless stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;that is only temporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i have to learn to grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and accept the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;that the world does not revolve around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and that this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;is just another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i still dont have to boldness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to open my golden mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to even spread the good news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cos i think too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and when i think too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i end up not doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;am i able to put down everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to follow Him;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it is a huge decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;huge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-115484184862768996?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115484184862768996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=115484184862768996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115484184862768996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115484184862768996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/08/1365-day.html' title='a 1/365 day.'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-115098810248450017</id><published>2006-06-22T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:57:51.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE STAND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this song really &lt;em&gt;SCREAMS&lt;/em&gt; into my brain!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to mean it man!&lt;br /&gt;and i must stand strong against the irritating devil who keeps putting burdens and frustrations into my mind. RARR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE STAND&lt;/strong&gt; by Hillsong United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stood before creation&lt;br /&gt;Forever within Your hand&lt;br /&gt;You spoke all life into motion&lt;br /&gt;My soul now is in His hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stood before my failure&lt;br /&gt;Carried the Cross for my shame&lt;br /&gt;My sin went upon Your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;My soul now is in His hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can I say&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;But offer this heart O God&lt;br /&gt;Completely to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk upon salvation&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit of light in me&lt;br /&gt;My soul to declare Your promise&lt;br /&gt;My life in Your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll stand&lt;br /&gt;With arms high and heart abandoned&lt;br /&gt;In awe of the One who gave it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll stand&lt;br /&gt;My soul Lord to You surrendered&lt;br /&gt;All I am is Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;with arms high and heart abandoned! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;who cares what others would think of me man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like what pastor benny ho mentioned before, you're not praying to people or worshipping for others to hear (grammar mistakes in prayers? &gt;&lt; ), you're talking to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so it aint any old mama's business whether your prayers got grammar mistakes or not. cos you're not even talking to her. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-115098810248450017?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115098810248450017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=115098810248450017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115098810248450017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115098810248450017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/stand.html' title='THE STAND!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-115003873974700059</id><published>2006-06-11T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T14:16:57.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>treble clef business and random stuff. &gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim; You are amazing God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/1600/gold%20treble%20clef.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/400/gold%20treble%20clef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; haha i just think this treble clef is so boing-ing cute. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/1600/P6%20Birthday%20Presents%20xD.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/320/P6%20Birthday%20Presents%20xD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; lol i somehow dug up this photo from somewhere in my documents. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;my P6 birthday presents! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-115003873974700059?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/115003873974700059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=115003873974700059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115003873974700059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/115003873974700059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/treble-clef-business-and-random-stuff.html' title='treble clef business and random stuff. &gt;&lt;'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-114987158097691587</id><published>2006-06-10T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T00:46:20.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post camp refreshment, revival and renewal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this is so cool. but how on earth am i supposed to pass my burdens over to Him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, alethea says pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ah well i seriously need to re-construct the functioning of my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-114987158097691587?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114987158097691587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=114987158097691587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/114987158097691587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/114987158097691587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/06/post-camp-refreshment-revival-and_10.html' title='post camp refreshment, revival and renewal'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-114922546634846878</id><published>2006-06-02T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:17:46.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHURCH CAMP 2006!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;yay! i celebrate the one-year-old anniversary of my blog. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;looking back at my previous posts long ago, i realised they were quite stupid. *jeers at myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;CHURCH CAMP FROM 3RD TO 7TH JUNE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;what's the date today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2nd june!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HEE. i better enjoy myself thoroughly cos i KNOW &lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S IN STORE FOR ME WHEN I GET BACK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;no! dont make me think of it again. RARR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and the theme is football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;now what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i dont have any football shirts. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-114922546634846878?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114922546634846878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=114922546634846878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/114922546634846878'/><link 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Hughes, Hillsong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;There must be more than this&lt;br /&gt;oh breath of God come breath within&lt;br /&gt;There must be more than this&lt;br /&gt;Spirit of God we wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Fill us anew we pray&lt;br /&gt;Fill us anew we pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Consuming Fire&lt;br /&gt;Fan into flame&lt;br /&gt;a passion for your name&lt;br /&gt;Spirit of God&lt;br /&gt;fall in this place&lt;br /&gt;Lord have ur way&lt;br /&gt;Lord have ur way&lt;br /&gt;with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;Come like a rushing wind&lt;br /&gt;Fill us with power from on high&lt;br /&gt;Now set the captives free&lt;br /&gt;leave us abandoned to your praise&lt;br /&gt;Lord let your glory fall&lt;br /&gt;Lord let your glory fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(repeat chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He shall be glorified.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-114820929092130295?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114820929092130295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=114820929092130295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/114820929092130295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/114820929092130295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/05/consuming-fire.html' title='Consuming Fire'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-114768376941305029</id><published>2006-05-15T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:11:12.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Inside Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;From The Inside Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Hillsong United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;album: United We Stand (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times I've failed&lt;br /&gt;Still Your mercy remains&lt;br /&gt;And should I stumble again&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught in Your grace&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your will above all else&lt;br /&gt;My purpose remains&lt;br /&gt;The art of losing myself&lt;br /&gt;In bringing You praise&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart and my soul&lt;br /&gt;Lord I give You control&lt;br /&gt;Consume me from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;Lord let justice and praise&lt;br /&gt;Become my embrace&lt;br /&gt;To love you from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;Your light will shine when all else fades&lt;br /&gt;Never ending&lt;br /&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame&lt;br /&gt;And the cry of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Is to bring You praise&lt;br /&gt;From the inside out&lt;br /&gt;Lord my soul cries out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He shall be glorified.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-114768376941305029?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114768376941305029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=114768376941305029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/114768376941305029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/114768376941305029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-inside-out.html' title='From The Inside Out'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-114744528003762734</id><published>2006-05-12T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T12:56:03.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another miracle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;consuming fire, fan into flame;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YET ANOTHER MIRACLE OF GOD'S GRACE! ((:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as u can see from my previous post, i fell super badly while roller blading on saturday 6th May '06. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURING THE WHOLE OF MY 2.4KM RUN ON TUESDAY 9TH MAY '06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I DID NOT FEEL ANY EXTERNAL INJURY PAIN AT ALL!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the only problem was the usual leg laziness.&lt;br /&gt;but HAHA i didnt get any stitches! thanks to my learn-my-mistake-from-last-year technique of not drinking much water before the run. (: yeah last year so nervous until i kept drinking and drinking and drinking until i got stitches even for the first round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ok but to the main point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD IS AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;i prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed lyk crazy for my wounds not to explode or be painful and hinder me from my running. and indeed &lt;strong&gt;HE ANSWERED MY PRAYERS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran lyk crazy, when there's about 1 and a 1/2 round left, it started raining. the rain literally stung my eyes. hahaha so i kept using my shirt to wipe the rain off my face. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA BUT I HAD FAITH OK!&lt;br /&gt;actually i kept wanting to ask mom to write an excuse from PFT letter &lt;em&gt;in case&lt;/em&gt; i couldn't run for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT I DIDNT ASK OKAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos the following thoughts after those kind of thoughts was that i should trust God&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and NOT ask mom for an excuse letter.&lt;br /&gt;HEH 100% faith! so i did not ask. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it's lyk OF COURSE i would not need an excuse letter, cos it's lyk OF COURSE he would hear and answer my prayer no matter wad His plan is, but my job is just to TRUST 100% since i've already prayed. ((: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so GOS IS DEFINITELY 100%ly &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha lyk OF COURSE. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and to think i was so silly to worry almost every hour since saturday. when i've already prayed. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so yay here are the kind of significant miracles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;piano theory exam&lt;/strong&gt; - time flew so fast that i had too much time, which is usually not the case! ((: 11/3/06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;math exam results! term1 S.A.&lt;/strong&gt; - got 2nd highest in class and thought i was going to fail. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PFT NAPFA 2.4km run!&lt;/strong&gt; - gold, points improved by 2 since last year! (((: jiayou me. and this is all done when i had all the disgusting roller blading injuries and 2 missed PE practice runnings. cos 1 of them i helped hillary to PE Dept and another time i forgot to wear my PE shirt. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yay I LOVE JESUS! HE TOTALLY ROCKS MY LIFE. (: CELEBRATE THAT I KNOW JESUS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hmmm it's time to join forces with the other christians in my class. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and btw, never be discouraged when things don't go your way! cos He has His own plans and everything is planned by Him anyway, so why go against Him, just follow wad He wants you to&lt;/span&gt; do and everything will be just fine! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He shall be glorified.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-114744528003762734?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114744528003762734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=114744528003762734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/114744528003762734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/114744528003762734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/05/yet-another-miracle.html' title='yet another miracle!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-114708844429489538</id><published>2006-05-08T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:11:48.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/1600/baby%20xD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/400/baby%20xD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the little ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/1600/ballet%20baby!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3440/1103/320/ballet%20baby%21.jpg" 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/12817264-114708844429489538?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114708844429489538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=114708844429489538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/114708844429489538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/114708844429489538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/05/babies_08.html' title='babies!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12817264.post-114708827465612026</id><published>2006-05-08T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T12:57:49.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roller blading fall down the slope worst fall ever i think sun rosier full of slopes and steep steps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;consuming fire, fan into flame;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ZOOMED down a stupid slope swerved and crashed into a kerb in the open air carpark car slot in the condo full of dangerous slopes and steep steps worst fall ever worst bruises and damages done to my legs ever can never forget this when both parents not at home brother went cycling no one around everyone disappeared yelled and cried like mad limped all the way home myself crawled up the steep steps one by one screamed like crazy please understand how painful it was blood everywhere shorts got torn wallet flew a metre plus away when i fell can still imagine how it felt when i zoomed down the stupid slope and how stupid the day was how stupid i was everything about it was very stupid don't even want to think about it brother came home i shrieked he told me to go wash and bathe how could i go bathe with these 3 disgustingly painful and HUGE and deep abrasions PFT 2.4 km run tomorrow how to run how to get gold i only have God to trust 100% now since i've already prayed and the good thing is i've experienced quite much from this thing &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this is all i can say SEE FOR YOURSELF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He shall be glorified.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817264-114708827465612026?l=leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/feeds/114708827465612026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817264&amp;postID=114708827465612026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/114708827465612026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817264/posts/default/114708827465612026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leadmeoutofhere.blogspot.com/2006/05/roller-blading-fall-down-slope-worst.html' title='roller blading fall down the slope worst fall ever i think sun rosier full of slopes and steep steps!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10615426651674289385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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>
