<?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-12032980</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:08:48.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for fun</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-7568852858596111566</id><published>2007-11-09T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:56:45.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FF12</title><content type='html'>Being playing FF12 for the past 2 days. i'm addicted to the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graphic is good, gameplay is good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the game should have at least some bad points. The game just have too much scenes lah. Walk only 5 steps, scene again...then finish fighting monster, sence again. Quite crappy....&lt;br /&gt;the music isn't that good either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-7568852858596111566?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/7568852858596111566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=7568852858596111566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/7568852858596111566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/7568852858596111566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/11/ff12.html' title='FF12'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-6314208914148597423</id><published>2007-11-04T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:04:44.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>have not blogger for almost 2 months le....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick update:&lt;br /&gt;1) promos over and i am promoted&lt;br /&gt;2) op is over le&lt;br /&gt;3) choir pract starting this tue&lt;br /&gt;4) nyaa trip during early dec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with wanjing and peiyu to prawn&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/Ry3aKgc6riI/AAAAAAAABVs/HHACO__06kE/s400/DSC00153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128995424689630754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/Ry3aKwc6rjI/AAAAAAAABV0/0iALt78P5GY/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/Ry3aKwc6rjI/AAAAAAAABV0/0iALt78P5GY/s400/DSC00150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128995428984598066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/Ry3aLAc6rkI/AAAAAAAABV8/1yhURri0WhM/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/Ry3aLAc6rkI/AAAAAAAABV8/1yhURri0WhM/s400/DSC00151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128995433279565378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We managed to fish a prawn and the owner gave us one, we then gave this father who was there prawning our 2 prawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would be praying for wanjing to promote to j2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are wondering, especially my church youth, its true that i am backsliding. I am not 100% sure, but there might be someone who would read it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going into the details why i am backslidding...&lt;br /&gt;for me to know, and for u to find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, Bless your Sons And Daughters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-6314208914148597423?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/6314208914148597423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=6314208914148597423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/6314208914148597423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/6314208914148597423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/11/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_FatS4I4qyIc/Ry3aKgc6riI/AAAAAAAABVs/HHACO__06kE/s72-c/DSC00153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-5780467534791627171</id><published>2007-09-24T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:55:44.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mom was scolded</title><content type='html'>Today, my mother was in a way beening fired from her job.(not literally) She was beening transfered back to the child delivery department. It was partly because of me that caused her to be in such a state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother do not have very good relationship with some(note the some, cause not all, don't assume all) of her superior. My mother has been feeling stressed up for many months and i kindda know my mother's attitude, she do not like to be pushed around too much. If so, she would fight back. However, she did the soft approach. She sent an email to her superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who typed the the letter and she approved it. Well, shouldn't disclose what i typed, but i really regretted typing it. I kindda of knew the outcome of it. Yet i didn't stop her, neither did i refuse to type it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, putting myself in my mother's shoe, i kindda can understand the stress. The stress and hardship u have to endure. The facade u put in front of ur colleage and superior. Its just tough. Anyone and everyone would find it hard to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still young, i don't understand the adult world. All i can do now is to pray for my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to studying for promo...bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-5780467534791627171?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/5780467534791627171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=5780467534791627171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/5780467534791627171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/5780467534791627171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-mom-was-scolded.html' title='my mom was scolded'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-3199056309752535625</id><published>2007-09-16T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T23:34:15.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promo</title><content type='html'>WR was just over. one thing off my mind. Now is the bigger challenge. promo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week left to promo, in fact after another half an hour, left only 5 days...i must pass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-3199056309752535625?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/3199056309752535625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=3199056309752535625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/3199056309752535625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/3199056309752535625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/09/promo.html' title='promo'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-8237929841779644859</id><published>2007-09-05T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:14:20.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>This post is not about my personal pain, but i am writting about the pain that so many people have suffered. Not going to write it in a reglious context, but as a normal human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I have always thought that i have always suffered. I thought i have always received pains that were uncalled for. I guess that those were just dellusion i have been imagining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Let me see, yesterday, i stumbled onto someone's blog. I read their post. The post were basically negative in nature and u can feel that they are condemning themself. I decided to click on the their comments and see what others had commented about their post. kindda of shocking to see that those people who commented were scolding the "F" work. You can see other disturbing comments that they have posted. I am not trying to side anyone but i can seriously feel the hurt when u read such comments. Totally insulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Let me get to the point. I find that people likes to hurt others. What they get is the joy of hurting someone. The victims enjoys the pain u have generously given to them. It s pretty much unfair. How much can one suffers??? Everyone has a limit to their sufferings. Yet many ignore, without knowing the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Is it because we are selfish in nature? Is it because we are ignorance? Is it because we find that we are more superior in nature, thus we have the right to hurt and inflict pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer i don't have. Its up to all of our imagination and speculation. No one is perfect afterall. I guess that we have to live with it, do we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-8237929841779644859?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/8237929841779644859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=8237929841779644859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/8237929841779644859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/8237929841779644859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/09/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-772672871763354895</id><published>2007-09-02T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:46:00.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bicycle</title><content type='html'>Its been long since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i went out for my usual bicycle ride and it appears that it was my most dangerous ride i had ever encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cycling along the bicycle track and i saw a man with 2 dogs on the phone talking to someone. One of the dog(apparently unleashed) ran towards my direction. Mind you, i had just came up a slope and preparing to descend and i had no choice but to use my right brake, aka the front brake. According to the law of some physic theory, i would face a phenomenon known as inital force(can't remember how to spell). My bike lean forward supported by only my front wheel. I won't be able to use the left brake as i would the brake isn't strong enough to make an emergency brake. The dog was unhurt. As for me, i was also unhurt as i manage to balance myself. It was a close call for both the dog and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time happened after about 1.5 lap. I was cycling, unknowing cycling towards the direction of a man resting by the sides of the track. I again, made an emergency brake again. this time, i lean even forward again. Again, by the grace of God, I was unhurt. I feel so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one i won't elaborate...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, undates &amp;amp; upcoming events:&lt;br /&gt;1)old phone malfunctioned, new phone, w800i&lt;br /&gt;2)holidays&lt;br /&gt;3)promos in 3 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;4)carolling somewhere in dec.&lt;br /&gt;5)cjc open house in oct'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all&lt;br /&gt;bye...and God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-772672871763354895?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/772672871763354895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=772672871763354895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/772672871763354895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/772672871763354895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/09/bicycle.html' title='bicycle'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-7947029658049361761</id><published>2007-08-12T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T20:15:50.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sian</title><content type='html'>something's borthering me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-7947029658049361761?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/7947029658049361761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=7947029658049361761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/7947029658049361761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/7947029658049361761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/08/sian.html' title='sian'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-53844921452245746</id><published>2007-08-10T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:02:29.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd birthday</title><content type='html'>my blog is officially 2 years old. well, its actually its birthday yesterday, same as the National day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to rant about...well bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-53844921452245746?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/53844921452245746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=53844921452245746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/53844921452245746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/53844921452245746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/08/2nd-birthday.html' title='2nd birthday'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-3609447656008211316</id><published>2007-07-27T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:31:04.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last, yet in our hearts, we knew that it was just the beginning</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we had pac opening&lt;br /&gt;pics below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091880960338459778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/Rqn-wWeMfII/AAAAAAAAA4c/DVllWmZuOCg/s400/IMG_1257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091880977518328978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/Rqn-xWeMfJI/AAAAAAAAA4k/1tQB4XzrpOs/s400/IMG_1263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My "HEI" during the performance made a strong impact again. This time is the teachers and its so impactful that Mr New, my pe teacher, teased me about me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was choir farewell party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a success, and biggest thanks to all J1 and teachers who helped/cooperate, especially Yu Kang and Nicole.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i0ITYJEBcCs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i0ITYJEBcCs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-3609447656008211316?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/3609447656008211316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=3609447656008211316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/3609447656008211316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/3609447656008211316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-yet-in-our-hearts-we-knew-that-it.html' title='The Last, yet in our hearts, we knew that it was just the beginning'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_FatS4I4qyIc/Rqn-wWeMfII/AAAAAAAAA4c/DVllWmZuOCg/s72-c/IMG_1257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-7483482315243934387</id><published>2007-07-15T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T01:21:17.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun</title><content type='html'>The previous 2 days had been an interesting days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday,  i had an experience that i never had it before. We are given he "opportunity" to travel some exortic areas of the school and thats the school drain. We were very lucky on that day as there was no rain and the water level is only like 1 or 2 inches. However, most of the people still kindda of complain by the fact that we can't take off shoes. The purpose of it is to get it dirty. The pe teacher is sadistic. The drain is circular and it is pitch dark. Can't see the person in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i came out, my hair is full of web...Its so gross lah. When i was touching it, it feels like wax, but disguisting. It was a kennal. In between the kennal is a smal stream of water(obviously that water is dirty). Had to do push up across the water. The rocks are like the rocks u encounter on the road. So u can imagine how painful is it to do push up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, we climbed and left that place. That pe teacher(Mr issac lim) de-briefed us and we left. No choice but to bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, had oral, chinese de. Can  say that it wasn't that hard. Passage about cancer and the question were on violent. Good that they stopped me b4 i can complete my next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went to Fang Cheng Ying's church. Its called Hope Church. Kindda of cool. Service were normal. The sermon also find it quite normal. The only difference is perhaps the people there i guess. Much more friendly. Hanged out with them for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, cheng ying, louis and I went to watch Harry Potter. Wasn't a very good show, but at least i enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i go sleep le&lt;br /&gt;later got CIP to do. Must wake up early to reach there early. No choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye and God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-7483482315243934387?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/7483482315243934387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=7483482315243934387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/7483482315243934387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/7483482315243934387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/07/fun.html' title='fun'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-3065842169968306786</id><published>2007-07-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:21:52.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running back</title><content type='html'>i am running back,&lt;br /&gt;running back for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the doorway,&lt;br /&gt;there was a figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father,&lt;br /&gt;i cried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opened my hands,&lt;br /&gt;let me embrace into your everlasting love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;i forsake you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i repent,&lt;br /&gt;and seek your fogivness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that i need is to ask,&lt;br /&gt;and i will receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-3065842169968306786?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/3065842169968306786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=3065842169968306786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/3065842169968306786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/3065842169968306786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/07/running-back.html' title='Running back'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-4173013972153591866</id><published>2007-07-07T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:42:01.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to me</title><content type='html'>today is my birthday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-4173013972153591866?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/4173013972153591866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=4173013972153591866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/4173013972153591866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/4173013972153591866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-4715207669196021450</id><published>2007-07-01T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:30:30.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backsliddering</title><content type='html'>Am i backslidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have trying to miss church this few weeks. all the excuses ii cam up with. i have no idea but subconsciously realise that i dread both sat and sun. i really feel that i  should not be there lah. i am not there league lah. i have nothing in common with them and i really feel pressized by the people there. i am not aligned with them at all. its been 2 years already and i don't feel that i am able to get along with them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really sorry for coming up with the silly excuses and i am sure they know. i suddenly feel like going back to the church i was born in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, i am really sorry that my alignment with u is very unstable. i really want to align with u. just that so many things have happened and i really do not see the point in christ sometimes. i do ponder why am i born a christian, accepted christ with me even agreeing to it. sometime i do envy those people who were saved by their friends. at least they accepted christ because they have experienced God before they accepted christ.  i have never. i dunno why i even accepted christ in the 1st place. I just pray for a miracle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God u can read my mind, u do know what i want and what i need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-4715207669196021450?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/4715207669196021450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=4715207669196021450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/4715207669196021450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/4715207669196021450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/07/backsliddering.html' title='backsliddering'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-6904040077775460409</id><published>2007-06-24T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T17:49:57.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mids years</title><content type='html'>Effectively, i have 1 day left for me to study and consolidate all the massive info into organised data ready to be stored into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue: Econs&lt;br /&gt;Wed:Maths&lt;br /&gt;Thur:Chem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest are not that important lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let look back into the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my 1st and 2nd week of holiday travelling  in Europe. I guess that i did not waste any money not going for that trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd week was spent surfing the net and playing computer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4rd week  was spent on surfing the net, playing computer games too. However, i still manage to do sufficient study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look back on the last 2 week, i did really wasted a lot  of time doing non-meaningful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i still have pw to worry. I have to complette Eom and start asking people to do the survey le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-6904040077775460409?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/6904040077775460409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=6904040077775460409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/6904040077775460409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/6904040077775460409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/06/mids-years.html' title='Mids years'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-9098863811558183020</id><published>2007-06-21T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T15:20:40.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The picture tells it all, enjoy lah, though i know my photography skill sucks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/RnolAMsKpPI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Eze0YMlEtgs/s1600-h/P1060250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078412215150355698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/RnolAMsKpPI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Eze0YMlEtgs/s400/P1060250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/RnolA8sKpQI/AAAAAAAAA3g/YfIkGDkVJgE/s1600-h/P1060254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078412228035257602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/RnolA8sKpQI/AAAAAAAAA3g/YfIkGDkVJgE/s400/P1060254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/RnolBMsKpRI/AAAAAAAAA3o/rMm4dIgJMLc/s1600-h/P1060259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078412232330224914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/RnolBMsKpRI/AAAAAAAAA3o/rMm4dIgJMLc/s400/P1060259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/RnolB8sKpSI/AAAAAAAAA3w/L3Avqp0EI-k/s1600-h/P1060260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078412245215126818" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/Rnog6MsKpDI/AAAAAAAAA14/dVQNX4--Ebc/s400/P1060112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/Rnog6csKpEI/AAAAAAAAA2A/GQMK5uJK0NU/s1600-h/P1060122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078407718319596610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/Rnog6csKpEI/AAAAAAAAA2A/GQMK5uJK0NU/s400/P1060122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*END*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-9098863811558183020?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/9098863811558183020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=9098863811558183020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/9098863811558183020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/9098863811558183020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/06/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/RnolAMsKpPI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Eze0YMlEtgs/s72-c/P1060250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-7923508627739682053</id><published>2007-06-19T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:07:18.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piano</title><content type='html'>There once was a boy who hated playing piano. He started learning piano when he was only like around 6 for his parents desired him to learn it. The boy always ask his parents this question, "why do u want me to lear piano?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its for your own good. It can be a skill you may need and start connductoring piano lessons for other kids. Even so, u can volunteer yourself in church to play the piano for them." His parents anwsered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That boy was confused about the reason why he have to learn piano. If he was given a choice, he would rather have fun instead of playing that mundae piano. He dreaded everyweek's piano lesson. He would usually arrive 30 min earlier so not to be late. He would sit down and start panicking about his lesson as he had not done enough practice. His scales was in a total mess. His pieces have no variation in dynamics. The rythmn is fluctuating badly. His theory work was not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 30 min wait was dreadful, but the next hour wait will be even worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While playing, his teacher easily recognise his mistakes. It was rampant. She did not know what to do. All she did was patiently tell his his mistakes that he had done. He will note it, but he will be too lazy to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that he always wonders was why she never scolded me? She had never even nagged at the boy before. All she do was to patiently tell him his mistakes. Thats perhaps why he had never improve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boy was sec 2, his teacher had to migrate to Malaysia. He had just done his grade 7 exam. The boy was transfered to another teacher for guidance. However, he did not stay on too. Shortly afterwards, he quited piano as he cannot cope with his schoolworks and his parents do not have enough investment for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was then the point came to enlightenment. He made a very wrong decision. A decision he would regret. He should have not quited piano. He should have stoped his parents from withdrawing the lesson and persisted that they grant him a new piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason why he liked playing the piano is because it was his life. It was born to him, undetachable from him. He enjoys playing it. Thats the one thing that will make him happy. Truely happy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can guess, that boy was me. The teacher who had taught me was Madam Noryani. I bascially do miss her, how she have taught me how  to play the piano. The regret that i could not complete the basic of piano, i do feel a letdown. I hope one day i can still see her and chat with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 3 years, i had never really touched the piano...by some form of miracle, i pray that God can let me learn piano again. I want to one day show her that i was never a disappointment to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this i pray in Jesus name...&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-7923508627739682053?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/7923508627739682053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=7923508627739682053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/7923508627739682053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/7923508627739682053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/06/piano.html' title='piano'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-101761225709958837</id><published>2007-06-08T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:41:21.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from slovakia</title><content type='html'>I'm back from slovakia. I landed on singapore yesterday around 4 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slovakia, vienna and sopron were really fun and interesting. We got to travel here and there, got to stay in different hotels. Food there were marvellous, just that after a while, u will get tired of it, especially breakfast. You are given the same dishes everyday. Usually in the afternoon, we are given our free time to eat ourself and i realised that i have been eating pasta for the past few days. The teachers would usually treat us during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few brief few summary, too lazy to type a detailed trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day&lt;br /&gt;-reached airport at 7.45 and departed around 9 plus&lt;br /&gt;2nd day&lt;br /&gt;-reached asterdam(can't remember how to spell it)&lt;br /&gt;-took another plane to vienna&lt;br /&gt;-took a counch to slovakia.&lt;br /&gt;-stayed in Hotel Nivy&lt;br /&gt;3rd day&lt;br /&gt;-had a morning tour around slovakia&lt;br /&gt;-practices in night&lt;br /&gt;4rd day&lt;br /&gt;-had a  morning tour again, but this time, i grounded myself, actually, mr Toh indirectly grounded me&lt;br /&gt;-we had an accoustic check at the competition venue&lt;br /&gt;-we are invited to sing at Staint Martin Cathedral that night in the opening ceremony&lt;br /&gt;-lonesome road was very good&lt;br /&gt;-practices again in the night&lt;br /&gt;5rd day&lt;br /&gt;-competition day&lt;br /&gt;-it was in the morning, so we had an early breakfast and had our practices&lt;br /&gt;-watched other performances until around 4&lt;br /&gt;-should have brought other clothings to change, my shoe gets really uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;-result was released at 4 plus&lt;br /&gt;-missed it as i went toilet&lt;br /&gt;-the NanYang Pri School teachers told us we got Gold&lt;br /&gt;-wasn't surprised or anything, just feeling contented&lt;br /&gt;-btw, we got 95 marks, a bit shocking&lt;br /&gt;-had reflection that night and the teachers treated us to ice creams&lt;br /&gt;6rd day&lt;br /&gt;-we left for sopron  in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;-we stayed in Hotel Palatinus&lt;br /&gt;-It was wine day and we were given time to venture around&lt;br /&gt;-had night study. it was productive&lt;br /&gt;-we learnt a new song called the "Irish Blessing"&lt;br /&gt;7rd day&lt;br /&gt;-changed hotel to Hotel Sopron&lt;br /&gt;-Ernest an I got a super good hotel. It had a beautiful senery&lt;br /&gt;-we had a morning tour again&lt;br /&gt;-we were later given time to venture around this time and we went further this time&lt;br /&gt;-had night study again, and we had our second reflection&lt;br /&gt;-we learnt a new song again called the "Can't buy me love"&lt;br /&gt;8rd day&lt;br /&gt;-we returned to Vienna and we stayed in Pension ANNA&lt;br /&gt;-Room was super small and we had to squeeze 4 people&lt;br /&gt;-had a tour to 2 palace&lt;br /&gt;-free time to shop around, the girls really enjoyed the shoppinn there lah&lt;br /&gt;-had our last reflection and the teachers decided to let us sleep early without sectionals or night study&lt;br /&gt;-hanged out in Rachel's room, played some games&lt;br /&gt;-the teachers came in around 12 plus to stop us for someone complained about us and almost wanted to call the police&lt;br /&gt;9rd day&lt;br /&gt;-we were given  our free time to shop again in the morning, the girls really enjoyed themself there lah&lt;br /&gt;-took off in the afternoon back to Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;-2 hours to transit, so we went shopping&lt;br /&gt;-drank a bit of alcohol...haha, can't let the teachers know&lt;br /&gt;-left for Singapore&lt;br /&gt;10th day&lt;br /&gt;-touched down and reached Singapore&lt;br /&gt;-seniors came&lt;br /&gt;-my father came to fetch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats all lah. I will miss Europe lah. i will try to go back one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the wonderful time in Europe&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-101761225709958837?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/101761225709958837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=101761225709958837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/101761225709958837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/101761225709958837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-from-slovakia.html' title='back from slovakia'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-3785803621915314803</id><published>2007-05-29T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:40:27.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flying away</title><content type='html'>i'm flying to slovakia today at night. have to check in b4 7.45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite excited, its my 1st time on the plane. i have packed my luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am having maths lessons lateer, dam it lah. spoilt my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are going to win a gold. I'm sure we can de. everyone have confidence, apply the technqies mr toh taught specifically to u or the section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shouldn't let Bro Paul down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can do it the...CJ choir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-3785803621915314803?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/3785803621915314803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=3785803621915314803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/3785803621915314803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/3785803621915314803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/05/flying-away.html' title='flying away'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-6539891792532277884</id><published>2007-05-23T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T17:37:07.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid years</title><content type='html'>Mid years is tmr starting off withh GP. Fri is H1 geo and i haven't study much about it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want to score well. Give me that motivation to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick update:&lt;br /&gt;-we had a lunch time concert on monday. we screwed up and i got freaked out after singing hei...&lt;br /&gt;-choir yesterday  was fun. we added some actions for sabra dances and seriously, it looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;-ttere was no school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best for my midyears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-6539891792532277884?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/6539891792532277884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=6539891792532277884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/6539891792532277884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/6539891792532277884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/05/mid-years.html' title='Mid years'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-8752388432906980718</id><published>2007-05-20T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T09:37:18.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its really been long since i have last blogged, 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-choir got silver...its ok lah. we can still work hard for the slovakia competition&lt;br /&gt;-mid years starts next wed. 1st paper is gp&lt;br /&gt;-planetshakers concert at New Creation Church on 15 june, i hope that i can go with the choir people.&lt;br /&gt;-i have a new printer, new PC, new thumbdrive, new earpiece.&lt;br /&gt;-Sports heat was really fun yesterday. played floorball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to really type right now.&lt;br /&gt;Going to church now&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-8752388432906980718?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/8752388432906980718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=8752388432906980718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/8752388432906980718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/8752388432906980718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-really-been-long-since-i-have-last.html' title=''/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-9045538550315439932</id><published>2007-04-07T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:42:06.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir, Easter Day</title><content type='html'>Today, i had choir lah. I totally screw up pls. I dunno what happened to me. I think i am losing it lah. I seriously singing flatter and flatter and flatter lah. I'm using all techniques lah. Raising ur eyebrow, thinking higher, singing using a higher placement, but to no avail no use lah. I think i am just thinking too much when i sing lah. That's my stumbling block. How should i overcome it? Its more like a unheathly habitual method that i use to sing. Mr Toh talked to me after choir today just to tell me this, that i should overcome my problems. Sit beside the piano and tune my notes. I am old enough to tune it myself instead of waiting for someone to do it for me. I think i really have to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at leat life didn't go on that bad today. Mr Toh wants me to sing the "HEI" part of sarba(i think thats how u spell it) dance and it quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's easter day. The ressurection of Jesus Christ. I hope tmr's serivce will be impactful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 days left to syf. Its exactly a month. There is still hope for miracles. I have to put in all my effort. I want other large choir to understand th strength of our small but powerful choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Jesus, give me the strength to last me through and i pray that i have the discipline to learn and internalise my songs inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray all this in Jesus name, Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-9045538550315439932?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/9045538550315439932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=9045538550315439932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/9045538550315439932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/9045538550315439932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/04/choir-easter-day.html' title='Choir, Easter Day'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-5492878391349912905</id><published>2007-03-25T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T14:31:41.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1T36</title><content type='html'>Haven't been posting lately. I am now in 1T36, subject combi is chem maths econs and H1 geo.&lt;br /&gt;I am kindda of blending in well with my classmates. I think i have more or less bonded with the guys in class. Trying to get to know the girls better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school has been quite slack for the past few days. Let me see, we have not start anything on maths. GP was only a introductory lesson. We only did a few question for chem. Well, we just finished reading a very long chinese essay for mother tongue. Econs and geo were just lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i survived mass PE again. We ran twice round the school, thats about 1.9km, 9 mins plus. Time limit was 10 min 30 sec. KC and i passed it. Did about 100 normal push up. 20 plus diamond and 20 plus spider push up. 100 plus crutches. Did about 7 GST. Jason was not in school, so he missed it. He is going to miss it again this Monday...wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This monday will be tiring. Another mass PE. There will be 2 periods of chinese and we are going to do composition. Then we will be ending at 5 with only a break. I have to be mentally prepared tmr for a tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i will stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-5492878391349912905?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/5492878391349912905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=5492878391349912905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/5492878391349912905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/5492878391349912905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/03/1t36.html' title='1T36'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-2119655475647991826</id><published>2007-03-09T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T22:18:15.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAE---Catholic junior college</title><content type='html'>I got into cjc...&lt;br /&gt;3 days had passed since jae. Got to know many new pple.&lt;br /&gt;Theme for O2 was "remix". As usual, the orientation was dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into class 1T36, 3rd last class. I am quite lonely there. I dunno anyone except shiyu there. Couldn't get into same clss as shirleen or rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More guys are joining choir. Ernest is back from ajc, our only year 1 Tenor1. My score is edited a lot cause Mr toh wanted to fit our baritone range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is going to be busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-2119655475647991826?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/2119655475647991826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=2119655475647991826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/2119655475647991826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/2119655475647991826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/03/jae-catholic-junior-college.html' title='JAE---Catholic junior college'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-4892458409135277069</id><published>2007-03-04T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:28:59.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CJC PAE</title><content type='html'>CJC PAE is coming to an end. If i am not wrong, there are only 2 days left before i will see myself hanging out with new schoolmates. Many familiars faces will no longer be present and it will be another new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not looking forward to that day. I am not anticipating it at all. I really hope that time can stop. Its because i will miss my friends who are going to leave cjc, especially my classmates and the choir pple. We had spent about 7 weeks together. We laughed, joked, played, ate together. This memories i will treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is so different from the feeling i had in secondary school. When i leave tkss, i never had this feeling towards the rest of my friends. I never really missed them. Perhaps its because they leave near me, so there are always opportunity that i can still see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i hope that we can treasure our last few days together in cjc and enjoy while we still can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should look optimistic. At least i still can make new friends during JAE. That i really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here...bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-4892458409135277069?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/4892458409135277069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=4892458409135277069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/4892458409135277069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/4892458409135277069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/03/cjc-pae.html' title='CJC PAE'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-3683646007399202053</id><published>2007-02-25T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:01:17.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many things happened...</title><content type='html'>Well,firstly, my youth okios(a.k.a cell group) has multiplied into 2 groups. One leading by Jonathan and the other by Mui Teck. There are a few reasons why they are "splitting". They believe by splitting into smaller groups, the leaders can have closer fellowship with his people and thus they could give more attention to each individual. Next, they want to start growing in terms of number, so as an encouragement, they started to multiply into 2 groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, i am in Mui Teck's group and its rather expected. The reason is simple. I belong to the quieter group in youth. I don't really clinque around with my peers. The rest of the people are also rather expected. Well, God, i pray that u may bless both okios, that we may face growth and in this smaller okios, we can relate to each other better. Pray that all of us can gain wisdom and be able to speak words that are edifying. I also pray that there is no social divison in my youth group and that all of us can work together to bring down ur pressence into our youth. All this i pray in Jesus name, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, our youth has hitted the lowest attendence. There were only 18 youth presence, including the 4 leaders. Wait, there were 20 in total. 2 youth came down late. Its kindda hard to believe that we would experience such a low attendene. Jonathan then shared his experience of the previous youth, having to close down due to low attendence. However, i can tell that his faith for God that he will bring growth to the youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i do O'Lord? How can i help this youth. Though i have to admit that i don't feel welcome in youth, but i will perserve on in youth. I don'd want to change youth. I really want to stick with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Lord, i pray that u forgive those who did not come yesterday, and that u encourage them to come back to youth. Its true that some of them do not feel welcome there, but i really pray that thy understand the true meaning of coming to youth. Its to workship u and to grow spiritually stronger. Its ok to make friends, but we should always place u 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this i pray in Jesus name again, Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byezzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-3683646007399202053?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/3683646007399202053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=3683646007399202053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/3683646007399202053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/3683646007399202053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/02/many-things-happened.html' title='Many things happened...'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-6729209290852027785</id><published>2007-02-22T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T17:11:42.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roses</title><content type='html'>i have finish giving out the roses i made. Well, thanks to violet who taught me how to make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, pae is ending soon. About half my classmates are leaving, many pple from choir are leaving too. Jae is coming soon. I shouldn't be sad, i must look forward to Jae and make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to change my subject combination after Jae. I am going to drop H2 Physic to H2 econs. The rest all remain. I think i am bad in physic. I don't really have any passion for physic. I am afraid i would screw up physic for A level and it will be hard to go Uni. At least econs stand higher chance of getting good grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-6729209290852027785?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/6729209290852027785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=6729209290852027785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/6729209290852027785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/6729209290852027785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/02/roses.html' title='roses'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-1366682610242827662</id><published>2007-02-17T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T12:15:37.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been long</title><content type='html'>Well, i have not blogged for a long time. Many things have happened for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i got a bloody bad O level result of only 13. I am in a way forced to stay in CJC. Quite disappointed at my result though, expected myself to get below 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAE in cjc is still quite ok so far. The tutorial are still quite slack, th FA and CA aren't that hard as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After JAE, i am going to work very hard and i am going to drop H2 Physic to H2 econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't have much to blog about, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-1366682610242827662?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/1366682610242827662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=1366682610242827662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/1366682610242827662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/1366682610242827662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-long.html' title='its been long'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-3668162885694799139</id><published>2007-01-20T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:16:13.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do i really love u God?</title><content type='html'>I was still wondering, do i really love God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment.(KJV) Matttew 22:37-38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the the 1st commandment that God wants us to obey. We must put him as our 1st love. But i do not think that i am doing that. I placed many other things as my first love, e.g. laptop, psp, studies and all the things that is related to this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, when have i really loved God? I am still my old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for God has no conviction. Though my mouth confess that i love God, but my heart do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i really feared God? Its not easy being a christian. Its true that being a christian then will u be able to enter the Kingdom of God(heaven). But the hard part is to love God from all ur heart, ur soul and ur mind. Its hard to achieve that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Lord, forgive me. Forgive me for not loving u truely. Lord, teach me how to love u from all my heart, my soul and mind but not half heartedly. I do not want t struggle with u. Its painful. Father Lord, i'm sorry that i have sinned against u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray all this Jesus' name, Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-3668162885694799139?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/3668162885694799139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=3668162885694799139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/3668162885694799139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/3668162885694799139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-i-really-love-u-god.html' title='Do i really love u God?'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-4045429574951431209</id><published>2007-01-14T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T22:09:10.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Lord</title><content type='html'>Dear Father Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would firstly like to thank you for the new school you have given me. CJC is new school and a total new environment. Not much pple there are from my school, but u brought me something. Thats is friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like to thank you for bringing friends into my life. I now do see the importance of friends. How we support each other and cheer for each other. In tkss, i could not see it as i was rejecting it most of the time. I really thank you for opening myself to others. For the 1st three of orientation, u gave me the courage to interact with them. After interacting, u even taught me how to sustain my friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my 4 years in tkss, i have neglected the friendship i have found. I could not even bother to look for one as i am just too afraid that i may be hurt if it does not goes well. I feared rejection, leading to hatred and grudges against my brothers. Forgive me O'Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How foolish was i to follow my own ways instead of yours. I should have look upon you for that friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to thank you Father Lord for the memories in TKSS. Its true that i had many bad memories, but those memories had strengthen me in many ways. I always remember me crying when my feeling was hurt by someone, but now, i am both mentally and spiritually prepared against all hurts. I do still cherish the good memories with some of my tkss trusted friends. The memories all of u had brought me, especially during the choir concert. And also that one special girl WanJing, my godsister. I'm sorry to have a non-believer as my Godsister because thats already a sin by yoking with non-believers. Do give me the courage to help her accept christ, and also assist her to become a christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i would like to thank you for bringing me back to christ 2 years ago after i had backslidded for like 2 years. Father Lord, do forgive me for the sins i have committed. Father Lord, i also would like to pray that i can be much closer to the youth as i am still distant from them. But i would also like to thank some of them for the concern for they have showed me for the past few days due to my fever. At the same time, thanks for healing me from my fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PRAY ALL THIS IN JESUS NAME...&lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-4045429574951431209?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/4045429574951431209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=4045429574951431209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/4045429574951431209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/4045429574951431209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2007/01/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank You Lord'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-1236872265819393397</id><published>2006-12-26T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:52:52.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Season</title><content type='html'>This few days i have been, i have been out celebrating Christmas day. We went to different pple's house to carol up till morning.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012504601817058674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/RY_-YMJRDXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/c92iF3YdrZg/s320/P1050761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012504610406993282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/RY_-YsJRDYI/AAAAAAAAABE/yd9gqW5riIc/s320/P1050765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today , we had Christmas Service in the morning. I managed to wake up and went to NTUC to buy 3 packets of 15 M&amp;M chocolate each. I gave all to diff pple. Then some pple gave me cards and some gave me chocolate too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i went home to rest. Left at 4 plus and made a trip to NTUC again. This time a bought 3 another type of chocolate and a wrapper. Then went Kembagen to meet Gordon. We took taxi to sue ying house, sue ying joined Gordon while i took another taxi with Amanda and Chimine. On the way, we were lost and our taxi fare cost 19 plus. But the driver was kind and charged only 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastor came today. I find that his message was really logical. He talked about being a weed and the wheat. God will send Angels to separate the good and the bad. The bad will be sent to Hell. I have always thought about it since young. What type of christian do i want to be. A christian who live by faith or sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met Rachel there, Meredith's cousin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had fun. I left at 10.30. Most people stayed on. Cheryl asked me to send her cousin home. Then thanks to Stanley we managed to get to the main road easily and didn't get lost. Another big thanks to him for being the last to reach home and furthermore, he has to make a big round to return home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD BLESS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam Kee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-1236872265819393397?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/1236872265819393397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=1236872265819393397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/1236872265819393397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/1236872265819393397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-season.html' title='Christmas Season'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/RY_-YMJRDXI/AAAAAAAAAA8/c92iF3YdrZg/s72-c/P1050761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-4960750424804647417</id><published>2006-12-21T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:27:57.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contacts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm starting to wear contacts le. And my father just passed his driving test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010999662456409442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/RYqlpMJRDWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ot7lC7tRuaM/s320/20122006002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010997364648906050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/RYqjjcJRDUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JRTYrZChtIs/s320/20122006003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Mom's Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010997364648906066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/RYqjjcJRDVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WgXo6QnSqgo/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FatS4I4qyIc/RYqi2MJRDTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_p9eAoG47dA/s1600-h/20122006003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-4960750424804647417?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/4960750424804647417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=4960750424804647417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/4960750424804647417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/4960750424804647417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/12/contacts.html' title='Contacts'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_FatS4I4qyIc/RYqlpMJRDWI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ot7lC7tRuaM/s72-c/20122006002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-400794980242805752</id><published>2006-12-18T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:40:08.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My posting</title><content type='html'>For those who are wondering which JC had i been posted, i have been posted to Catholic Junior College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite shocked when i received my posting. Its very far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my schoolmate are going to MJC. I will most probably alone in CJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be busy this week. I am going to have carolling with my church youth this coming Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came home from Plaza Singapura. Gordan asked me to go shop for some carolling stuff with Eugene and Wen Kai. Then later saw Cheryl, Chimine, Craig, Dom, Michelle and Stanley at PS. In the end, we did not get any thing except for Gordon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-400794980242805752?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/400794980242805752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=400794980242805752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/400794980242805752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/400794980242805752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-posting.html' title='My posting'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-3586639633101710559</id><published>2006-12-10T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:47:09.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a loser</title><content type='html'>I do feel like a loser. For my 16 years of extistance on earth, what have i accomplished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see, i learn piano, yet gave up. I am nobody in school, i am just a normal student with no respect from my peers. I am a nobody in church. Hardly no one knows me, perhaps only the youth. Despite in the youth, i hardly done anything for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where this feeling originae, but i totally hate it. I sometime want to be recognise by the people around me, however, it seems that i am scaring them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always tried to work hard to achieve greate heights in all things, but it seems that the world will stop you from trying to achieve what you want. Instead, the world awards those who are unjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i am just greedy, but i hope i am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really pray that God can bring changes to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus name i pray, Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-3586639633101710559?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/3586639633101710559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=3586639633101710559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/3586639633101710559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/3586639633101710559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-loser.html' title='I&apos;m a loser'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-4250791086714472149</id><published>2006-12-07T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:39:10.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>Seriously, i am lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a close friend, who can  really understands me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take it any longer. I do not want to live in deceit any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not always want to be alone, neglected by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please help me???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-4250791086714472149?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/4250791086714472149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=4250791086714472149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/4250791086714472149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/4250791086714472149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/12/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-5447801242285862841</id><published>2006-12-07T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T21:57:28.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived</title><content type='html'>Well, i am back from the youth camp. This year's theme verse was Matthew 7:13-14. Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it. It is a simple verse, yet a very hard verse to follow. In life, there are choices you have to decide. It either looks tempting or looks unbelievable bad. Those that looks good do not neccesary bring joy to life, instead those that do not look good may in fact be a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Tribe D(aka donkey) with Amos and Alice as our leader. The members are Amanda, Paul, Samuel and Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 was very much relaxing. We drew our own flag and created a new cheer(the cheer was composed by Amanda). Then in the afternoon, we had some games. The game was pretty much lame. Eating water melon and drinkng diet coke, running with our legs tied up and another lame game. Pastor Martin came to preach for our youth again. Well, he talked about the chapter of Daniel chapter 1. It was about eating daniel eating only vegetables and drinking plain water instead of the royal food. His message was simple. Daniel was simply following his own culture instead of others. Our generation is changing, so is our culture. We are very exposed to the world. Later when it was near midnight, we had a water gun fight. We had to shoot down the other teams' candle. After it, we had tribal council. Our Tribe lost to the Kampong and we got switch into Kampong as we had the second highest score and the weakest Kampong term was transfered to the tribe. Our team then change to kampong dua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our games was very dirty that day. We had to play with mud. MUD and i'm not kidding. We crawled through mud, swim in mud. Most of us threw out clothings in the end. Oh yeah, the mud totally stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the second last day of camp. We went for some heigh challenge. Our team almost score as high as the top team. If so, we could have some pizza...lol. I got a slight injury when i was climbing down from one of the station. A wood chip entered between my fingernail and my flesh.&lt;br /&gt;It did not hurt, but when kelvin(our paramedic) tried to take it out with a safety pin, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning, i was sabotaged. My face and my arm had camoflage cream. Then we went to do our last area cleaning and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye and God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-5447801242285862841?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/5447801242285862841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=5447801242285862841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/5447801242285862841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/5447801242285862841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-survived.html' title='I survived'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-116333286709827723</id><published>2006-11-12T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:01:07.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSP</title><content type='html'>I must get a psp after O level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-116333286709827723?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/116333286709827723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=116333286709827723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116333286709827723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116333286709827723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/11/psp.html' title='PSP'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-116323117135667749</id><published>2006-11-11T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:46:11.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>6 days to go, 5 subjects to study, 8 papers to do and i should be free, should be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-116323117135667749?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/116323117135667749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=116323117135667749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116323117135667749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116323117135667749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/11/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-116265420015199550</id><published>2006-11-04T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T23:30:00.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>Seriously, why is everyone self-proclaiming themself that he/she is a loner. I do not really get it. Some kind of craze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really weird, if they proclaim themself to be a loner, what am i seriously? Someone who do not deserve to even exist on this planet earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its rather an irony that i being a real loner, do not confess that i am really a loner, its more like a title which the public have given me. Those who are not a loner, yet thinks that they are a loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, everything is just so simpler. Every human is not lonely at all. Its a matter of wheather you want to accept the fact or just run away from it. Perhaps its because most of us are growing up and we are just blinded away from the truth. In a way we faces obsticles in our lifes. Its a challenge and an opportunity for us to grow in strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i realised afther so many years. Though we may feel lonely, feeling that there is no one who really cares about us, there is a candle we have never ever noticed. It has always been shining brightly, glowing like a bright star, even in our darkest days of our lifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That candle is actually the person all around you. From your friends to your parents and even ur pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those who are born who are orphans. They lack of parents. Don't u feel sad for them. They lack of parental love. Sometimes we just simply ignore the closest things around us and they are our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not feel lonely cause i do feel an intense love from both my parents and i thank God for it. I may not have many good friends as u who is reading my blog, but i appreciate my parents for the constant guidance, care, love etc that they have given birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the friends. I have trustworthy friends whom i can trust. They are not hypocrites, neither do they backstab. That i really appreciate. I rather have a few friends whom i can trust then have a group of hypocrites surrounding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess that i am not lonely, u too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT ALONE. I HAVE GOOD FRIENDS AND PARENTS WHO CARES FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thank God for that candle and this candle, though small, will always brightenes my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Kee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-116265420015199550?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/116265420015199550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=116265420015199550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116265420015199550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116265420015199550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/11/lonely-anyone.html' title='Lonely, Anyone?'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-116218849187376157</id><published>2006-10-30T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:08:11.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle</title><content type='html'>This is my second post in regards to candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candles have a lifespan and its duty is fulfilled when it is completely burnt away. Some candles are long and some are short. Some are fat and some are thin. They come in different shapes and sizes. Friends/parents/teachers/leaders/pastors...come in different form too. Some of them can last a life time yet, some last for only a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their limit when it comes to help/assist/guide...u. They can never be forever be by your side. Cherish it because once its gone, its gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there is a candle that never stops burning. That's my Almight God. Jesus carries you on his back so that ur feet will not be hurt by the devil. He protects 24/7. He do not slumber. One thing i wander say is that we must always cling to God everything, not just in times of trouble, but in times of joy. Jesus wants you to walk beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why my message links back to God again. Well, God will keep my candle burning.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the bible, i still theres a verse about a lamp and that God will keep adding oil for it to burn and thats the passion for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;Adam Kee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-116218849187376157?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/116218849187376157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=116218849187376157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116218849187376157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116218849187376157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/10/candle_30.html' title='Candle'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-116210462275047021</id><published>2006-10-29T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T14:50:22.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>candle</title><content type='html'>A candle is something that is very insignificant to many people's eyes. However, it has the ability to brighten up even someone's darkest days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i am trying to say is that there are many people around us whom we have taken for granted. They have always helped us in ways we never noticed, but we did not even thank them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good example are people like ur parents. They have always watched u grow up. They feed u, clean u, clothed u... Have we ever thanked them or did something to recognise their effort they have put in? We humans tend to be selfish and we prefer to sit back at our comfort zone, waiting for someone to help us. Now, get off ur comfort zone and do something for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other good example is ur friends. They stood up for u, laughed with u, played with u, and many other things. I guess i shouldn't elaborate on friends because i am sure that they are people whom u cherish in ur lifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are many people whom u should really cherish. They may be really insignificant to u, but still tried to help u in ways u can never image. They are really like the candles which brightened up ur day. Even ur enemies, rivals, oppositions. Its how u look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just trying to bring awarness to everyone that they are not alone. Me included. Though i may look lonely, i know there are still people who helped me in different ways and i really thank them for their effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, look around the people around u. Think of what they have done for u in ur life that brough happiness, comfort... Forget about ur grudges. No use in pondering about it. Thank them. Think of the past few years, remember those people who have helped u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be amazed by colourful and brightful ur life is. We are never alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Kee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-116210462275047021?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/116210462275047021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=116210462275047021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116210462275047021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116210462275047021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/10/candle.html' title='candle'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-116152147291113433</id><published>2006-10-22T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:51:12.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its my last lap</title><content type='html'>I have completed Sec 4 express, as stated in my report book. I can't really image how time really flies. Now, its going to be O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like a marathon, as described by Mrs Chee. Joggers have to frequently jog to maintain that stamina. For a six round of jog, joggers usually jog for the first 3 rounds and speed up during their last three. This, in a way, is similar to studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of catching up to do for my remaining 1 week of intensive self studying. I have to brush up both my E and A maths. I need to secure an A1. Well, i must revise Geo, currently my best sub for prelim but i believe i was just tyco...lol. Well, i just hope that i get a 3 for eng, not less, but more...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if i will miss tk. I am not even sure if i miss the people i have known in tk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to type, but i am not in a mood to type, neither am i in a mood to study. I think i will just rest well and all the best to those who are taking O level too. Hope that everyone score with flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-116152147291113433?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/116152147291113433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=116152147291113433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116152147291113433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116152147291113433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-my-last-lap.html' title='Its my last lap'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-116108275200874526</id><published>2006-10-17T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:59:12.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a misery</title><content type='html'>9 more days to O level practical. HELP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to seriously study for the whole week now. I have a lot of things to catch up, or do i not? NVM. Now is intensive revision. I have to pull up my socks. Target points is 9 points. HAHA. That means i have to have 1 point each for both maths, sciences and geo. I am looking forward to a 3 or 4 for english. This goal is achievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't blog much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-116108275200874526?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/116108275200874526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=116108275200874526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116108275200874526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116108275200874526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/10/lifes-misery.html' title='Life&apos;s a misery'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-116091563496110646</id><published>2006-10-15T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T20:33:54.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry</title><content type='html'>I really want to cry. I want to weep. I want to sink into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the toilet and suddenly, bad thoughts came knocking on my door. I still wonder if my parents really care about me.  They know that i really want to purse my dream of becoming a musician. To be precise, a composer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn piano. However, they didn't buy me a piano, neither did they allow me to continue to learn piano with my electrical piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said that she MAY consider. But i doubt so. Why? She is now learning driving with my father. The fees cost a bomb and u should know that its hard to learn in Singapore. So thats going to be expensive. Even so, its going to cost a lot buy a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if u were to compare, a car only last 10 years. How long can a piano last? Beside, learning a piano is far less cheaper than learning driving and u have to retake the exam for driving once ur linces expires. The skill that u pick up in learning the piano can last a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand what my parents are thinking. They prefer material possession than my future. I regretted enough. I don't want to make another wrong turn, that i quit music just because i failed prac and theory. I am not a loser, i shall persevere on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Lord, i pray that u can convince my parents to buy me a working piano and to pay for my fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Thank All This In Jesus Name.&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-116091563496110646?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/116091563496110646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=116091563496110646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116091563496110646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116091563496110646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/10/cry.html' title='Cry'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-116057672196319653</id><published>2006-10-11T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:25:21.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipod</title><content type='html'>I want to have an Ipod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-116057672196319653?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/116057672196319653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=116057672196319653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116057672196319653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/116057672196319653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/10/ipod.html' title='Ipod'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-115927875972193286</id><published>2006-09-26T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:52:39.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad NIght' 06</title><content type='html'>I have uploaded into yahoo photos. Blogger is really a really troublesome. If i am not wrong, they had a max upload per day. So, u have to look for ur own sever to upload the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/d_cube7/album?.dir=/396fscd"&gt;http://sg.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/d_cube7/album?.dir=/396fscd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give ur comments k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, and God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-115927875972193286?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/115927875972193286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=115927875972193286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115927875972193286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115927875972193286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/09/grad-night-06_26.html' title='Grad NIght&apos; 06'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-115848937642116397</id><published>2006-09-17T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T18:36:16.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pneumatology-lesson 1</title><content type='html'>I am just typeing out her reference note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. In the person of Jesus Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Holy Spirt, along with the Father sent Jesus into the world. isa 48:16-17&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus was conceived or begotten by the Holy Spirit. Luke 1:35, Matt 1:18, Matt 1:20&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Holy Spirit arranged the reception of Jesus in the temple by Simeon. Luke 1:15-30&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His Growth is Attributed to the Holy Spirit. Luke 2:40&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Spirit led Jesus into wilderness. Matt 4:1//Mark 1:12-13-synoptic gospel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. In Jesus Earthly Ministry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Holy Spirit anointed him for his ministry. Matt 3:16-17&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Bestowal of the Holy Spirit was for the purpose of equipping him for public ministry, his Preaching(Luke 4:18) and his Healing Ministry(Acts 10:38).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. In Jesus's Death and Resurrection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was enabled to offer the necessary sacrifice at the Calvary. Heb 9:14&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He was enabled to rise from the dead by the power of the Holy Spirit. Rom 8:11&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. In Jesus's Ministry to the Church Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christ gace command to the Apostle through the Holy Spirit to pread. Acts 1:12&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christ gave the Holy Spirit. Acts 2:33 and John 16:26&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. In Jesus' Relationship to the Believer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Believer is born again of the Holy Spirit. John 3:5-6 and Rom 8:9&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Holy Spirit bears witness to Our Sonship. Rom 8:16&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Holy Spirit Baptises the Believer into the body of Christ. 1Cor 12:12-23&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Holy Spirit seals The Believer. Eph 1:13-14 and Eph 4:30&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Holy Spirit sanctifies the Believer. 2 Thess 2:13&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Believer is Enabled to Mortify the Deeds of the Flesh. Rom 8:5-13 E.g. through the Spirit we are able to our "self" or "deeds of the flesh" to death.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Holy Spirit Transformed the Believer into the Image of Christ. 2 Cor 3:18&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Holy Spirit strengthens the Believer. Eph 3:16-19&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is the Comforter. John 14:16-18&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Holy Spirit Brings Forth fruit in the Christian Life. Gal 5:22&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Holy Spirit Baptises and infills The Believer Giving Power For Service. Luke 24:49 and Acts 1:8&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Holy Spirit Helpes the Believer to Pray. Rom 8:26-27&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Holy Spirit Gives power for Preaching the word of God. 1 Thess 1:5 and 1 Cor 2:4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Holy Spirit Gives the Believer Spiritual Gifts for Ministry. 1 Cor 12:4-11, Rom 12:6-8 and 1 Cor 12:7&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Holy Spirit will raise the Body of Believers in the last day. Rom 8:11&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The speech was a little dull. I just hope that she can shorten her presentation and be able to deliever her speech more confidently. If so, it should all be good and clear. It was rather hard and complicated to understand and i have to admit that. Perhaps i am not mature enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, i will stop here. bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God Bless&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-115848937642116397?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/115848937642116397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=115848937642116397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115848937642116397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115848937642116397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/09/pneumatology-lesson-1.html' title='Pneumatology-lesson 1'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-115755163111185011</id><published>2006-09-06T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:07:11.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pneumatology: Study of the Holy Spirit</title><content type='html'>Whoa, i actually signed up for this 7 week course on in-depth study of the holy spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topics are:&lt;br /&gt;- The work of the Holy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;- The Holy Spirit in life and power&lt;br /&gt;- The Spirit in Acts&lt;br /&gt;- The gifts of the Holy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;- The fruit of the Holy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i have to wake up early now. Its from 9-10am. Starting from 17sept.&lt;br /&gt;But, is there any harm learning extra things. Since i have signed up for it, must well just go for it and learn more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-115755163111185011?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/115755163111185011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=115755163111185011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115755163111185011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115755163111185011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/09/pneumatology-study-of-holy-spirit.html' title='Pneumatology: Study of the Holy Spirit'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-115729800832530939</id><published>2006-09-03T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:40:08.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's speaker---Ability</title><content type='html'>Just noting down some pointers about what the pastor said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ability is the &lt;strong&gt;Skills, Power &lt;/strong&gt;and ___  to accomplish things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is distributed &lt;strong&gt;according&lt;/strong&gt; to their ability&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i  have forgotten it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ability grows with &lt;strong&gt;USE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;forgotten it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ability grows with &lt;strong&gt;Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With greater ability comes with &lt;strong&gt;higher responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;His speech was mainly on ability. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye God Bless&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-115729800832530939?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/115729800832530939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=115729800832530939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115729800832530939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115729800832530939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/09/todays-speaker-ability.html' title='Today&apos;s speaker---Ability'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-115545353888383357</id><published>2006-08-13T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T15:18:58.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planetshakers</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging for 2-3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i went for the Planetshakers concert. Wasn't really interesting. The people there were all having fun while i was just looking here and there. The concert started around 7 plus. It was when the whole hall was full. It wasn't much space to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they sang 3 songs, then followed by a speech from a pastor and a finale song. Then it was an encore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended quite early, 9 plus. I expected it to be 10 or 11 plus. Didn't really quite enjoyed it. Nevermind. Lets look forward to next year's FOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom-Chem test&lt;br /&gt;Tue-Eng O lvl Oral test and Geo test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i got a pathetic B3 for chinese. It seriously sucks cause i am only in the 50 percentile according to my school's standard. It is really very bad. Just work hard for my next test then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-115545353888383357?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/115545353888383357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=115545353888383357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115545353888383357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115545353888383357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/08/planetshakers.html' title='Planetshakers'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12032980.post-115366176367126445</id><published>2006-07-23T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T21:36:03.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin</title><content type='html'>Why am i always sinning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna sin anymore Father Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i not living in the Light of my Good Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this verse today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T he Reason The Son Of God Appeared Was To Destroy The Devil's Work&lt;br /&gt;1 John 3:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i going against God. The Son of God is trying to once and for all do away the Devil, yet i am preventing it from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must never bow down to the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Brother Douglas Koh came to our Church to give a speech. He mentioned that many pple are in bondages. I am in one of the few types of bondages. I don't wanna say what is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna confess to God that i am really sorry. I will come in full repentance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of King David.&lt;br /&gt;Read 2Samuel 11-12-David and Bathsheba, Nathan Rebukes David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U will understand that The Lord displease sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i pray that the Good Lord will forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus name i pray&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-115366176367126445?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/115366176367126445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=115366176367126445&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115366176367126445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115366176367126445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/07/sin_23.html' title='Sin'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-115366175847437977</id><published>2006-07-23T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T21:35:58.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin</title><content type='html'>Why am i always sinning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna sin anymore Father Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i not living in the Light of my Good Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this verse today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T he Reason The Son Of God Appeared Was To Destroy The Devil's Work&lt;br /&gt;1 John 3:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i going against God. The Son of God is trying to once and for all do away the Devil, yet i am preventing it from happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must never bow down to the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Brother Douglas Koh came to our Church to give a speech. He mentioned that many pple are in bondages. I am in one of the few types of bondages. I don't wanna say what is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna confess to God that i am really sorry. I will come in full repentance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of King David.&lt;br /&gt;Read 2Samuel 11-12-David and Bathsheba, Nathan Rebukes David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U will understand that The Lord displease sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i pray that the Good Lord will forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus name i pray&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-115366175847437977?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/115366175847437977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=115366175847437977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115366175847437977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115366175847437977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/07/sin.html' title='Sin'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12032980.post-115330908262375490</id><published>2006-07-19T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T19:38:02.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive and forget</title><content type='html'>This is something i am still pondering on. To forgive and to forget. Why do we need to forgive and to forget. I really have no much of a clue either. The bible says that it is a form of love. Because we love them, thus we forgive them. Because God Loves Us, "he gave his one and only Son, that whosesoever believeth in him, shall not perish, but have enternal life" John 3:16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our sins is gone. God has remembered it no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, i would like to tell God that, i am forgiving those people who had sinned against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are many people who hates me, bullies me, discriminates me, its alright for me. As long your conscience is clear. I may be suffering, i "consider it pure joy,..., whenever you face trials of many kinds," James 1:2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To forgive, u must let go of all ur hatred. Without doing that, it will defeat the purpose of forgiving. Because, when u forgive, u will forget it, u will remember it no more. If u are still having hatred, u urself r sinning unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not what else should i continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-115330908262375490?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/115330908262375490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=115330908262375490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115330908262375490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115330908262375490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/07/forgive-and-forget.html' title='Forgive and forget'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12032980.post-115171735663645219</id><published>2006-07-01T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T09:29:16.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to share.</title><content type='html'>Something that i found in my Godfather's blog. He is a preacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Moment, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;If God brings you to it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will bring you through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy moments,&lt;br /&gt;praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult moments,&lt;br /&gt;seek God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet moments,&lt;br /&gt; worship God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painful moments,&lt;br /&gt;trust God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment,&lt;br /&gt;thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果上帝帶領你，祂必帶領你走過一切陰霾&lt;br /&gt;快樂時，讚美上帝；&lt;br /&gt;困苦時，尋求上帝；&lt;br /&gt;安靜時、敬拜上帝；&lt;br /&gt;悲哀時、信靠上帝；&lt;br /&gt;任何時候，感謝上帝。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-115171735663645219?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/115171735663645219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=115171735663645219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115171735663645219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115171735663645219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/07/something-to-share.html' title='Something to share.'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12032980.post-115165878352676210</id><published>2006-06-30T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:13:03.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DSA</title><content type='html'>Should i try for DSA? Well, everyone is so obssessed with that loh. Some of them even go overboard. Try VJC, then MJC. Well, for that choir post only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am much more practical. I am only opting for MJC only. I don't think i can handle the stress of VJC and furthermore, VJC is only opening up 8 seats for choir pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJC should be accepting more pple i guess, especially i am from TKSS. But thats also a disadvantage. Many TKSS pupils opting for that too. I dunno what to do seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, i will just end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless and Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-115165878352676210?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/115165878352676210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=115165878352676210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115165878352676210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115165878352676210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/06/dsa.html' title='DSA'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12032980.post-115112269644923021</id><published>2006-06-24T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T17:47:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir</title><content type='html'>Was back about 5 hour ago. I stayed up to 6 plus with some of the girls. Talked and talked and talked throughout the night. Well, i was still feeling so enegetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we received this cup from choir. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should honestly say that the party was rather in-organised. Everythin was somehow delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i just realised something just now. My Godfather is actually a preacher in Australia. I suddenly felt so lucky about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess i will stop writing for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye and GOD BLESS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-115112269644923021?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/115112269644923021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=115112269644923021&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115112269644923021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115112269644923021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/06/choir.html' title='Choir'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-115095809402337489</id><published>2006-06-22T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T12:08:26.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which are u</title><content type='html'>Just imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 1:&lt;br /&gt;U were walking down the street when a man approached u out of nowhere. He asked, "are u a christian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur immediate answer was a yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began asking his 2nd question,"so do u live by faith or do u live by that title only?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U suddenly were at a lost of words. U were taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U then only whispered..."by title."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 2:&lt;br /&gt;U were walking down the street when a man approached u out of nowhere. He asked, "are u a christian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur respone came slow and soft. "yeah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began asking his 2nd question, "so do u live by faith or do u live by that title only?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur respone was even slower and soft. "yeah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U were walking down the street when a man approached u out of nowhere. He asked, "are u a christian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur respone was and immediate and resounding. "YES"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began asking his 2nd question, "so do u live by faith or do u live by that title only?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur respone was even more immediate and resounding. "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked his 3rd question, "so what have u done in his Kingdom of Heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At many a times, we are really lying and drifting away from his presence. I am partially guilty of that. This are some of the question i have been asking myself many atimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, which scenario are u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 1, then u have to get onto the right track with God. Run this race with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 2, u have to pray for faith to be in u. U ought to be proud to be a christian, that u have answered to Jesus call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 3, u are actually on the right track with God. However, i have purposely left it blank for the 3rd question. Now, if u have done nothing, its time to do it rite? But ironically, i am not doing it. Thats why i am nagging at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i belongs to the 2nd scenario. The timid chrisitain for always doubt. I am writing this so i can remind myself of my faith. The faith for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, type ur comment in my tagboard. I do love to know ur views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus name i pray.&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-115095809402337489?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/115095809402337489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=115095809402337489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115095809402337489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115095809402337489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/06/which-are-u.html' title='Which are u'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-12032980.post-115078065783139795</id><published>2006-06-20T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T13:30:05.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intorvert or extrovert?</title><content type='html'>Well, i went to search wikipedia, and i found this new term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ambivert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, repeat after me. Am-bi-vert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it simplies means that u are partially introvert, as well as extrovert. Most of us are ambivert. We spend time in groups as well as alone. That is what we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i do believe that i am an introvert. I rather spend time alone. In school, church anyway. Even at home, i just spend my time alone. Only once in a blue moon would i hang out with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, its not really the nature of the person to be introvert. Its also affected by the people around them. No one just like to be with that person, perhaps? I myself am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, we do lie to ourself that we are introvert or extrovert just to make ourself sympathetic or to encourage ourself. Perhaps i am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think i stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye and God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-115078065783139795?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/115078065783139795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=115078065783139795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115078065783139795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115078065783139795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/06/intorvert-or-extrovert.html' title='Intorvert or extrovert?'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-115070031455750275</id><published>2006-06-19T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:58:34.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm, never give up</title><content type='html'>Hey, i am back blogging...haha. Well, i am just typing what i heard from the pastor last sun, not yesterday and somethings that i wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, God is a reasonable God. He do things with a purpose and a reason. Well, He wants us to be in his Kingdom for a purpose,to glorify his Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have u ever regretted becoming a reason. I believe some do, some don't. To those who don't, keep it up, God will continue to bless u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who do, i believe its mainly because of ur parent. I do understand. Although i am affected by my parents, i can understand how u feel. Well, u feel that ur parents are now neglecting u, puting a cold front? Well, many christian do. I had friends who have faced and who are facing it right now. What i wanna say is that God never forsaken u. In fact, he is beside u, encourging u. If ur parents hate u, God will be ur parents. However, don't forget to forgive ur parents. Also bring them into christ. If ur friends hate u, God will be ur friend. However, don't forget to forgive them. ALso bring them into christ and let them experience the Joy of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to pray. Pray continuously for something to happen. In the bible, it wrote, Pray and u will receive(can't remember which chapter and verse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one thing. All of us will face rejection. Don't fear for the mighty Lord is standing beside u. He will protect u just like how he protected Daniel from the Tiger( can't remember was it tiger or lion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lets all of us grow in faith together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus name i pray, Amen&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-115070031455750275?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/115070031455750275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=115070031455750275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115070031455750275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/115070031455750275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/06/erm-never-give-up.html' title='Erm, never give up'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114991894164879361</id><published>2006-06-10T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T13:55:41.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin</title><content type='html'>I did a terrible sin. I am somewhat very guilty. Well, i went to search for pictures that shows woman in peril. Although it do not have any sexual contents or nukes, but i was a sinful deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welll, in 5:27-30 it talked about adultery, that man should never look at man in a lustfully way, which i did. Those who committed adultery will be burnt in hell. I have to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i remembered a verse i found that morning. 1st cor 5:9-10Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor &lt;strong&gt;adulterers &lt;/strong&gt;nor male prostitutes nor homosexual offenders nor thieves nor swindlers will inheirt the kingdom of GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Lord, forgive me. And please stop all temptation. Also, please teach man not to seek pleasure but u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray all this in jesus name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114991894164879361?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114991894164879361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114991894164879361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114991894164879361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114991894164879361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/06/sin.html' title='Sin'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114934621416366204</id><published>2006-06-03T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:50:14.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Honestly, Man should never feel lonely. This is to discuss with my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the LORD God said, It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a help meet for him.(KJV) Gen 2:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of u should know that God took a rib out of Adam while he's sleeping and covered it with flesh. God then made the rib into a woman called Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, God concerns for all of us. That includes our personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message is that God never wants us to be alone. Thats why there will be someone whom God will place in ur life to keep u company. Not alone. Somethings i really want to be alone, but i dunno why, i can't. If it is so, i am just sinning against God. I am disobeying his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please, direct me. Be my teacher. Be my teacher so i can be a teacher to others. Althought u said those who teaches shall be judged more seriously than others, at least teach me the proper life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Lord, please, do away my sinful ways. Take it away from me. I wanna be a new and better Christian. A christian who is always faithful to u. I also want to thank the people around me, whom u have placed in my life. Bless them. Direct them into a fruitful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray all this in Jesus Name,&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114934621416366204?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114934621416366204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114934621416366204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114934621416366204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114934621416366204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/06/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114926107323947780</id><published>2006-06-02T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:11:13.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Hey, i am writing to all the passers by and all those who have known or seen me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, if u do not have any friends for just one day. What will happen to u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think about it. U will lose all form of ur usual communication. U will feel bore. U will feel that life is not living. All those are the pesimmistic thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look on the bright side. U are given freedom. Freedom from those "irritating" friends who pester u 24 hours non stop? Futhermore, its a time to engage on ur personal favourite activites. So, is it still called bore. Communication lost? No. The fundermental of humans life is to be independent. We are never supposed to rely on each other for survival. In fact, they are just part and parcel of life. So, we must learn to lead the basic of human life before we advance. Many of use have forgotten that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i do not need friends to live. I am not addicted to it. If u also love ur friends so much, learn to break that addiction once in a while. Afterall, shouldn't u be living a life of ur own, not others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just end here today.&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114926107323947780?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114926107323947780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114926107323947780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114926107323947780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114926107323947780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114891727079577788</id><published>2006-05-29T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:41:10.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimistic and Pessimistic</title><content type='html'>Well, i was talking to a friend after our 1st Mid Year Paper. Then she commented that it was going to be the beginning. To me, it sounded pessimistic. To her, it was optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some thoughts, i understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i feel that it was pessimistic as it signalifes to me that it was the "beginning" and there are going to be more torture of the exams coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her, well, can't be sure, could be because she feels that there is new hope in scoring better for the rest of the subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we can choose to be either optimistic or pessimistic. You cannot train to be either one, but to sub consciencously tell yourself to be what you want. To me, i guess i have to change to be a little optimistic...Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today chinese was a killer. The question was rather unexpected. Took me by surprise. Nevermind, shouldn't dwell on the past. At least i have given my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byez and Good Nightz.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114891727079577788?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114891727079577788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114891727079577788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114891727079577788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114891727079577788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/05/optimistic-and-pessimistic.html' title='Optimistic and Pessimistic'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114856869063478307</id><published>2006-05-25T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:51:30.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My decision is final</title><content type='html'>My decision is final, i am dropping music. I am currently doing some paperwork to terminate it, but actually most of it is done by Mdm Nora. Thx Mdm Nora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disappointed some teachers, at the same time, some teachers are happy for me. i think i have disappionted Miss sim. U can tell that she knows i can score, just that for some reasons, i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Mrs chee and Miss yap are rather happy that i quit. Now, they are more than willing to counch me. Thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, to come to think of it, there are many HOD and Head of subject thinking me. Mrs Koh, English teacher, Mr Kang, A maths Teacher, Mrs Chee, i think Head of Chemistry, Miss Yap, Sec 4 level head and HOD of IT and PW and Mrs Quek, i think Head of Physic. Well, then Mdm Kwok, though not of any position, a very well prepared teacher who is always really to deliever  E maths effectively. Must thank her as i could 80 for E maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must really appreciate their time and effort for teaching me. I should first thank both my science teacher. Mrs Quek was 1st approached me personally to give me remedial and Mrs Chee always squeezing out time to teacher me and some pple personally. Then Miss Yap as she always sacrifice her saterday revising Geo. Mdm kwok for not ever scolding me(this year only) for late homework or any missing worksheet. Mr Kang, i don't really know lah, but he always use any additional time he can find to revise old chapters and never ever giving us stress. Well, actually Mdm Fong is a good chinese teacher. In fact, although she is new, she is much more hardworking than other teachers. Print notes, do revision and always tries to disciple us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i am slighty motivated to study. I really want to get into a reputable JC. Perhaps MJC is enough. I don't want ruin my life ah. Help me O Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i must go and concentrate on my Chinese O lvl. Good Luck to old Sec 4 express and Sec 5 normal taking Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114856869063478307?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114856869063478307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114856869063478307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114856869063478307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114856869063478307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-decision-is-final.html' title='My decision is final'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114822085083383696</id><published>2006-05-21T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:14:10.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing to say</title><content type='html'>Chinese O lvl coming soon. 1 Week and counting. Need to get a2.Very hard. Dunno how to get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114822085083383696?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114822085083383696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114822085083383696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114822085083383696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114822085083383696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-nothing-to-say.html' title='I have nothing to say'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114814119710226017</id><published>2006-05-20T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:06:37.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sian</title><content type='html'>I dunno what to say about those 2 lah. They are in a conflict. Cold war perhaps. Although i am not directly affected, i am still no spared from their quarrels. I think i will side with... I won't complete that sentence, so go and guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I made a bad, bad impression on the BC youth girls today by saying something which i shouldn't. Wouldn't elaborate much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are taking driving lesson. Hope they pass lah. But if they pass, they will buy a car. That means our saving would drop. This also means that my pokect money is going to decrease my cost of living is going to drop. So sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114814119710226017?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114814119710226017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114814119710226017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114814119710226017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114814119710226017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/05/sian.html' title='sian'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114804945457568819</id><published>2006-05-19T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T22:37:34.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of thing to say</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of thing to say out. I did badly for my studies. And now i am studying my chinese very hard. Seriously hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently doing a lot of self reflection. I must know where have i gone wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i need to quit music. But would that ruin my future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very depressed right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lvl mother tougue on 29 may. That is 10 days more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless and good bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114804945457568819?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114804945457568819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114804945457568819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114804945457568819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114804945457568819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/05/lot-of-thing-to-say.html' title='A lot of thing to say'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114761948238919959</id><published>2006-05-14T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:11:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother day</title><content type='html'>Today was mother's Day. I bought mom a flower. Costed $10.  3 roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, promised her when i work, i would buy her a jewerlly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye, happy mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114761948238919959?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114761948238919959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114761948238919959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114761948238919959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114761948238919959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/05/mother-day.html' title='Mother day'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114744394451365561</id><published>2006-05-12T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:25:44.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You got a friend in me</title><content type='html'>Its a song from toys story. Its very humourous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, do i have a friend in me, i don't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i even want friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still wondering and pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a really question. Who can answer me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do God wants me to be alone? I really dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in fate, or destiny but in God's will. I wanna know his will for me, what i should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i shouldn't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, byezz. God will bless u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114744394451365561?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114744394451365561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114744394451365561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114744394451365561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114744394451365561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-got-friend-in-me.html' title='You got a friend in me'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114727200461276728</id><published>2006-05-10T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:40:04.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Say GoodBye-Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1A6bsurxJDg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Felt in love when i first heard it. I am learning how to play the piano version currently&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114727200461276728?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114727200461276728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114727200461276728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114727200461276728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114727200461276728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/05/time-to-say-goodbye-andrea-bocelli-and.html' title='Time To Say GoodBye-Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114717861588869251</id><published>2006-05-09T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:43:35.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more snacks, I guess for now</title><content type='html'>I realize I have been eating too much snacks and chocolate lately ever since my father came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time when I passes by the kitchen, only the wash room or have some cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114717861588869251?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114717861588869251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114717861588869251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114717861588869251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114717861588869251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-more-snacks-i-guess-for-now.html' title='No more snacks, I guess for now'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114700853126062743</id><published>2006-05-07T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T21:28:51.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name</title><content type='html'>Adapted from the tablet which u can buy from christian stores. Been with in for about 15 years plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam-God's Creation&lt;br /&gt;For We Are His Workmanship, Created In Christ Jesus For Good Works. (nkjv) Ephesians 2:10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114700853126062743?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114700853126062743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114700853126062743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114700853126062743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114700853126062743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-name.html' title='My name'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114692149718887308</id><published>2006-05-06T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T21:18:17.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Say GoodBye-Andrea Bocelli</title><content type='html'>This is a nice song, ask me if u want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the lyric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah:&lt;br /&gt;Quando sono sola&lt;br /&gt;sogno all'orizzonte&lt;br /&gt;e mancan le parole,&lt;br /&gt;si lo so che non c'è luce&lt;br /&gt;in una stanza quando manca il sole,&lt;br /&gt;se non ci sei tu con me, con me.&lt;br /&gt;Su le finestre&lt;br /&gt;mostra a tutti il mio cuore&lt;br /&gt;che hai accesso,&lt;br /&gt;chiudi dentro me&lt;br /&gt;la luce che&lt;br /&gt;hai incontrato per strada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to say goodbye. -- Con te partirò.&lt;br /&gt;Paesi che non ho mai&lt;br /&gt;veduto e vissuto con te,&lt;br /&gt;adesso sì li vivrò.&lt;br /&gt;Con te partirò&lt;br /&gt;su navi per mari&lt;br /&gt;che, io lo so,&lt;br /&gt;no, no, non esistono più,&lt;br /&gt;it's time to say goodbye. -- con te io li vivrò.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea:&lt;br /&gt;Quando sei lontana&lt;br /&gt;sogno all'orizzonte&lt;br /&gt;e mancan le parole,&lt;br /&gt;e io si lo so&lt;br /&gt;che sei con me, con me,&lt;br /&gt;tu mia luna tu sei qui con me,&lt;br /&gt;mio sole tu sei qui con me,&lt;br /&gt;con me, con me, con me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to say goodbye. -- Con te partirò.&lt;br /&gt;Paesi che non ho mai&lt;br /&gt;veduto e vissuto con te,&lt;br /&gt;adesso sì li vivrò.&lt;br /&gt;Con te partirò&lt;br /&gt;su navi per mari&lt;br /&gt;che, io lo so,&lt;br /&gt;no, no, non esistono più,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;con te io li rivivrò.&lt;br /&gt;Con te partirò&lt;br /&gt;su navi per mari&lt;br /&gt;che, io lo so,&lt;br /&gt;no, no, non esistono più,&lt;br /&gt;con te io li rivivrò.&lt;br /&gt;Con te partirò&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io con te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to say goodbye -- I'll go with you&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;When I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I dream of the horizon&lt;br /&gt;and words fail;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I know there is no light&lt;br /&gt;in a room where the sun is absent,&lt;br /&gt;if you are not here with me.&lt;br /&gt;At the windows&lt;br /&gt;show everyone my heart&lt;br /&gt;which you set alight;&lt;br /&gt;enclose within me&lt;br /&gt;the light you&lt;br /&gt;encountered on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to say goodbye. -- I'll go with you&lt;br /&gt;to countries I never&lt;br /&gt;saw and shared with you,&lt;br /&gt;now, yes, I shall experience them.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go with you&lt;br /&gt;on ships across seas&lt;br /&gt;which, I know,&lt;br /&gt;no, no, exist no longer;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to say goodbye. -- with you I shall experience them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea&lt;br /&gt;When you are far away&lt;br /&gt;I dream of the horizon&lt;br /&gt;and words fail,&lt;br /&gt;and, yes, I know&lt;br /&gt;that you are with me;&lt;br /&gt;you, my moon, are here with me,&lt;br /&gt;my sun, you are here with me&lt;br /&gt;with me, with me, with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to say goodbye. -- I'll go with you&lt;br /&gt;to countries I never&lt;br /&gt;saw and shared with you,&lt;br /&gt;now, yes, I shall experience them.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go with you&lt;br /&gt;on ships across seas&lt;br /&gt;which, I know,&lt;br /&gt;no, no, exist no longer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;with you I shall experience them again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go with you&lt;br /&gt;on ships across seas&lt;br /&gt;which, I know,&lt;br /&gt;no, no, exist no longer,&lt;br /&gt;with you I shall experience them again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired me to compose romantic era songs.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114692149718887308?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114692149718887308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114692149718887308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114692149718887308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114692149718887308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/05/time-to-say-goodbye-andrea-bocelli.html' title='Time To Say GoodBye-Andrea Bocelli'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114683738233262084</id><published>2006-05-05T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:56:22.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am like a bastard</title><content type='html'>Why do i call myself bastard, cause i realise i have so my things which other teenagers don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a laptop of my own. A fast internet connection. A expensive handphone. A private TV. 3 Game console-PS1,PS2, XBOX. Have my own privacy. A MP3 Player. In fact, i can ask for almost anything i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all this comes with a price of course. I become a friendless guy. Not because thinks i arrogant or what, just that i don't want to make friends with them. Thats the reason why my parents give me material pocession.  They knew that i am somewhat anti social. Thats because they brainwashed me with this sentence before. "In primary school, its meant for u to study, not make friends. U only make friends in sec school to do project."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is actually one of the prime reason i am anti-social. I am not trying to gain sympathy. Beside, this is my blog, i post my own comments, thoughts and angers here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which would u prefer, friendless but material pocession or abundant friends with no material pocession?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U decide for urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless and Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114683738233262084?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114683738233262084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114683738233262084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114683738233262084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114683738233262084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-like-bastard.html' title='I am like a bastard'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114674070799393306</id><published>2006-05-04T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:05:08.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-social</title><content type='html'>What is anti social actually? I'm a bit confused by the meaning of it? Does it means introvert? Does it means friendless? I am really confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i anti social then?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am. I am indeed one. Why am i one. Honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking of reasons all over again and again. But i can't think of one. Am i just lying to myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i not able to make friends. I am not like others, who are able to have a everlasting friendship with others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i loser then?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Turn me away from lies please God. I have heard enough slanders of my conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna turn deaf. All this deceit i can't take any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i lying to myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i too over protective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trapped in the abyss of my lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only there was a restart button, i would make my life wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Loves the world more than anything else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114674070799393306?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114674070799393306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114674070799393306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114674070799393306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114674070799393306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/05/anti-social.html' title='Anti-social'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114666534859079506</id><published>2006-05-03T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:09:08.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams...more like a disaster</title><content type='html'>Exams, most students nightmare. I really hated exams, not because its hard, its because of the pressure to be better than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do face such problem, where i try to complete with others for better grade, but always get lower than expected. Its really disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, listening comprehension, something rather contradicting came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this man who was lazy, wanted to look for anyone who could solve his problem. In the end he found a old man who was able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my 1st impression, i initially thought that the old man would tell the lazy man that he had done something marvellous. By stepping out to look for a solution, which proves that he is not lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it talked about how the old man illustrated some ideas using trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironic part is that, if he is lazy, he would not even bother to look for anyone to help him, would he? But honestly who really cares. Because it don't affect our listening comprehension much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another about 6 days of exams, not including sat and sun. Then, afterward, must do a lot of tys and intensive revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that is somehow worrying me is that i am somehow backslidding again. I have stop reading bible again and didn't attend church last week. I must not skip church, the most fundamental of my principle, or else its called backslidding. Forigve me Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will definitely blesses u and good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114666534859079506?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114666534859079506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114666534859079506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114666534859079506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114666534859079506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/05/examsmore-like-disaster.html' title='Exams...more like a disaster'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114648842567160049</id><published>2006-05-01T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:00:25.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regretted</title><content type='html'>I really regret the life in sec 3. Especially my geo. I should correct my sentence. I regretted it since sec 1. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never tried to give an extra effort for geo. Now, i have to struggle with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best chapter i think now is population and weather. I am score 20+/25. Next strategise to use coast and river perhaps. I now dunno what to do. I am still scare for tmr's geo test. I hope nothing unexpected would come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, i do envy some pple. How some pple who have the wits to score, yet has heart to study sort of pple. That person is shall not say. "he always thinks he knows everything, but the fact is, he knows nothing. I admit that he can score by listening in class. I can't. I cannot remember or recall what the teacher say in class. I have to study and memorise before i can take the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, thats how unfair life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get on with life, i am aiming for at least b3 for tmr's geo. Best, an a1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye and GOD bless u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114648842567160049?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114648842567160049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114648842567160049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114648842567160049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114648842567160049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/05/regretted.html' title='Regretted'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114632458274583343</id><published>2006-04-29T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:29:42.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, a submission?</title><content type='html'>My second post of the day. Do u think that love is a form of submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U have someone whom u loved, would u give her everything she asks for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not certain about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bout u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ur love loves another person, would u give in to her and let her go after that person he/she loves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many pple will be willing to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, is such a unexplainable thing. U can even love something such that u won't even mind's ur love's weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, u must know to what extent are u loving that person. I am really to most teens. We are about 12-16 only. Yet, i see so much couples in school uni outside dating and so intimate. Its really unbelievable. I guess its because that are from the neighbouring school, thats why that are a bit "SLOW". Can't think of consquences. How much love can ur boyfriend gives. He can only give u what his parents give. Teens nowadays are really deceived by love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all of u should be labelled as "JACK ASS". Believe me, u won't have a good ending to ur BGR. Its either u all end up breaking up or having the girl being pregnant. Its not going to be fun. Bear the consquences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, u do not know how to submit urself to ur girlfriend at such a young age. U will end up quarreling, breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u r old enough, u will understand what i mean by submission. U will suddenly understand what it means by being faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ending here, don't stead, teens. Listen to my advise, foolproof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD bless and take care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114632458274583343?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114632458274583343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114632458274583343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114632458274583343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114632458274583343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-submission_29.html' title='Love, a submission?'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114632455704249925</id><published>2006-04-29T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T23:29:17.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, a submission?</title><content type='html'>My second post of the day. Do u think that love is a form of submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U have someone whom u loved, would u give her everything she asks for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not certain about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bout u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ur love loves another person, would u give in to her and let her go after that person he/she loves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many pple will be willing to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, is such a unexplainable thing. U can even love something such that u won't even mind's ur love's weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, u must know to what extent are u loving that person. I am really to most teens. We are about 12-16 only. Yet, i see so much couples in school uni outside dating and so intimate. Its really unbelievable. I guess its because that are from the neighbouring school, thats why that are a bit "SLOW". Can't think of consquences. How much love can ur boyfriend gives. He can only give u what his parents give. Teens nowadays are really deceived by love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all of u should be labelled as "JACK ASS". Believe me, u won't have a good ending to ur BGR. Its either u all end up breaking up or having the girl being pregnant. Its not going to be fun. Bear the consquences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, u do not know how to submit urself to ur girlfriend at such a young age. U will end up quarreling,  breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u r old enough, u will understand what i mean by submission. U will suddenly understand what it means by being faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ending here, don't stead, teens. Listen to my advise, foolproof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD bless and take care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114632455704249925?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114632455704249925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114632455704249925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114632455704249925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114632455704249925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-submission.html' title='Love, a submission?'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114630105718259211</id><published>2006-04-29T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T16:57:37.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>Who am i actually? Do anyone knows that answer? I guess no one does. Perhaps God knows only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i here on this earth? Why am i called adam? Is this what everyone called fate. I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i so different from others. I am not as manly as other guys. neither am i as brave as them when it comes to defiance and pranks. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been pondering on such a question since sec 3, swhen i started to realise all the changes around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i changing, my hairstyle, my attire, my style of walking. Everything seems to change.  Or am i just over paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i trying to blend into my environment? Or am i just a hypocrite. I am really sad. I can't seems find anyone to describe my emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i hate friendship so much. Am i just too overprotective of myself, so that i won't be hurt. Thus i don't make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is all about why. No ends to it. Stop my suffering.  Are we born to suffer before we enter the paradise of God's kingdom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to be answered. I hope i can be wise enough to answer them, apparentl i am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in distress now. There are just too many thoughts i feel like asking now. Human may be borned with intelligence, but it came with a price. To live in a stressful and worrying environment, where we never find peace. Having oil war and politics war. Its just so unfair that pple never think before they do any thing. Power brings corruption, yet no one really try to cease it from operation. Why are we letting a blind eyes then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is such a sad place. I advised u next time, if u consider to have a vaccation, go somewhere esle where humans do not inhabitate. U won't find peaces here. U will realise how scary is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is that Jesus Father is praying for the world right now. He will bless all us in our own special ways. By then u would realise truth happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD bless u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114630105718259211?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114630105718259211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114630105718259211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114630105718259211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114630105718259211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/04/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114621614618504512</id><published>2006-04-28T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T17:22:26.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rashes</title><content type='html'>I am having rashes now. My chest and my back having red spots. what to do to heal it. Help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the case of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rash is a change in the skin which affects its appearance or texture. A rash may be localised to one part of the body, or affect all the skin. Rashes may cause the skin to change color, itch, become warm, bumpy, dry, cracked or blistered, swell and may be painful. The causes, and therefore treatments for, rashes vary widely. Diagnosis must take into account such things as the appearance of the rash, other symptoms, what the patient may have been exposed to, occupation, and occurrence in family members.&lt;br /&gt;The presence of a rash may aid diagnosis of the patient's condition. Not only the appearance and sensation of the rash but also the distribution (which parts of the body are affected and where it arose and spread to) and evolution of the rash may be important as certain patterns of rashes and their associated signs and symptoms are diagnostic of certain diseases. For example, the rash in measles is an erythematous, maculopapular rash that begins a few days after the fever starts; it classically starts at the head and spreads downwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the rashes when i am changing for my PE cloths in the toilet...haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114621614618504512?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114621614618504512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114621614618504512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114621614618504512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114621614618504512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/04/rashes.html' title='Rashes'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114605214320549868</id><published>2006-04-26T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:49:03.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So cruel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, there is this organisation that came to our school.  Its called Acres. This organisation is formed to protect the welfare of animals. The speaker starting his presentation by saying that Animals have feelings too. The problem is that they can't communicate with us thru their language, neithers ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, its really disturbing when they showed us this gruelsome video on how their extract their bile. It is proven to have medical purpose, but there is many other substitude for its bile. &lt;a href="http://www.acres.org.sg/campbear.htm"&gt;Click Here To Know More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, my class was scolded for underperform in Geo. She is warning us if we don't study well for mid year, she would switch herself with another teacher. A relief teacher perhaps. I am studying already, just that the CBD test i couldn't score well thats all. My Geo i should say got improve le. Aiming for at least B3-A1 for mid year. Must work hard. Cannot disappoint her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally understand why i don't like friendship and why i rather be alone. As all should know my weakness. I am very soft hearted, thus everyone likes to tease me and bully me. Is not that i am fragile. Its just that i don't think agression is the solution to it. I rather remain calm. I believe many pple don't know about this, so i telling u this. Thats why i am anti-social. Although i have not lost complete faith in friendship, but i do hope i will change. Either for good or evil i don;t know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I rather u get lost and let me be alone than to bully or tease me. Scram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bye, and God Bless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114605214320549868?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114605214320549868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114605214320549868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114605214320549868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114605214320549868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-cruel.html' title='So cruel'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114580341302164836</id><published>2006-04-23T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T22:43:33.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Just wanna congraz the band first. They got Gold With Honours. Good Luck for ur upcoming Grand Final in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, have u ever wondered if u should consider to develop a relationship with another opposite sex b4 when u r a teen. Its rather a normal feeling. However, have u ever thought about the consquences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many teen's excuse for making a relationship is that it gives them the experiences of how it is like to be in a relationship. This isn't called love anymore. U should now go back and now think deeply about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u get into a BGR, u must think of ur feeling and the opposite sex's feeling. Are they happy about it. Even if the opposite sex's agree to stead, do u think he/she loves u as must as u do? Did he/she did it just to make u happy. There is so much things which teens don't really understand sometimes. That includes me myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am typing this because i am still loving this girl since sec 1. Its been 3.5 yrs. I still can't really forget her. I didn't mention it to her cause i am scare. Secondly, i don't want to hurt her feelings. I don't really know if she is fragile or not. Beside, i know what is the result. Who would like to love a loser in class and in school. I also don't want to embarrasse her in front of her friends. Its her life. She will decide what she wants for herself. That i am happy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope after writing all this, i can forget about her. At the same time, bring the message to all teens that we should not have BGR at a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless and Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114580341302164836?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114580341302164836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114580341302164836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114580341302164836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114580341302164836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114553307446595696</id><published>2006-04-20T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:37:54.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom's birthday</title><content type='html'>Haix, today its my mom's birthday. Took some photos and ate a slice of mango cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is actually not bout my mom's birthay. Just wanna ask u something. We do not live to fight, however he fight in order to survive. Its really a contraditing sentence,isn't it. We do not live to fight means that we lead a peaceful life. However, we must fight in order to survive. This means that we have to complete with people in term of economy, intelligence and many more to be ahead of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which part do u believe. I believe in the 2nd part, where we fight to survive. In fact, we are fighting with many people now. This fight mean means literay fighting. It can also means fighting. For pupils like us, we are completing with pupils in our school...in fact the pupils all around the world for wisdom, next is job and fiance, family and many more. For adults, its much more tougher. They fight to keep their job secure so that he can have money to support for his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another case that you still don't see it now. That is war. In war, almost everyone will be fighting to survive. To fight is vital to their survival. You will be fighing for food and water. You maybe fighing with other soldiers to keep ur own survival and ur country's survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is rather inevitable. One day, the human population will exceed the earth's capacity, that's when we human self destruct. We will kill each other. Kill each other for what. Food. Water. Human's basis neccesarty. The world will then come to an end. Then, we won't be fighting to keep our survival, cause our time will be up.That will be the end of both urs and mine story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope u can think thru about this. U don't have to agree with me. Feel free to comment in my taggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless and bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114553307446595696?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114553307446595696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114553307446595696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114553307446595696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114553307446595696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-moms-birthday.html' title='My Mom&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114519901574756819</id><published>2006-04-16T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:50:15.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday and Easter Day</title><content type='html'>Well, as promised, i would talk about both the 2 events. Good Friday normally happens on the second fri, not sure if some on 1st fri. Then Easter Day is celebrating on the following Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Good Friday is to remember how Jesus, our Heavenly Father was cruxified on the Cross. Nails on his palm and and his legs. Its really painful. Plus they made him a crow made of thorns for him to wear. Speared him. Spit at him. Its really painful for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday is when the prohecty is fulfilled. Jesus was risen up from the death. He has overcomed death. The boubler that was blocking the tomb was moved away. His body was gone. All left was a neatly packed linen. Well, this proved that Jesus was risen up to heaven where God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Jesus will come up to bring the death up again. We will be risen up from the death to be with Jesus and God Lord Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would end this post with a truth story i guess. This is what our elder shared with us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this boy called jeremy. He had a twisted body and a slow brain. At the age of 12, he was still in grade 2. During class, he only drool on the table or make funny noises. The teacher was worried for the rest of the class. He went to look for his parents. The teacher told him to go to a special  school. However, it was too far away. So the teacher let him stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it was Good Friday. The teacher told them about the story of Jesus Christ. Jeremy was listening very attentively. He was the usual self when he was drooling or shouting. Then, the teacher gave each of them an empty egg. The teacher wanted them to fill something inside that represent new life. (pple gives egg during easter egg to represent new life. Just like how Jesus was risen up and given a new life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher knew that Jeremy would not know what the task was, so she decided to call his parents. However, the teacher forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next lesson, the teacher opened up everyone's egg.  When, she opened up jeremy's egg, It was empty, unlike the rest of the class. So, she put it aside and decided not to embarrass him by telling the class he brought nothing. However, jeremy interrupted. He said how come he did not mention his. But the teacher said it was empty. Jeremy said it was empty for a reason. Jesus tomb was emtpy, so was his egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Jeremy meant was that the grave Jesus was empty was because Jesus want us to know that he is gone. Gone into heaven to meet God. Risen up from the death. That was new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, the teacher cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later, the boy died. At his funeral, there was 19 empty eggs(19 because there were 19 pupils in the class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story may not be entirely truth. I just hope that this story can really motivate u to greater faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u have any comment, leave one in the chate box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and God Bless&lt;br /&gt;For God So Loved The World That He Send His One And Only Son That Whosoever, Believeth In Him Should Not Perish But Have Everlasting Life John 3:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114519901574756819?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114519901574756819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114519901574756819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114519901574756819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114519901574756819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-friday-and-easter-day.html' title='Good Friday and Easter Day'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114511548236410303</id><published>2006-04-15T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:38:02.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love language is probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Receiving Gifts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a secondary love language being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acts of Service&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Information&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthnetsouthampton.org.uk/breakout/lovelanguages.php" target="_blank"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr i will be writing on Good Friday and Easter Day so stay tuned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God Bless And Goodbye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114511548236410303?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114511548236410303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114511548236410303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114511548236410303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114511548236410303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-test.html' title='Some Test'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114493813656858178</id><published>2006-04-13T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T22:22:16.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's super interesting, yet to dull</title><content type='html'>Have u really pondered over our life, thinking how funny is it. Well, its very truth that our life is interesting yet very dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder why we always envy someone else. There is in fact no definite answer to this question. To my opinion, everyone faces problem, regardless u r rich or poor, illerate or literate, good lookings or ugly. Because of  all this problem, we start to envy others. The truth is, the person we envy do have experiences problem and hardship b4. We don't really know the pro and cons. Sadly to say, this result in disastrous effect like becoming bankrupt, committing crimes and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To solve it, we simply need to look for the root of our problem. From there, we must find solutions to deal with it. However, u can run away from it. But u need to bear the consquenes urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the fact is, i try to prevent it or to ignore it. Its really no different from running away from it. I am just a coward. I am physically decline, accademically decline, artistic deline, and many more. U name it. However, i don't try to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is about rapist. I always wonder what are they thinking about all the time. What makes them engage in such unhealthy activites. Honestly, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, i can think of only 2 types of senerio. The 1st is that the boy has been exposed to many unhealthy contents. After a while, the boy went to a stage when he can't control himself, this leads to them to raping. The 2nd is when the boy is very innocent. Never ever been exposed to such contents before. However, as the boy matures, he becomes very curious. And in the end, due to curiousity, he rape someone in the spur of moment. Thats why pple always say "curiousity kills the cat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sadly to say, i am the boy from the 2nd senerio. I may only. I must emphasise the word again "&lt;strong&gt;MAY&lt;/strong&gt;" only. I just wanna tell those pple around me to be careful. Don't get too close to me. I don't want to harm u. Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it won't disturb u and God blesses those who are faithful to him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114493813656858178?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114493813656858178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114493813656858178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114493813656858178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114493813656858178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/04/lifes-super-interesting-yet-to-dull.html' title='Life&apos;s super interesting, yet to dull'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114457428631613119</id><published>2006-04-09T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:18:07.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Winner</title><content type='html'>Today pastor talked about Soul Winner...i hoped i didn't spell it wrongly. He said that we must spread the good new to our friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing he said was that God loves everyone. He even cares and loves the sinner. However, he do expect the sinners to repent from their sins. Some stories they u can read up is "Woman in the well" And the time when Adam 1st sinned against God. There was a part about genesis which pastor brought up was meaningful. I forgot the verse and the chapter but this is how is goes. "Where are u adam". Well, at that point of time, adam had eaten the forbidden fruit and was hidding because he was naked. Well, what God wants to tell us is that he seeks for all sinners. Do not hide from God, instead repent now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, thats what pastor shared today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Joel returned back from his mission trip. He shared an incident with us. His friend went to a church with him. At the corner of the church was a statue of a girl about 9. They was curious of it as she was not of any relation with christianity. So they asked the pastor. The pastor told them they wanted spread the Good news thru out China, however he faces 2 problem. Money and Manypower. So he gave a speech to his people and then asked for any donation by the people. However, no one was willing to give. So the pastor decided to approach the richer one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While talking to a rich man, the pastor felt a tug on his shirt. That girl was pulling his sleeves. The pastor knew that she was from a family of farmer and expected nothing much from her. So the pastor asked her to go and play. Then the pastor turned back his attention to the rich man. As he was going to get some money from him, the girl pulled his sleeves again. The pastor was rather angry and turned to her. That girl passed him a bag of money. It was rather heavy. The pastor was very curious of how she got that sum of money. Then, the girl told the pastor that she sold herself to a man for that money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story ended there. Honestly i felt very sad for the girl. If i was the pastor, i will go look for that man and return him the money for the girl's freedom. This incident reminds me of "Jesus feeding the 5ooo people". The boy gave his lunch away. Just 2 small fish and 3 small bread and the whole congresion was fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we willing to give in everything we got for the Kingdom of Heaven. Are u even willing to be a living scarifice to God. I don't have an answer now though, but i know God will give me one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Bye and God Blessss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114457428631613119?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114457428631613119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114457428631613119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114457428631613119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114457428631613119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/04/soul-winner.html' title='Soul Winner'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114441632591275613</id><published>2006-04-07T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:25:25.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still what i am...adam</title><content type='html'>I am still what i am. I have not changed a single bit. Just that plain old adam. I believe that no one wants to even exchange their life for mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still anti-social. I have no courage to speck out what i want to say. Neither do i have the courage to fight for my own rights. I don't even dare confess out to the girl i like. The ironic thing is that this "so called to be a handsome man" managed to get to become close friend with her. I am such a loser actually. I just hope that i can let God take my life away immediately. However, there are still many things to be done for God. So can't die now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anything i never change is that i never initiate the "Hi" word. When people greet me with Hi, i always reply them with a very cold one. Then if someone wave to me, i either pretent not to know or just a slight one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still a teacher's pet or should you say hypocrite. I booteslick the teachers in school. Well, cause i think this is the best way around the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is something i will treasure forever. My memories. It be that second of love, fun, saddnes,happiness and many more. I will treasue the little moment u have spent with me. Thz all of u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will bless all of u and his glory will pour upon u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114441632591275613?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114441632591275613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114441632591275613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114441632591275613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114441632591275613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-still-what-i-amadam.html' title='I am still what i am...adam'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114425188638553827</id><published>2006-04-05T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T23:44:46.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thats how life goes</title><content type='html'>Well, one thing i understanded today is that, everyone is feeling lonely. Why? It is because of the environment changes that is taking place all over the world. We humans are so busy trying to explore until we forgot the fundamental. Thats our relationship with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself admit that too. I don't like to interact. I am so called a anti-social. Also know as a  introvert. I have no idea why. I never trust people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone feels lonely because we human are by nature sympathetic. We don't feel for others. Neither do we care for them. We are so engrossed in our own things that we forgot the people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who can we blame when we are lonely. Myself. Did u ever try to take ur time to interact with ur surrounding. Have you ever thought of how fortunate we are. We actually have many friends around us. Just that they act out in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mind if i feel lonely or not. Neither do i desire any friend. In fact, i don't desire. We are greedy, never contented of what we have. That is the sad thing to say. I just hope to tell everyone that we must always accept the way in is. If u want a change, then go something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye And God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114425188638553827?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114425188638553827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114425188638553827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114425188638553827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114425188638553827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/04/thats-how-life-goes.html' title='thats how life goes'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114387066459061887</id><published>2006-04-01T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T13:51:04.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral Test</title><content type='html'>Yesterday got oral test. Not very smooth. Well, i got stomachache. Such a sad case. Worst of all, i was the 2nd last. I waited more than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn, i went up to practise reading for 5 min 1st. It was a difficult passage. I couldn't pronouce some words. I only read it twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was my turn. I just read the passage to the examiner. Totally outrages. It was really bad. Then for conversation, she asked me about the Country's current issuses. I just talk about the PAP new members election. I think i will just pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye. God bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114387066459061887?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114387066459061887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114387066459061887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114387066459061887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114387066459061887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/04/oral-test.html' title='Oral Test'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114372542140967935</id><published>2006-03-30T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:30:21.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Hey, just wanna ask u all something. What do u think is the best form of music. Someone who can sing in pitch, or who can play the best song or the most sentimental song that has been composed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to me, i think that the best form of music is ur own music. Humans have intelligence. We can make music. If we play music with all our heart and soul, then we can play the best music. If we are to play it because of fame and fortunte, ur music is going to fade away. U won't be able to express ur music to its fullest potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell u something. I don't like nowadays musician for a reason. To them, this is just their short term career. They only purse this area of their dreams just for fame and money. Their work are no more original. This means that they do not understand what this song means to them. They only believe that the melody itself will bring out the emotion and feeling of the song. This is a wrong concept. u can only bring out the feeling of what u r playing or composed if u play not for fame or money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we can look back into our past of the different eras and composer.  To me, i really salute them. Some composer do not have any musical background at all. Instead, they can really succed in it as they do it all for themselves. Not for fame or money. In fact, they sometime do it for someone they love . It may be their lover or their country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, think back. How much do u understand about music. Do it for urself. Not that overnight fame and fortunte u will get. Music is something to be appreciated. Not something to be taken advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, God Bless. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114372542140967935?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114372542140967935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114372542140967935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114372542140967935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114372542140967935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/03/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114329890620710840</id><published>2006-03-25T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:01:46.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So sad</title><content type='html'>I am given a curfew. I can only use the com every weekend for an hour each. So sad. Cause yesterday, during parent's meeting day, my parents addressed myproblem with the teachers. It is all because of going online too often. No choice. Have to be a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say much le. Bye and God bless. God will for sure pour his blessing and glory onto u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114329890620710840?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114329890620710840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114329890620710840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114329890620710840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114329890620710840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-sad.html' title='So sad'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114302889143481184</id><published>2006-03-22T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:01:31.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a quick one</title><content type='html'>Today have 50th anniversary games. I was in Table Tennis. We lost, as i expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played double with sarah against 4h,berlin and weiqi. We won only that pathetic game. Well, cause a bit of strategy problem. Nevermind lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a research on generation curse. Well, generation curse is a topic not mentioned in the Bible. It started out because of inquinty, which means sin. Some people believe in generation curse while some don't. I believe only partly, but i was wondering, who placed that curse. Some said it was God. He did us because we have sinned. If we repent, he would lift it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other says it was the devil. However, the scriptures wrote that the devil can never place a curse on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the thing is, would God ever place a curse for generations. No right, because he only punish those who sin arrogantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that came to my mind was Adam from genesis. He sinned deeply. God punished him, and us. However, according to John 3:16 For God had such love for the world that he gave his only Son, so that whoever has faith in him may not come to destruction but have eternal life. This means that he have lifted that curse(punishment) off us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i recalled this topic because of someone's condition. Part of myself told me it was the devil part of me told me it was generation curse. But God spoke to me, It was him who placed this curse. God wants him/her to repent in the name Jesus. This is all i would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless and pour out all this blessing onto us, and we in turn would pour it onto others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114302889143481184?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114302889143481184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114302889143481184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114302889143481184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114302889143481184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-quick-one.html' title='just a quick one'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114293824789629784</id><published>2006-03-21T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T18:50:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a long day afterall</title><content type='html'>Today was partly happy and agonising. I will talk about my agonising part 1st. I got 14/25 for geo and 5/12 for history. I flunk my humanities. Don't wanna talk too much bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, had choices which is song writing. Then needed to present my presentation. Hoa kiat left me along to elaborate my points loh. That was not all. The whole presentation was done by me. Initiatly, i thought that it was going to turn out bad. To my surprise, he said it was a good job...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say le, just that tmr got 50th anniversary games and i don't wanna go. No choice.Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114293824789629784?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114293824789629784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114293824789629784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114293824789629784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114293824789629784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-long-day-afterall.html' title='Its a long day afterall'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114269596456119641</id><published>2006-03-18T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T23:32:44.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best day of my holidays</title><content type='html'>Today, i really had fun. I only have chinese and a summary to complete and thats all for my holiday homework. Well, today i had youth service as usual. The youth committee decided to plan something new and  fun. So, they decided to make the last sun of every month to be an activity day. Every activity day would be different. We are asked to bring friends along. No worries my friends. There will be no preaching of the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they decided to start out with next sat. We will have pot luck for a start. We will be told to bring some food over to adeline's house(not confirm yet) to eat. It will be exciting. Then, at the same time, i found out that eugene was going to the choir concert too. So we decided to go together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During service, jonathan had a game. We are splited up into groups of 6. I was with eugene, sue ying, jean and a girl. Then had great fun although i don't know many question. I guess i must read more bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then eugene and i rushed to have a quick dinner and went to VCH. We were punctual. The show was about 2 hours long plus intermission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocal consort was good. Then ying chong was like so arrogant loh. Then said that he blended easily with VC basses but need to blast with TK basses. Then i manage to get in contact with edith and was rather shock that she was in VC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i will write up till here. BYE and GOD bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114269596456119641?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114269596456119641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114269596456119641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114269596456119641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114269596456119641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/03/best-day-of-my-holidays.html' title='Best day of my holidays'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114260870530179427</id><published>2006-03-17T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:18:25.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work hard and slack hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4120/1000/1600/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh no, homework is not completed. I am really gonna get it from all my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i made a college. i think its very bad. the previous one i made for the kuantan pple was better. But i don't feel like posting up...wahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say, just wanna say that i want a new bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK bye and GOD bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114260870530179427?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114260870530179427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114260870530179427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114260870530179427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114260870530179427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/03/work-hard-and-slack-hard.html' title='work hard and slack hard'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114251876867128625</id><published>2006-03-16T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:19:28.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, i quit maple</title><content type='html'>I quit maple le. Cause i kena hack won't elaborate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i saw hui qi so poor thing. Could not summon enough strength to pay attention for physic. God , do heal her. Cast out the demon that cause rise to this illness. U said we are given the auorthity to cast out demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got very bad for chem. Mrs chee super angry. I think lowest in class. Won't elaborate much. Honestly, i didn't really study well this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i don't know why, but i think i am changing. i don't want to talk into it deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bye and God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114251876867128625?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114251876867128625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114251876867128625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114251876867128625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114251876867128625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-i-quit-maple.html' title='Finally, i quit maple'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114234142043803260</id><published>2006-03-14T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:03:40.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflect on ur self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114234142043803260?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114234142043803260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114234142043803260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114234142043803260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114234142043803260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/03/reflect-on-ur-self_14.html' title='Reflect on ur self'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114234111145597586</id><published>2006-03-14T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:13:13.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflect on ur self</title><content type='html'>Nothing to say today. I am just as usual, the lonely guy. I just wanna say this. Pls respect, love and care for me pls. I realise that i have done that to u all the time. However, i don't get that from u. Instead, all u do is to take advantage of me. I am just scare that the devil will take over me and i may get u all injured. I was thinking about this today. Its about a bully and the weak boy being bullied by the bully. To the weak boy, it is a severe scar in his memories. He must face it for the rest of his life. On the other hand, it is just a marker mark in his memories. It don't impact them at all. To them, they feel that they have done the right thing. Its really a unfair. Different people must face different form of treatment. The weak boy has nothing to look upon on except for his miseries while the bully can laugh on the boy's misery. I wanna tell all people to reflect on urself. U are the cause of everything. People committing suicide and many other social problems. All i can say is to reflect on urself and ask for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114234111145597586?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114234111145597586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114234111145597586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114234111145597586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114234111145597586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/03/reflect-on-ur-self.html' title='Reflect on ur self'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12032980.post-114157029616994700</id><published>2006-03-05T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:51:36.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Spoke to me</title><content type='html'>This past 2 days, God have been talking to me deeply. I dunno why and how, i just got this words on Sat. He said,"ur youth will start from small again. Now, use this as an advantage to learn. It may be small, yet easy to grow and learn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this words, i was really moved. He reminded me that i must not leave the youth. I must pull through with them. The reward is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he told me something different. He told me that i must have my mind of my own. Well, worship him with all my heart and soul. Don't life up ur hands because of others or the song. Then i remembered on fri, i was having choir. WanJing wants me to go home earlier. However i don't dare to go into the music room to take my bag. ChengYing said i must have my mind of my own. Well, i guess i got conformation(think i spelt wrongly). Guess that God wants to change and have a mind of my own. Cannot always let pple decide for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, goodnight and GOD bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12032980-114157029616994700?l=unbelievablefun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/feeds/114157029616994700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12032980&amp;postID=114157029616994700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114157029616994700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12032980/posts/default/114157029616994700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unbelievablefun.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-spoke-to-me.html' title='God Spoke to me'/><author><name>@d@m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06062008881223932869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
