<?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-6254324</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:15:17.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>793</title><subtitle type='html'>:)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>403</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-116458701726473564</id><published>2006-11-27T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T08:23:37.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Matthew 24: 37 “But as the days of Noah were, so also will the coming of the Son of Man be.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this verse, when Jesus was talking about the days of His second coming, he mentioned that the last days would be like the days of Noah. But what were the days of Noah like? Genesis 6 describes those days for us. It was a time when wickedness abounded on the earth. Things were so bad that God was sorry He had made man on the earth and He was grieved in His heart (Gen. 6: 6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wickedness abounds on earth today too. Everywhere we look we see some form of sin displayed – homosexual activity, murder, adultery, stealing, all sorts of vices and addictions. In the days of Noah, God sent a major flood to wipe out all of mankind except Noah and his family. This was God’s judgment upon man. When Jesus returns to earth, there will also be a time of judgment upon all man. Are we prepared to stand before Him and be judged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah and his family were prepared. They built an ark according to God’s instructions and were preserved from the flood. We can also be prepared for the coming judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 5:15-18 tells us to “walk circumspectly, not as fools but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be unwise, but understand what the will of the Lord is. And do not be drunk with wine, in which is dissipation; but be filled with the Spirit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 areas we can be prepared in before the Lord returns – in our character and in our spiritual life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our character (vs 15-16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to be among those who are wise and walk in the ways of the Lord, not among the wicked (fools). (Read also the Parable of the Wheat and Tares in Matthew 13:24-30, 37-43.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our spiritual life (vs 18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need also to be walking in the spirit. When the Lord returns, we want to be filled with the Spirit, ready to meet Him, and not be caught by surprise, still fulfilling our fleshly desires. (Read also the Parable of the Ten Virgins in Matthew 25:1-13.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, having heard the warnings that Jesus gave regarding the last days, let us be prepared to meet Him when He returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fresh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-116458701726473564?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/116458701726473564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/116458701726473564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116458701726473564' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-116343000618367009</id><published>2006-11-13T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:00:06.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>white-washed saved sleeping in the lightwhile sinners in darkness sink into hell&lt;br /&gt;have i forgotten what hell is like..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-116343000618367009?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/116343000618367009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/116343000618367009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116343000618367009' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-116325539337187852</id><published>2006-11-11T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:29:53.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oldheart- is old. its been ten months since i last updated it. time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana- i ve been saying that for years. two more mcq papers left. rainy day today. daph ho's leaving for cambodia on tue:(. played The Bus Game before cell, essentially musical chairs with a door :D. combined with another cell so we had ice breakers. kfc for dinner and then ya kun. laughed at daphne and meida. oh wellS. pp before tuition on thurs for dinner. almost played catching in cold storage but it was too sudden so no one ran. hahahahahaha. oh wellS. God's grace has been following thru the Os. tough time but sometimes its in the tough we go higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the secret&lt;br /&gt;in the quiet&lt;br /&gt;place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-116325539337187852?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/116325539337187852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/116325539337187852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116325539337187852' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-116325434226600698</id><published>2006-11-11T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:12:22.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-116325434226600698?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/116325434226600698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/116325434226600698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116325434226600698' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-113715336694670753</id><published>2006-01-13T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:56:06.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's something super serious, there are different spirits behind different music. listen hard, some music can make you do things that are evil because of the spirits behind them. and it can make you experience demonic visitations. like how some people get pressed. or how you say and do things in your own world, and you don't know you're in a trance. it's demonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-113715336694670753?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/113715336694670753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/113715336694670753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113715336694670753' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-113605497914734959</id><published>2006-01-01T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T02:49:39.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy new year! sudden nd to blog. i ve always kicked out blogging on new years eve if twas inconvenient.i think. i cant remember! anyway same old same old. not really. had pizza hut dinner with mom and sisters.first sms was vanessa(:)) she said happy new year in caps. after reading it i realised how much i missed 2005 alr. how baby boom came about?  was speechless. went to sabby's hosue when they played the last round of polar bear. then her family had to leave for family dinner and we went to tm. left w mayyin and dawn and took bus frm dawns house. met gen-ers in the bus "im not in juliana's cell" "whos cell are you in?" "sabby's." "im in donovan's" "i went to sabby's house just now" "i went there too" "i greeted sabby as auntie" "haha" "what time did you go?" "2pm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edward scissorhands saved the boy frm being knocked down by the van.that was my 12 o clock ! hi jacqueline happy new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id better slp if i wanna wake up earlier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-113605497914734959?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/113605497914734959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/113605497914734959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113605497914734959' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-113601479321714860</id><published>2005-12-31T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:44:45.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally,the song that stops things surrounding you from movin'.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like tonight, the sky is heavy&lt;br /&gt;Feels like the winds are gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Beneath my feet, the earth is ready&lt;br /&gt;I know its time for heaven's rain, it's gonna rain&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna rain, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's living water we desire&lt;br /&gt;To flood out hearts with holy fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain down all around the world we're singing&lt;br /&gt;Rain down can you hear the earth is singing&lt;br /&gt;Rain down my heart is dry but still I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;Rain down rain it down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the start, my heart is heavy&lt;br /&gt;Feels like it's time, to dream again&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice, and yes I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;To dance upon this barren land&lt;br /&gt;Hope in my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not shut, Do not shut, Do not shut the heavens&lt;br /&gt;But open up, open up, open up our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me strength to cross the water&lt;br /&gt;Keep my heart upon your altar&lt;br /&gt;Give me strength to cross this water&lt;br /&gt;Keep my feet dont let me falter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-from Letterhead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-113601479321714860?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/113601479321714860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/113601479321714860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113601479321714860' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-113592771229573532</id><published>2005-12-30T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T15:28:53.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if all the hills were flat there'd be no flags on mt everest no survivors from storms no deep cries birthed within&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-113592771229573532?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/113592771229573532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/113592771229573532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113592771229573532' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112911811183005497</id><published>2005-10-12T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T19:55:11.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like the layout spreaddddd over a large area. its so nice! so im gonna leave it for awhile.maybe until my shirt fades to its colour again. the oral made me appear so so so super uneducated! and the worst part was that i was back in the same position as last year's eoy english oral i got the same teacher with the same smile. but its also the best part because the teacher's miss c. everyone talked about whoa whoa whoa big temasek competition big floorball competition i talked about a sandwich competition and it wasnt supposed to make me seem funny it was meant to be a sincere topic. haha and theres no sch tmr! today claire sarita cheryl audre and xinni came over. we watched a lot like love and hillsong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112911811183005497?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112911811183005497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112911811183005497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112911811183005497' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112867719468415954</id><published>2005-10-07T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T17:26:34.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was in generatns web, and then i surfed and surfed and found pictures of : there was shivika! and there was nanxin during january05 in a green striped shirt. oh xiaoli also (inspirer) hahah okay not inspired but helped me get back on the path. and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway find me livejournal.com/users/uponyou/ if you feel like. bye blogger for now! and maybe then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112867719468415954?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112867719468415954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112867719468415954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112867719468415954' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112583865965866554</id><published>2005-09-04T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T20:57:39.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh song song song i dont know where your haloscan went but er come online! i need to talk to you and i have many many embarrasing pictures of you and a 9 second video of you as well! I would upload it to the Internet but it takes forever so tahan a while ah. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112583865965866554?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112583865965866554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112583865965866554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112583865965866554' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112557510840589475</id><published>2005-09-01T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T19:45:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey:) im listening to Beautiful One.and dawns keyboard is small. My leg is quite smelly. Wonderful so wonderful is \your unfailing love! 2Cor 6:3 onwards.whoa! eh see i keep makingmistakes cus dawns keyboard is small. all excited for God generally!so excitingggggggg:) Anyway, dawn rocks a lot. HOW CAN.to the ends of the earth!open the candies cupboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're listening to Beautiful \one again! andit was deleted from the lj so itshere. the timeduringthat was 620pm. andthe mistakesare alot GAIN. that was supp to be again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112557510840589475?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112557510840589475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112557510840589475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112557510840589475' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112521817382134580</id><published>2005-08-28T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T16:36:13.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bought Left Behind on impulse but not by accident. im reading it through and im thinking if you would like to be left behind. left behind as in when that cataclysmic moment comes and loved ones disappear from the face of this earth and everyone's thrown into The state of chaos and as in when you reach that moment and start doing nothing but ask if God is real was real has always been real, and that the moment was the moment where God takes away people and leave behind people on this earth. it's stated in His Word that this will happen. if this religion was not real we'd be nothing more than mad people running around timing ourselves seeing who can get more people to God than who or who. we're either crazy and useless people to this earth, or we really know that there is a God. we know we've experienced Him i can tell you that more often than not i dont know what im talking about. the world will reach a time where good works dont matter and idols dont save you. The Way, the truth and the Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112521817382134580?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112521817382134580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112521817382134580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112521817382134580' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112487664165042889</id><published>2005-08-24T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T17:47:49.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long before your time,i had this blogskin. trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight. hi to you and hi to the daily visiters esp crickets. i dont know why i like to address crickets sorry! OH NO theres chem test tmr and grandma's coming soon so cant study or do my graph should start now .anyway thought sunday was quite fun and so were the days of this week no mtr how horrible they started off. the meeting has to be so underground that its on the top. i love kc man Revival Revival! sunday we went for service:) then cell lunch then Bible study at kfc,then to study at tes house. haha. sat was cleaning.and it was funny when we found out the vacuum cleaner couldnt be dragged on the floor it had no rollars only backpack stripes. so funny looked like &lt;i&gt;we could fly to the moon!&lt;/i&gt; but only after strapping up the safety strap. the collecting dust part was similar to the candy floss machines could have opened it up to try if it was candy floss. auditorium was an ant cleaner after we finished. before that was at hq swing reunion,but maybe more of to decide on pics for mag. was a good time :). ok bye! dont let the devil trick you into bondages&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112487664165042889?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112487664165042889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112487664165042889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112487664165042889' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112427719669858175</id><published>2005-08-17T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:13:16.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! uk trip was fun but fern had everyone calling me lucyyyyyyyyyyyyy. what audicity! im kidding. slept before the math paper i dont know what kind of headache i got.I'M supp to study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112427719669858175?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112427719669858175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112427719669858175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112427719669858175' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112245254471537027</id><published>2005-07-27T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T16:22:24.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wang wang pao pao cha zhen te hui shen qi. shen qi shen qi shen qi shen qi! its the second last day of homeland singapore and same goes for home home. when i come back everything will already be at the new house like a gust of wind came and moved everything from this house that ive stayed since a small developing thing to the new house. my first time moving! but as bob michegolltar quotes theres always a first to everything. no la im kidding theres no such person as bob michegolltar i dont know where that quote came from. i can't count how many firsts this trip can contain. its qt scary but! through all the firsts there's a constant. Jesus! constant refuge for life:) i think 3/4 is so cute. they did a card which overwhelmed me la. after 2 weeks they'll see me and ask Eh why're you back so soon! i think 2 weeks can be qt fast.im hungry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112245254471537027?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112245254471537027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112245254471537027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112245254471537027' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112212386278922015</id><published>2005-07-23T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T21:04:22.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when all reason fails to comply&lt;br /&gt;with how great a love You've shown,Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres joy present to cancel the complains i may have because of what im missing in sg while im in uk. pride is dealt harder than good. with His awesome plans who can comprehend anything? wow.&lt;br /&gt;had the snr's farewell today. wasnt anything much but i want to thank the snrs. all of you gave me really good and good times. my vocab's limited but im stepped blown away by how much happiness you all bring to boring guide events. for all parts surely &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; of you. when people get unenthu you all have the ability to hype everyone up yet alwys get their respect for anything. when the coy screams together we get the unity feeling. and the im a guide love love thing. i reallyyyyyyyyyyyy dont want to see how fast time flew. whoa i have so much things to say to all of you a lifetime wont be enough to recall and i wanna take time to think but now that im sec3 i find that life's equals to asthma. its hard to breathe. no lah im saying this cus ive been preparing what to write for your graduations,since sec1. should have written all down now all i hear is dead typing. still can i sum it in a corny simple way,i love you fiona kailin anita siti marianne clarice pongjoo jeanette jeenath tara diksha deborah yingsan. as we walk as we walk as we walk all night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112212386278922015?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112212386278922015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112212386278922015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112212386278922015' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112194971610711919</id><published>2005-07-21T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:42:50.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helpppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp&lt;br /&gt;pppppppppppppppppppppppp&lt;br /&gt;ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp. everything goes by like some arrow. the culture will imply everything on hardened hearts i really dont like six day week. my weekends are renamed to sunday morn. kwuehshuhkornia. that meant break the time draw the line in the new language everyone's trying to keep up with. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;SO I LOOK TO YOU! for happiness :D ,and settleness.&lt;br /&gt;good bmw 05&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112194971610711919?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112194971610711919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112194971610711919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112194971610711919' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112186500486278619</id><published>2005-07-20T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:10:04.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bells rang so happily all beyond our imagination. one big day! was good and i am laggy in providing information how! anw things have never stopped moving cus of the world and the sun. my life wants to be dulled outside coloured inside daily. i had a bad mushroom haircut but its good. i dropped my hp into the toilet bowl, we've been trying to practice for cl singing competition, haha yes teri the tree story was hilarious, bmw's on now, sa jan meida i had pizza hut and air for dinner yesterday, im tired, and you know because i kept laughing at md's one on each cheek pimples which made her look anime i got one myself on one cheek on the same spot and the next day i didnt laugh at her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Your mercies are new every morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112186500486278619?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112186500486278619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112186500486278619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112186500486278619' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112117439708010452</id><published>2005-07-12T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:19:57.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for that outburst of pride in the last entry. when you see me step on my pride .this week and the week before this was horrid the happy happy kinda thg was extinguished my own fault. &lt;br /&gt;but Jesus whoa:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112117439708010452?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112117439708010452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112117439708010452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112117439708010452' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112099152807290319</id><published>2005-07-10T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T18:32:08.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes! it was a joy to open up the bulletin and see "we did it! we now own 12-07, which was once known as turn me on pub". wowwwwwww Lord! the pub is downstairs on the second level and its wasnt an overtaking thing by force but the pastors once spoke to the owner about God and he wept.his life was impacted. or was it the dreams pub? but anw even the massage parlour is ready to let cornerstone take over the unit:) shout to the Lord was playing from one of these pubs last time.&lt;br /&gt;how great how awesome is He!, and how happy to know that when you tune in, He speaks to you so often and allllllll things work together for good for those who love Him. what i read yesterday, the deliverance prayer and the msg shared today. all evil spirits are gone by His command!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112099152807290319?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112099152807290319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112099152807290319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112099152807290319' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112092008113132468</id><published>2005-07-09T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T22:41:22.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today! was ok-and it was a blessing. was fun doing exercise at ferry pt cus we did jumping jacks shouting our names and star jumps shouting interesting things la! one word belonged to one star jump so we did quite alot haha. gmss couldnt make it had sch function. the healthy lifestyle badgework people led us for exercise! was also fun in ubin dau! we hiked from 10 to 5 cus we rested at places. people did funny things like climbing the trees and climbing floats. the whole coy took a picture at noordin beach and guess how we posed ahaha 1 2 3 5 style! teachers even lah!:D haha glad allllll kcgg can take jokes. didnt go through the planned route throughout. guiders surprised us brought us thru a route. but it wasnt the surprise place we were supp to be hiking at. qt narrow w branches and trees in our way and army ants who were left behind from the already marched away army haha! lefty warned us about a swarm 5 mins ahead but there werent any cus they marched away already. we reached a small area of red stones where they suspected once had a house. we wrote on the ground with a staff-KCGG. then someone drew a star or heart somewhere and someone wrote rox somewhere too. i think there were people who didnt enjoy the hike though. sang :). pulau ubin got dinosaur leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to :sarah partner adnan. your memory rocks and i love you alot alot too! haha i rmb sec3 camp.and do you know that the right words wouldnt have been right if i hadnt prayed before saying anything because you knowwww im not good at talking so it was all God talking to you not me.&lt;3i feel unqualified to say anything &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;to : dawn ,i saw the pink and yellow things again yesterday! and haha thanks for staying back for the past many days to finish my overdue hmwk(also to the others who stayed back too.amused me greatly you all! haha!) and then walkg thru the longkang connector and to alot of places. and pasting the things w me and skipping recess to accmpy me:)&lt;br /&gt;to: sarita&lt;br /&gt;about today only! cus if i write about the since the day i met you till now type of thing i'll need 3 hours for everythg haha. todaaaaay i believe it was a good point in your life. better than good !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're looking to the promise that if we come and humble ourselves&lt;br /&gt;You would come, heal our land&lt;br /&gt;You would come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112092008113132468?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112092008113132468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112092008113132468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112092008113132468' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112044914680476319</id><published>2005-07-04T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T11:52:26.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello! in advance hpy birthday steph and happy birthday meida haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               .&lt;br /&gt;               .&lt;br /&gt;               .&lt;br /&gt;               .&lt;br /&gt;               .&lt;br /&gt;               .&lt;br /&gt;               .&lt;br /&gt;               .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All powerful, untameable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a series of underlined blanks. its underpowering compared to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Victory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112044914680476319?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112044914680476319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112044914680476319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112044914680476319' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112037290955864305</id><published>2005-07-03T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:41:49.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sweet annointing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112037290955864305?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112037290955864305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112037290955864305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112037290955864305' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112020438007384007</id><published>2005-07-01T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T15:53:11.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>come here rain! thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112020438007384007?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112020438007384007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112020438007384007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112020438007384007' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-112019937199459203</id><published>2005-07-01T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T14:29:32.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>across this across that im blurred by the world :/&lt;br /&gt;the television man repairs the smoke train&lt;br /&gt;pow wow goes superwoman&lt;br /&gt;emddddddd, and life.&lt;br /&gt;with every breath to worship You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-112019937199459203?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112019937199459203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/112019937199459203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112019937199459203' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111995465176495484</id><published>2005-06-28T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T18:30:51.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi ! as far as i can be on a magical carpet i dont want to look down and be below a bridge. all i can think of is how faithful God has been. blessings amount higher than the swings. ive read the verses and i agr the heart is deceitful above all.my tongue is also smth that'll praise Him one min and curse with vulgarities the other moment. i cannot comprehend His grace mercy Love how merciful He is on such a sinner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111995465176495484?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111995465176495484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111995465176495484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111995465176495484' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111953119263474016</id><published>2005-06-23T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T21:01:41.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha! i think sugar and spice is so funny even though i was slping i could hear what was going on the show is so funny! totally chick flick ahahah seow wei. and i could hear reb saying SEOWWEI WHERES THE CAMERA so i knew she wanted to take a picture of me when i was slping so i opened up my eyes and she tried to hide the camera it was super funny. jacq's hse is dangerous i hurt myself alot. and you spend five minutes doing nothing everytime you want to get out because her floor is the 21st so you spend the first two and a half minutes in the lift checking your reflection then the next two and a half minutes hitting your ear because it is blocked because of the pressure from the 21st level to the 1st level. reminds me of the aeroplane which reminds me of the gg trip which reminds me of the unpacked stuff and undone souvenirs. thanks jacq! for your place    oh pillar caterpillar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111953119263474016?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111953119263474016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111953119263474016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111953119263474016' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111935912958599426</id><published>2005-06-21T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:05:29.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder how it must have felt&lt;br /&gt;When David stood to face Goliath on a hill&lt;br /&gt;I imagine that he shook with all his might&lt;br /&gt;Until You took his hand and held on tight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111935912958599426?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111935912958599426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111935912958599426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111935912958599426' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111935216757421170</id><published>2005-06-21T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:09:27.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:) dawn lim wenshan got saved! Jesus really taps on your heart it's up to you to answer. and when you answer you feel smth youve never felt before you feel loved and loved your problems are dealt with when you hand your life over to Jesus. how wow! i felt and how wow! many felt too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111935216757421170?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111935216757421170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111935216757421170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111935216757421170' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111879809065923940</id><published>2005-06-15T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T09:14:50.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life seemed tough yet fragile HEH.quite funny ah. i don't know if you would try asking me. oh mr sore throat has decided to infect me. ayahhhhhhhhh pain. cant go for tuition agn this sat am expecting some more scolding. i was! supp to ask smth from my mother this morning but i forgot wht. Going for badminton later i think. i dont feel like choosing clothes i think i'll wear my one dollar tshirt again. li ming is coming back today haha! ok ohhhhhhhhhhh the fragileness of life. tough yet fragile.haha to that again                                            .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep down in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leuk loong nai jai ka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111879809065923940?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111879809065923940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111879809065923940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111879809065923940' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111875684579947728</id><published>2005-06-14T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T21:47:25.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese designs proved easier to make on chairs than me skating to ecp. i was ?went to ecp alone went past kc my school beloved building. some random at a basketball court disturbed me i expected disturbation from people like them i was so ready so expectful because people like these are action people. my mood felt worse when that random did some talking. i bladed by the underpass while going down the stairs another random came and scared me he talked in malay i think saying careful or something he wanted to hold me it was scary but going down the stairs by blades was better the slope was scarier oh pls, give me my already happy sadness. got more of an anger thing going on it wasnt the scariest. got to ecp bladed somewhere right across vjc past that area and i went back. went to where couples said i hate you or the turnaround and sat down took off my blades walked to and fro nowhere decided to take a cab home it was drizzling. difficultly was something because sixty cents in my wallet were the only cash left. only put my blades at the door walked to get green tea then walked to the park again. saw spiderman frisbees and happy children about my height. before that below the time 645 saw an illusioned rainbow when i was at the traffic light. if i could trust the taxi driver not to drive away with my blades,why not Jesus? life seemed tough yet fragile. a kite like thing flew past me and seemed to be heading for a tangling time in the big tree i didnt bother to look back when the green man shouted cross now! the kite like thing seemed like a balloon from a different angle. a last minute wind could have gone by and flew it way out of the tree's path. will and way does go together in an alone flock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111875684579947728?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111875684579947728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111875684579947728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111875684579947728' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111867307315267464</id><published>2005-06-13T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T22:31:13.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, My unfailing love for you will not be shaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 11:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday even after a confusing kinda session someone came up to me hugged my shoulders and told me God is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;heyyyyyyyy. thurs and friday were the last two days of gka kayakg. fun throughout and the expedition on fri was to sembawang park instead of seletar. was happy jinghui was my partner throughout the four days even though she whined much. was fun w her lah. sat we went for recci at ubin dau. was fun YAs accompanied us sadly audrey was in church camp we missed her. it was fun we had bikes was happy we didnt have to walk. more or more i think those people came up with awesome ideas la oh gmss guides are combining we're gonna be a happy family going for a hike. soon. on sunday during 101 class my dead skin cells were all over my bag face was peeling. was thankful the in charge came even though he had some back or neck pain cos of the church camp driving from melacca. was so thankful cos i needed that lesson. today we went for a fire cooking and shelter course was quite useful. gtg its quite late. haha should have seen how excited i was when i saw sarita online. hey come back soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111867307315267464?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111867307315267464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111867307315267464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111867307315267464' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111823877830893020</id><published>2005-06-08T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T21:59:14.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its halfway through the course and its neither bad nor good because it's halfway. two days went and another two days more of muscle building time interesting instructors fibreglass cuts embarrassing myself by singing to take up time and checking toilets for hair. you could get a phobia of that mass on your own head if you touch too much lost hair even with one bunch of toilet paper ok la im gu niang cannot is it but why. thats why today i checked only for empty shampoo bottles littered. unconsciously my life was taken away from mornings to nights but kayaking was fun. capsized today for T rescue practice and my leg was stuck so i drank quite alot of seafood soup (haha instructor) before getting up. inst m discussed her view on christianity during lunch and had us raft up while waiting for three pairs to finish T rescue practice to tell us her lifeguard stories about places and their hauntedness. she does everything ok when she said i was once a lifeguard i went in my mind oh another job how many things do you do how old are you i thought how how young eighteen only. oh haha! look i found out what it was its called a pontoon! i was closer to it when i said platoon maybe plateau is quite out ah hahaha ok not funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111823877830893020?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111823877830893020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111823877830893020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111823877830893020' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111789705958816225</id><published>2005-06-04T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T22:57:39.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;how encouraging&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you i tell you i tell youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu i say you say everyone sayyyyyyyyyyyyyy KFC! ok not kentucky fried chicken but only some will understand but i dont think some would like me to say it straight. but anyway to put it simpler its KC.For._____ :) i was set together in that place with victrina we were the only two at the bus stop because it was aft the campfire and i had the urge to talk to her about church even though i had doubts God set everything straight so i asked do you have anything on tmr? as in morning kind. and she went yes and she went im from city harvest after i asked her which church she was going to after she said yes i have church tmr. and she wants to see a revival in kc too she said herself that she wants to keep asking her friends to church for the Good news. that is super encouraging ive never really talked to victrina except for once when i asked her to try knocking the peg in on the pitching tent session last year. i was glad it went further than whats your class whos your form teacher and then pause and then where do you stay and then how many bus stops away do you stay and then checking my handphone because of the silence. i was glaaaaaaadddddddddd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111789705958816225?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111789705958816225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111789705958816225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111789705958816225' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111769709418035321</id><published>2005-06-02T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:24:54.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im qt happy the xp version's cpu is fixed :) haha anyway i think 1st june which was yesterday was a very very very very extraordinary day because because because of the joy of the Lord! slept again after waking up and woke up agn at 11. Oh no i just realised that my display picture isnt the palm tree one! oh i woke up then went to the hq to hand up three forms then after spending five minutes staring at the board at the mrt station i was qt sure of the directions so went to douby ghaut then harbourfront. it was alr 3 i think then met them at the centre and took the bus in. haha it was fun lah! we prayed for gd fellowship and safety then a coconut almost hit us but didnttttttttttt we missed it by abit. it was superly fun rolling around making a sand Cross jumping into the sea and playing with the ball and being paranoid about bags being stolen ahaha. anw we went to bugis after that had dinner at pasta mn and bought sweaters which dropped from 63 to 19 dollars. haha okay anyway i thought the day was qt funny lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my soul wants to yearn for the Living One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111769709418035321?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111769709418035321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111769709418035321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111769709418035321' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111759802223584587</id><published>2005-06-01T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:54:14.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus &lt;/span&gt;all i live to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;is to love You my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i stand amazed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;captured by Your grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;let me sing Your praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and stand in awe of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111759802223584587?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111759802223584587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111759802223584587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111759802223584587' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111750548063896198</id><published>2005-05-31T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T10:11:20.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorry man! was qt angry with my mother yesterday. but stop lah everything will come to some kind of standstill and i continue living my not solid food yet life without judgement. its quite trying so i'll need trying. how unlightly this can be taken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111750548063896198?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111750548063896198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111750548063896198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111750548063896198' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111746220438402424</id><published>2005-05-30T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T22:10:04.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! i find it quite frustrating. when you dont care and you make me complain here while the connection rages away in verifying my user name and password every 5minutes. and while it happens my stomach hurts but i dont want to complain more. but on the old weighing scale kind of dongchang thing saritas talking to me about amusing stuff after a series of ttm tmyns. and janice is making her niceness to the core making my frown go up like a mistake in my b2-4ac&gt;0 graph. sry for the abrupt ending but daddy's gna slp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111746220438402424?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111746220438402424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111746220438402424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111746220438402424' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111729102966803488</id><published>2005-05-28T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:37:09.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>congrats to delia and cameron on the official unioning celebration named wedding haha i reallyyyyyyyyyy think delia and cameron are supercool people delia made her wedding an outreach for her pupils. and i think thats super super cool haha sorry for using the word cool but i think it was really cool. we changed into our loose tshirts aft that because of the uneasiness haha. i dont know how to walk with a skirt sit with a skirt live with a skirt that has laces and silk and a slope. but i didnt bring a shirt i only brought jeans because i was rushing so i asked around and in the end wore teris tshirt saying-boy's problem snatched back frm daphne by sarita haha. but i didnt know the words were boy's problem. steph wore a dress! so did everyone haha. i liked what pastor yang preached just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning's briefing at gguide hq was quite nervousing.found out we're going somewhr else aft the camp ms A and us decided on an adventure to london after the camp.subway taking reminds me of the curious incident of the dead dog in the night time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was amused by my sister's brown skirt i wore together with chuck taylors they said that they didnt match haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw yvonne outside the bk toilet then i was talking to her when i realised that the kawaiineh nametag was still on. hahaha! ayah bk time was funny altoghtr lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky seems? blue-er. grass is?greener! who compares to You Lord?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111729102966803488?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111729102966803488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111729102966803488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111729102966803488' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111717216856272190</id><published>2005-05-27T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T13:39:22.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't stand how i always laugh at the wrong times cant afford to have ms soo scolding the silent class while you vibrate. saritas fault lah. anw d and c's wedding tmr! and im waitingggggg for my sis to come back so i can ask permission to borrow a skirt i know im unskirted. if she doesnt allow me to ive to rush to parkway to get one because i dont want to be wrapped in katong mall's $1 per metre cloth. sabrinas grad was yesterday she graduated from Bible schl. so cool ah the youngest in her class was 17 and oldest 75. the video was super funny! sab led worship and we wore uniform there heh. because we didnt know whether it was formal or casual. was in parkway from the time sch ended till 7 and it was funny we saw ailin and preeti at bk and preeti did a batman dance haha! did the board there and we had to use the used boards to cover our eyes in case the 65c penknife's blade snapped lol. used them later to make our official nametags and club board! hahaha then met joanne x2 and matilda and walked over to the church ofsg. was around 930 when it ended. we went home crossing the road turtle style and i found it hilariou&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt;! haha. founders day mass today last day of school today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111717216856272190?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111717216856272190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111717216856272190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111717216856272190' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111674468653658054</id><published>2005-05-22T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T15:37:01.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no lah it wasnt me in the last post. (:mother bought ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;He's so wonderful its so nice how Jesus can get through to my soul i now see that its such a big thing everywhere i go i see the problem.but Jesus provides! :) :) oh family day/homecoming ytd was quite fun. together with charmaine vanessaC cherylC and cassaundra we went to parkway to get the 30 boxes of ice cream but wanted to go back in time for the dance so we rushed and rushed and were thankful that the man in front with so much food let us go first! and charmaine and cassaundra were SUPER funny they took extra ice from the ice box from the packets which ice had dropped out i was laughing like mad! then vanessa was running so fast and her bag was dropping and we tried to get taxis who would take 5 but none wanted to so we split in the end and charmaine and cheryl came with me in one comfort taxi and we were laughing at how cartoon we were running everywhere and down all escalators to the taxi stand. hahaha! but had to leave at 12 for the tkgs event. had a mock campfire at night because of the rain and people saboed people to go up somewhere to do something and i was thankfully happy that chaichee's cl was there too. our recycled-material bride turned out quite pretty! so funny she couldnt eat june had to feed her her dinner. haha first aid people got 2nd! and mini structure 3rd! dance didnt get anything but it was superbly ok :) sat next to filzah during the campfire. we all had a group hug after everything then two versions of taps then ending day prayer then thank you tkgs then thank you usher shermaine then home with sore throats. oh and look it was on the paper: if you judge them you'll have no time to love. in the morng i went to cs. then bfec today after to watch the performance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111674468653658054?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111674468653658054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111674468653658054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111674468653658054' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111633598053414561</id><published>2005-05-17T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T21:19:40.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>purge away my sin&lt;br /&gt;make me whole again&lt;br /&gt;burn inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;a passion for Your Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarita wants me to blogggggggg now at 9:14 but im also quite bored but not the boredest in my life exam period was boreder than now staring at my books everyday at 9:14pm. today was 304 then lunch then parkway then stoning then valeries house and then water bombing. haha thanks valerie! then clarice's comic book 12 then peach pie. whyyyyyyyy do you keep harping on baby milo. heh! the rain followed us through the whole day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111633598053414561?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111633598053414561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111633598053414561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111633598053414561' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111633304450465613</id><published>2005-05-17T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T20:30:44.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the last post was by sarah. oh no lah i didnt go town&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111633304450465613?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111633304450465613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111633304450465613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111633304450465613' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111625535402889716</id><published>2005-05-16T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T22:55:54.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll praise Your Name forever&lt;br /&gt;join with the shouts of heaven&lt;br /&gt;Glorify!&lt;br /&gt;You are the King of glory&lt;br /&gt;You are the Lord Almighty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without faith it is impossible to please God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111625535402889716?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111625535402889716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111625535402889716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111625535402889716' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111599369070656093</id><published>2005-05-13T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T22:33:18.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what you see in everyones blog is the phrase exams are over. oh yay mine was today. art made me sleep only two hrs yesterday. did it make you sleep at four too i think it did everyone said smth like that at school today. and then i saw that our prep work formats were all different. while doing art i saw things.and i got a papercut by a piece of drawing block. i ate and listened to All that i want twice through and united live halfway. prayed for strength to stay awake and i yawned only twice all tway till four then i went to the other room to draw while my sister asked me if she should use the tinkerbell or disney princess pencil box. then she gave me a cola sweet and meiji banana chocolate and stayed up till 3 then slept because shehad jc the next day. and the next day is today! like how you thought saying tmr's tmr wouldn't be today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went&lt;br /&gt;to orchard today!&lt;br /&gt;at three smth i met reb in the train but only at four did naomi sw charmaine jacq sarita come.aft bowling at safra. i missed town oh i saw a bag which everyone objected to me buying except sw. esp sarita who was super nice she said "if you buy that bag i'll walk 10m away from you when we go out". i saw fadzeera at topshop. and a green slipper there too. and ties and suits and free postcards at topman which we had to pass by. we sat at the outside macs opp fareast till 655 laughing and talking and resting and then standing up and walking across the road and inside the mrt station and down the escalator and to the platform to wait for the mrt which brought us back ___ sweet ___. ayah home la. ok haha hi sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit) hi again hahahahahahahahaha yesterday! i rmb! why you cut her hair like cut vegetable ah. oh thanks rebmariaecca for cleaning my room oh and my bed too &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my room wasnt neat since one year ago and my bed wasnt cleaned for two days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i study much much what! so much that i have no time. hahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111599369070656093?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111599369070656093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111599369070656093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111599369070656093' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111562051868275033</id><published>2005-05-09T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T14:35:18.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>daphne: when someone gets saved the bells in heaven ring and the angels rejoice fwwwah so pretty! hahaha the bells rang the bells ranggggggggggg on saturday when generations was on because meida meida got saved :) Jesus !:) after tuition sarita and i wnt to parkway met them then we walked over to church and stoned on this round table passing wanton around while waiting but doors still didnt open at 4 they took qt long because they were fixing lights inside. gen village was on so we took a polaroid photo. someone was trying to sell one tube of polo for 50 cents and when it didnt work he came back again shouting four for $2 haha! but its the same as one for 50 cents. heh heh heh i thought it was funny what. after service didnt go for dinner so walked through roxy with sarita teri and meida haha teri went to meet her mother and sarita wanted to cab home.she flagged a cab but meida and i rushed in with her. we played w the mama shop owner's son called joseph. he chases cats away. and his blue frisbee is a driving wheel. then 15 came and she went off. called sarita and talked aft that. sarita told me about what she did and wht happened and we both got so hyped up about the many manymany distinct signs! ok more of me because sarita stones like anything even in excitement. God is so Magnificent! daphne called and left then xinni called and left then 1oclock called and we both left because of 830am service the next day. but sarita doesnt attend sunday ones because of some issue thennnnnn didnt lunch with them went home. i wasted time because i slept then tried to study. had to go out for dinner because it was mothers day shouldnt be facing my bio book instead oh saw this orange thing waving to us at the carpark and it was teri hahaha at centrepoint w her family she saw my sister and waved and because there was church that morning i saw her again ayah something starting with R is screaming and it introduces itself as Mr Random. im so slack! theres geog tmr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111562051868275033?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111562051868275033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111562051868275033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111562051868275033' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111536016752527009</id><published>2005-05-06T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T14:18:59.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when my life closes in&lt;br /&gt;on 2degrees the rollar coaster ends&lt;br /&gt;a happier life starts again&lt;br /&gt;i want to be like You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayyyyyyyybe out of the corner of my eye my conscience will tell me to look Yours Truly, tingxin! one plate affects many others! unknowingly earthquakes happen and its because you moved that plate its not the very fault of others ohhhh let it sink in and ask your pet rat if she understands what you were talking about ok because its going to be a longggggggg ride. for twenty cents it was more than it was worth. can i give you an ice cream to cease the anger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111536016752527009?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111536016752527009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111536016752527009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111536016752527009' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111520424680964078</id><published>2005-05-04T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T18:57:26.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;haha no lah let me write something like source B i will talk about better things than examinations. but its quite hard not to so i will. i really really really really dont understand alot of things and im so bugged by the fact that i have so much more to study because i start only when the clock strikes eleven at the eleventh hour. even then i press the snooze button and say wait ah then procrastinate even more. of course i cant type an entry without being online. heh sorryyyyyyyy for my unattentiveness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your spirit lives in me i wanna dance for all to see,what compares to Your redeeming love! I need You in my life im never letting go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111520424680964078?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111520424680964078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111520424680964078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111520424680964078' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111425455930314687</id><published>2005-04-23T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T20:11:58.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tuition was dragginggggggggg my face skin away because we did logarithms and i cant do log questions.was hungry and dinie followed me to macs because only the both of us were hungry, hahah dinie's funny. oh im thankful for them people who can guide me in my walk. also am veryyyyyyyy thankful for the both who were at the recess meetg tht day it was the both who prompted me to follow up QT. to the extreme i think its been two months since ive been focusing properly. i went hm and did it at night. being w God made me feel so happy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111425455930314687?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111425455930314687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111425455930314687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111425455930314687' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111416591224855881</id><published>2005-04-22T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T18:34:35.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am really hot tempered if you didnt know and a million times ive been apologising to her her her her her but still i get qt pissed when sometimes she gets too hyper and irritates me. dont do something like trust in me because i cannot be trusted to keep my temper in. you know i have a hot temper she knows he knows she, she and she knows you know she knows everybody knows. i know that too i know that too i know that i have a worse-than-normal-person's temper but the problem is i dont know how to deal with it . ive said sorry a million times here a million times through sms a million times face to face a million times and more often than not i forget about the temper i let it go when im faced with something stressful and maybe its to save myself from getting white hair that i let everything out and keep complaining and complaining and even if i try to forget any bad situation or any bad bad thing thing I cannot do something like HOLD IT IN TINGXIN &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-SIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit,&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i have realised that whenever someone is sad the depression flows through the whole class and affects people. and hyperness during pe was quite funny. anyway was yes was yes was yes was ticked off quite abit Today and was lucky to have jokers in the class. haha! nanxin tied meidas hair in 16 small sticking out ponytails and it was funny la the whole class laughed and laughed or at least i laughed and laughed and sarita went i want to help you draw the purple eyeshadow and nanxin said i want to draw the two black spots at your cheeks and meida said i want to put the stocking over your head and we went AHAHAHAHAHAH ruhua! and tracy was laughing and laughing cus she knows who ruhua is hahahaha ruhua in the show is funny! but i dont know how . poorthing la? then i dont know but co girls were verysad and everyone was verysad because if you see normally uber happy classmates crying and crying cus of the ghostly silver but achieved bronze you AH .i dunno leh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111416591224855881?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111416591224855881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111416591224855881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111416591224855881' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111374913519148426</id><published>2005-04-17T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T22:45:35.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;yesterday was qt special .because the leaders opened all our patrol boxes and brought out our logbooks which havent been touched since i was sec one. i havent even written in ours before i only remember seeing someone an oriole member i cant remember who writing in it. melody was transfered from sunflower so she didnt see it before and the rest came after 2003. it brought about this nostalgia feeling la i remember charis yuying alicia cg liane &amp;i miss them. i didnt really have time i didnt really have time i had to cope with whining about me not using pink pens for the logbook new patrol profile and i really didnt have the time like i did at the bus stop and then at home reading and re reading the entries entered by the ex seniors and then i had some disappointment because i realised i had to prove my own theory right. of the girlguide company of how much its shrinking like oriole once had 11 people as seen from the logbook and then suddenly suddenly it shrunk to only me me me i rmb how i used to stand in the PL's place with no uniform to check with no rank of my shoulder yet there there there in front at the back of people really whoa. of how much we dont get priorities right of howwwwwwww the aut status threatens and gives us a reason to do things and resolve the problem of us asking and asking why must we do that of how guides now are 10 times differenter than the old guides of how we used to have really good guides of how im not even worthy to be something like P11 . ameerun if youre reading this oriole left a space in the middle of the new patrol profile for you to write your hobby your telephone number your age your birthday your full name your email address your everything we also left the E at the back of oriolE for you to write because we have 6 members if we include you and oriole has six members and i told them lets each write one letter ok and we left the E for you we didnt anyhow chahchahchah write another E because no one can take your handwriting so come back even though you know she's angry at you even though you know you think you'll get gossipped about behind your back even though you have so many no no nos i want to check your uniform and adjust your scarf ? okay corny but . ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello to you. you have right to say tingxin youre tooInsensitive. i saw that i saw that i saw you squinting your eyes at someone when she was talking and making a dry joke but i didnt open my small line of a mouth to ask hi hi hi why were you giving a disgusted face just now at her i saw something different when you said no cant and gave me the impression of i can actually but i dont want to because i can read body language and face expressions and you confirmed it by writing it down and i like it this way because then i know how much in actual&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been far from God i dont know how i can backslide and go back and backslide so many times so many times and care more about schoolwork and the questions in my life and church today was quite okay it wasnt really great See what i mean anyway i felt like uneating my guts out or vomitting in another sense. it was my physical sickness making me feel sicker. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i saw you and i had to supress the feelings that have been building up since sec one.cus i know   . maybe its half revealed its always been but i never believed in it and i have to act on it because its not for me to decide i really think its God telling me to stop with .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111374913519148426?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111374913519148426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111374913519148426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111374913519148426' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111355944164971406</id><published>2005-04-15T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T18:04:01.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am called flu and i have taken over tingxin so here i am living her life and blogging for her muha ha. Ah its been a week and it hasnt gone out of my life shoo flu shoo out of my butter. I'M SO TIRED &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wont you sing me to sleep&lt;/span&gt;. i left my calculator to off by itself in my room because it doesnt like to be offed by human hands. math tuition homework takes alllllllllllllll my time awayyyyyyy into the purple shades of the sunset and the blue hues of my art. AH.dont let me faint. colour my life orange yellow and red now pls. the 2.4km run was quite, 3/4 won for mascot yay! felt like a jail officer when i still had to ask for their reg number even though i could see they were all terribly out of breath what. eh give me thattttttt i need to eat now. i will begin to find red or yellow cars in rows to determine a bad day ok! tingxin is debatably out of her mind -raises hands to carry baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok scary stop it lah. i am still sound.because &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; is all that i live for in this world. that was cool,hahah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111355944164971406?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111355944164971406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111355944164971406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111355944164971406' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111312889090883996</id><published>2005-04-10T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T18:28:10.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>art CA tmr chemistry may also be tmr i hope my immune system can make me well now i got quite annoyed just now because the sickness was or is so troublesome. and i really dont like people versusing anyone. peace ?arent we supp to head the advices from the talk we received&lt;br /&gt;did you know that the twenty-fifth of march entry was meant for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111312889090883996?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111312889090883996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111312889090883996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111312889090883996' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111287750429202161</id><published>2005-04-07T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T20:53:01.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi? i feel uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;&amp; maybe i would rather sleep.way tooooo denying.&lt;br /&gt;people tear me like i have no life.&lt;br /&gt;my white blood cells are&lt;br /&gt;tickled with germs&lt;br /&gt;hehheh heh heh hehhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;how much will we expect out of you&lt;br /&gt;maybe more than we expected susila's fever to have gone down to 99.come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;i make it a point to blog pointlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if my world falls i will say&lt;br /&gt;abv all i live for Your Glory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111287750429202161?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111287750429202161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111287750429202161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111287750429202161' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111279553963374421</id><published>2005-04-06T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T21:52:19.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am typing at an untingxinly speed because my sister wants it very very soon and i think i might have to give it to her because i was supposed to give it to her half an hour ago. i forgot what i did since 25th of march almost all events but no my mind is still stable i remember that we did street evangelising at ecp on easter and gave out hot cross buns and tracts on tsunami-christians' perspective which i still have three in my bag. someone we approached said i can replace your beliefs. anw it was tiring alittle disappointing but purposeful. :) went to cornerstone last sat for another combined thing with the dinosaur postcard. :) aft that was waiting with nx for her bus at my busstop ard 11 when we saw dawn skating past. haha it was qt scary. during the thing we learnt about christian giant slayers which were named (your name here).and (my name here)-which is tx. Lord hold me in Your arms never let me go i wanna spend eternity with You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111279553963374421?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111279553963374421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111279553963374421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111279553963374421' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111148725861316521</id><published>2005-03-22T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T18:32:52.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will clap for kc drama's standard Because of the actresses who made me feel . they came in and i thought they were going to do something like oh im so scared help me help me but they came in looking like traumatised people and some literally cried. the bell rang and we could see everyone running in the foyer from upstairs. and the screaming could have beaten the siren if it werent for the prefects. there were two actresses hiding behind the cupboard upstairs but we didnt know and when thr was a search party there mrs ooi had to action scream at them why are you all hiding here! and it was so haha. ayah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et cetera is so fantastic Really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i'll learn to reject neg thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i found in bio book&lt;br /&gt;and you will not cringe because i like to sing Doxology(z)&lt;br /&gt;gen y gen z gen J!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\ /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;/ \&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111148725861316521?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111148725861316521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111148725861316521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111148725861316521' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111124122853124665</id><published>2005-03-19T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T22:07:08.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if it was really live broadcast then maybe thats where the other half of singapore went to-the High on life concert.(the one held to oppose drug abusing). the other half went to another concert the High for God concert! Planet shakers:) haha no lah. just that both concerts were at the same time. couldnt go for the planet shakers concert agn today because the tickets ran out so quickly. but i went yesterday la with mw sylvianne &amp;amp;vylvianne then their cousin came also. jacq all were two rows behind haha. we had to sit on the masking tape line haha cute know! and the pastor preached one part exactly the same thing as cornerstones face off day and sarita said it was because they were both from aus but anw they preached about smth and the high on life concert's emcees talked about this also 1 You know you can get high on family love and even high on music and i think the message was no to get high on drugs la 2 Teens nowadays try to get high on relationships and high on drugs but there is nothing higher than the highest Lord Jesus :)we jumped for joy throughout songs that captured Singapore and shook it. However, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today 190305 was the first time i participated in a traditional meeting in my whole guide life mrs teo wanted to so we did and a traditional meeting involved games and songs and we had mad mad games which got people hurt and so shagged and sweaty but very happy and songs like i have suitors at my door ohasjdqwoi bahelah 6 or 8 or even more ohasdkjql bahelah oh kl dk sd ohasdkl bahelah it was funny! the person writing the song didnt want to get married i think but her father wanted her to so she wrote that she'd get married only when the river runs uphill and fishes fly or on the day before she died. then we learnt some indian song and some others and huh we like to tear the leaves on the carpark ground when listening to the leaders talk. just like how i wrote on my palm during my one hour bus ride from tuition all the things i bit my lip during the past times with and mapped out my life and even wrote a legend of whos who and raised my palm in the quiet at home to God who took all my troubles away. then it was all washed away when i bathed, i really wish my old skipper self would just skip away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111124122853124665?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111124122853124665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111124122853124665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111124122853124665' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111111871387250683</id><published>2005-03-18T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T12:05:13.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello :). ive been playing all week i dont know where my homework has gone to. its been twanged with my slingshot up that tree. i cant open my inbox! and i went town yesterday again. sarita got her second bag and everybody felt rich except me. but everybody in a sense of majority, we went to have seoul garden anyway. and we were in there for a few hours because rebeccas stomach had worms which were more hungry than us. so she sat there and ate and ate and i stared. went to far east and saw 3.4 classmates "TINGXIN YOU SKIPPED BIO RIGHT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT" "nevermind we skipped it too" heh heh heh funny. and sarita and i went off to find bags on our own while the rest went somewhr else i wonder why we always split when at far east. anw i tried to decide between two bags but i couldnt but sarita could and she bought her extra large bag and was happy but i couldnt decide so i brought my decision thinking home and now ive decided to buy the brown one because the flip the coin method kept telling me the brown one the brown one and also my mother told me that 89 dollars for that other bag was quite scary. then we went to ecp to look at people surfing and i found it amusing. then went to the breakwaters to get amused again but by the waves which hit us a few times because it was high tide. then i forgot where we went and then we went home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111111871387250683?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111111871387250683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111111871387250683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111111871387250683' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111096504086125273</id><published>2005-03-16T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T17:24:00.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to sentosa on sunday with snr &lt;u&gt;123&lt;/u&gt;s. we had worship at the begng then Bible trail and then some super lame games hahah. meiwen's game made us wet thoroughly and wehad to press our faces into flour for the next game qahaha! tanjong beach was then and there we tried to bond. had to rush home after because it was my fathers birthday luckily joan fetched me. and we had dinner at paya lebar then chocolate banana cake. monday we went to town for awhile before tuition and i got a tshirt and charmaine got hers also. i forgot who suggested sentosa the next day so we went there yesterday i went there again but it wasnt tanjong beach we went to palawan i think. rebecca couldnt come last min. i put tanning oil on two parts only because i wanted my hand to be black white black but it didnt work i dont know how tanning oil works either. left the water at 2plus and played with the sand until 3plus.i was so tired from swimming that i lied on the beach flat and this haha! about 2yr old small boy came and jumped over me And jacqueline sw and sarita laughed and laughed and i lied on my side and laughed and i saw the small boy holding his brother's hand again. then bathed and i saw instrt veron in the toilet heh. we went to the seven eleven below the monorail station and ate alot of food. saw veron there again. finished and decided to go to cinemania where the rubbed off words of fantasy island were on two short brickwalls. then! came out and went to the already deserted hawker centre to eat desert. then we took the monorail for one whole round because yesterday was the last day the monorail was existing its to be destroyed today to make way for the new sentosa express oh no my beloved monorail why did you have to die We saw the sunsetting while on the monorail passing by the lost city place with the sea there. i saw signs that made me think of questions like yellowcard could think of. went to the habourfront station bus stop reached there around 7plus and we took 10 home i took to siglap then switched and came home:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore being justified by faith&lt;br /&gt;we are one in our Lord Jesus Christ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111096504086125273?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111096504086125273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111096504086125273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111096504086125273' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111063498937147722</id><published>2005-03-12T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T21:47:19.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>east div day was at dhss. dunman high guides are nice generally and i didnt realise she was rachel until fern went hi rachel hi rachel and i was cracking my brains all the while on where i saw her before haha. we screwed the dance today but stilllllllllll i say kc you say rocks:) there were intervals and we entertained ourselves. i liked tkg's dance alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face off yesterday was :). you know what life's all about of course you should want to know its about Jesus heyyyyy hokey pokeyyyyyyyy thats what its all about seriously&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111063498937147722?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111063498937147722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111063498937147722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111063498937147722' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-111020170966427771</id><published>2005-03-07T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T21:25:39.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And i am quite mixed up about life because it has been making me feel weird for the past few days. and again im so angry at everything the world tries to offer me reluctantly because they know my mood swings like the swing on the small tree with the bad bad foundation. i hope i'll receive renewal soon. i liked the phrase schools out and theres something on Or smth like that. Because i know a week ahead i wont be worrying as much as i do right now about my geog essay and eng postcard writing and whether or not the art essay is due tmr. also anyanythingthing thats going to come foward i'll release it all. schools out,but that shouldnt be the only time i praise. bad really . Oh and what tomorrow brings and whether i'll be so tired in the morning i'll do the exact same thing today doing my quiet time with my eyes closed. im just happy Jesus listens to everything i say when i crap about things happening in my life and of course He also wants to listen to you crap about that test youre afraid of or how your friend put you down. God of all the universe He who set the stars in their place but He who is my best Friend. overwhelming do you know that do you know that. and then also i am trying to control my temper sorry for whom ive hit while swinging):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-111020170966427771?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111020170966427771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/111020170966427771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111020170966427771' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110985994923313190</id><published>2005-03-03T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:25:49.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i remembered! two years ago when everyone wanted to get married on this day because of the 030303. and i wrote on my art worksheet 030304 today and then i wrote 030305 on the other page behind it. and i also dont know! why everyone looks only at the fourth drawing from the left. but i know! its the element of relation of the contradictory of us ourselves. we know we'll not worship with handphones in our hands. and i myself because i had a nightmare slash dream about unsaved again again again! ive had this before and i think i know its a problem with the unsaved and those who arent christians there is a harsh hell behind the lies that you think is the truth. and i hope the visions are not from the enemy. and when i finished with that vision i woke up all motivated and determined because of the fear for those who dont want to . but in the everyday life theres too much pride that are all lies lies lies. i dont know how to i feel more than fear but i have the solution but the lies are hindering me from using the truth realistically. i think its less than scary. but howwwwwww. start and take action  tingxxxinnnnnnnnnnnnn(!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;doppelganga each P one dot on top and it'll be a french word. meaning: there is a double of you walking somewhere on this earth. ms nansi said that when you meet your double you'll die but that was quite irony because she and hemal were walking on same ground. no pun no pun inverted in another way really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be looking foward to the march holidays because i want to go escape and go to town and eat the food there and reply the testimonials and read my dead dog book and try sleeping for 24 hours. and of course i really hope the homework will spoil my whole plan and make me end up also trying to motivate myself till school starts. but didnt our maths teacher say target setting wont work 9 out of 10 hahahah that was new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110985994923313190?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110985994923313190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110985994923313190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110985994923313190' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110960152199159627</id><published>2005-02-28T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T22:38:41.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from the Daily bread 5 feb:&lt;br /&gt;When i was a young boy, our family visited an old abandoned copper mine. Having descended into the mine, our guide suddenly turned off his flashlight and we were enveloped by an oppresive blackness. It seemed as though we could feel the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;through the years, the memory of our descent into that pit has reminded me again and again of Jesus' words concerning the lost, who are "cast out into outer darkness" (Matthew 8:12). As terrifying as it was to be in that cave for just a few moments, imagine what it would be like for eternity. We don't hear much about hell these days. but that doesnt mean there is no such place. Have you ever thought about where you will spend eternity? According to the Scriptures, you will spend it in one of two places- either heaven or hell. If you have never made sure of heaven, u should pray smth like this "Lord Jesus, i believe that You died on the cross for my sins and rose agn from the dead. i now receive You as my Savior. i dont want to be lost. i want to go to heaven. save me!" Jesus promised: "The one who comes to Me i will by no means cast out" (John 6:37)&lt;br /&gt;-richard de haan&lt;br /&gt;Every sinner must be pardoned or punished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much like this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110960152199159627?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110960152199159627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110960152199159627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110960152199159627' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110933501304400619</id><published>2005-02-25T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T20:36:53.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont like that place because of the ice cream man i have to run away from. and i dont know but when people pms and get angry over slight issues i dont know why because they can still control their anger even when pmsing what but for me its because when im emotional i think about some tingling thing and it causes me to stone and if people keep talking to me and i want to stone but cannot because they keep talking to me and i have to answer i go through everything and also their feelings to find out what they could have meant and i feel angry. and the only time i can eat any soggy food is when i am like that. and the only time i can eat large amts of nonjunk food is also when im like that. and i saw the onions which were almost boiled by the water which were on my plate and i saw the shapes they were in and if i had seen a W i would have thought of it to be a heart with a hole underneath which explained the reason why all of its contents were poured out and missing from the heart. i saw an eight i saw two upsidedown letter Us and a fat heart. and i wondered if my mother kept talking about polka dots and i thinking about the way i want the thing i was thinking about to go six feet below the soil of my ribcage i could have written and added to the book that i liked because i like that book. i may have asked for permission politely to then cancel all the f words in that book editing it with so much effort that i stay up late to finish all in one night, because i was once punished spiritually through the mental transcending to physical ways because i was so vulgar. but the inside fire is good for my maturity. and maybe i was thinking too much and am thinking too much by going through every single detail and thinking about the irrelevants. and maybe this is called letting out and the highorlower level would be doing amath. no im not doing this to feel real because i have Jesus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110933501304400619?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110933501304400619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110933501304400619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110933501304400619' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110908287470743308</id><published>2005-02-22T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T22:34:34.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy happy dot's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110908287470743308?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110908287470743308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110908287470743308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110908287470743308' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110898993678246000</id><published>2005-02-21T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T20:45:36.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lifes been too bleh for words but ive been going lalalalala instead of life sucks because that is what Jesus can do when im down. i can easily list out more than 10 bad or more worse than bad or hurting things that ive heard or has happened today. the days and days go and i almost said i have no appetite for life yesterday but before saying it it went through my mind and it contradicted my inside because it wasnt how i felt. because even though i see everything crumpling down breaking out jumping on me as criticism for my life making me fall to the ground in desperation, in the end i see nothing left but Jesus standing straight ahead in my vision. And i'll run into Your open arms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110898993678246000?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110898993678246000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110898993678246000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110898993678246000' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110871968818117890</id><published>2005-02-18T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T17:41:28.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like to do what normal people do &amp;say im happy its friday. but chinese today was both torrid and herrible because yesterday i had pac duty with samantha but we couldnt study because people like jacqueline rebecca sarita and jinghui came along so it was noisy and many things were so distracting and jinghui switched to the mode where when you on one aircon the other offs so she danced around with the control oning and offing the aircon and thought it was very fun. i couldnt concentrate on my workkkkkkkk it was too funny. then jacq found out a tone in her phone she never knew was there. everyone was freaked out because the voice saying youve got a message was high pitched and maybe like when you suck helium into your cells. i went to kcp to take fifteen but decided to go to the library in the end because i know that i wont study at home till after dinnertime because im like that one so i decided to stay till dinner time and finish my ss essay there. then i went home and dinnered bathed and then had tuition at 7 smth but she came at 750 but i was still eating so we started at 8 and it ended at around 1035 and she taught me new things and i asked alot of questions and i finally got to absorb and after that i went to eat something i cant rmb what. then i sat down to study for chinese but if youve been studying quite tola you will get to a point where you cant focus Or maybe it was because the aircon wasnt 19deg. but i decided to leave it and sleep. how quitefunny of me not to study for chinese i let almost 12 marks out of the cage to flyyyyy away.peter fly away john. come back peter come back john. ohhhhhhh no its smth i'll get lowest in class for. during PE we saw a dead bird with its head stuck in the drain and because we were playing pickle ball and no one hits straight in pickle ball alot of balls bounced and bounced and bounced and bounced.and touched the bird. my stomach hurts. but no i didnt eat that bird   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             sew sew sew td badge badge badge sew td badge sew, badges td sew badges everyone. and remind me to too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110871968818117890?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110871968818117890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110871968818117890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110871968818117890' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110855568430527618</id><published>2005-02-16T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T17:20:57.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday! was FUNNY okay. we had tuition aft school we split into group A and group B and like a tour group You all have ten minutes to eat and after that we'll set off! hahaha we took cab there group A and group B because there were ten people. hahah funny know! after tuition i couldnt wear my shoe it was so tight then i noticed that the my owner is tingxin words werent there so i went someone took my shoe! and we all ran down and caught them in time i was laughing so hard and samantha returned me my shoe i laughed like mad. and sarita! she was also laughing because she and gabrina took out their socks during tuition then when the next group went into the room they ran out then said cannot cannot go in yet must wait for awhile ha ha ha and sarita said their reaction was so funny and so she kept laughing and i was laughing at my shoe thing cus samantha was so blur she was walking around with a loose shoe.&lt;br /&gt;only 6 attended the psl workshop today haha it was taken charge by the sch counsellor. and so the volume ratio was spread out and we got more MnMs for answering questions. haha i had 46 for the test thing! which proved that im a bad listener! haha NO its just that im honest . then we had that you pair up with someone and you be A the other be B and B starts talking for 15 minutes nonstop and A listens and dont talk. then switch. it was hard la 15 minutes was longg haha.&lt;br /&gt;we had to do this:&lt;br /&gt;Terrific&lt;br /&gt;Incredible&lt;br /&gt;Nice&lt;br /&gt;Graceful&lt;br /&gt;Xtraordinary&lt;br /&gt;Interesting&lt;br /&gt;Noble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110855568430527618?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110855568430527618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110855568430527618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110855568430527618' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110830057139323392</id><published>2005-02-13T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T21:17:11.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All i once held dear&lt;br /&gt;built my life upon&lt;br /&gt;All this world revers&lt;br /&gt;and wars to own&lt;br /&gt;All i once thought gain&lt;br /&gt;I have counted loss&lt;br /&gt;Spent and worthless now&lt;br /&gt;compared to This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing You Jesus&lt;br /&gt;knowing You&lt;br /&gt;There is no greater thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110830057139323392?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110830057139323392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110830057139323392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110830057139323392' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110818302901586955</id><published>2005-02-12T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T12:37:09.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive to join the other tuition group because of guides and it is at two thirty and i am leaving at one fifteen because i want to take the bus instead of mrt because i have nothing to do at home. i was using the computer when samantha called me using nanxins phone because they were bored and have nothing to do TINGXIN TINGXIN come out we're at your bus stop now and i went out and i expected them to use the old joke and hide behind my letterbox again but they were at the bus stop and they were walking towards me when nanxins bus came so we waved and waved and samantha wanted me to walk her home so i walked her to her park home then walked to the park because i like to go there and samantha went TINGXIN TINGXIN COME BACK but i carried on walking. she forgot her keys so she shouted for her brother to open the door and after i walked through the park halfway i decided to go back to her house so she went TINGXIN TINGXIN come in and i saw that she had changed and she opened the door and then her dog started licking my legs and i ignored her and she could feel that i was ignoring her and went away. she took her things to go to her other home went to the kitchen ate one chocolate and drank water from a cup which had words on it i forgot what words but they were very lame like if you're thirsty fill me up and drink from me. then we walked back to her other house which was on my way home and we walked past the hostel and she told me about the arcade inside and nobody was there and she likes to look at her reflection on car windows and do the peace sign and smile and the road was like usual no cars only parked ones so we walked in the middle of the road like it was my grandfather's. then i went home in time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had kims game today i was the sheppard because i had no stations to look after so i brought two people around isabel and sangeerna to the stations to smell taste touch see and hear. did nothing and i played the walking on line game with clarice and she got pushed off the line and i won then we went to macky d's at parkway because clarice wanted nuggets but it was breakfast still so ate the breakfast things and saw mrs kauthar with 4/6 people. then the staff gave us four balloons and i went home with erin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 12:37&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110818302901586955?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110818302901586955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110818302901586955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110818302901586955' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110803109603312582</id><published>2005-02-10T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T17:08:31.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. im very bored! and something. like the shoe still doesnt fit me cus it hurts. but its probably psychological because i feel like i put something at stake when i force it. im cinderella's stepsister trying to fit into her glass shoe. no lah its my suede thing. yes no maybe i dont know can you repeat the questionnnnnnnnn. we watched i do i do at bugis junction just now. all the shops were closed except seiyu and a few others. i feel high inside but zombieianified outwards. how often do i feel high man. and say haha less than i feel. i want to care about the CAs next week like anything. i zzz too often! i shall put the pictures i have from my camera from the cny celebs in describing form because I am very afraid their parents wont like it if i display it on the internet. so so sorry if you didnt know i took pictures of you i tried to get everyone with their budies. you can get them from me unknown reader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 messy scene of everyone receiving their buddies&lt;br /&gt;2 picture of uneaten food&lt;br /&gt;3 cute girl who didnt like sitting down&lt;br /&gt;4 the four children who stood in front to sing&lt;br /&gt;5 the girl with the silver skirt and the pink love tshirt (taken at the foyer after everything)&lt;br /&gt;6 dinie and meida with their buddy&lt;br /&gt;7 vanessa choo and the girl in uniform&lt;br /&gt;8 nevermind i didnt know i took this&lt;br /&gt;9 four children who sang minus samantha she went back already&lt;br /&gt;10 the silver skirt pink shirt girl singing her solo&lt;br /&gt;11 the girl who didnt like sitting down again&lt;br /&gt;12 and she with her sister&lt;br /&gt;13 and she hugging her sister&lt;br /&gt;14 samantha and shiqeen&lt;br /&gt;15 janice naomi and their buddy&lt;br /&gt;16 dinie covering her ears shiqeen almost popping the winebottle and mrs kauthar at the side. this is blur&lt;br /&gt;17 this is blur also everyone toasting wedding style (hahahahaha)so funny&lt;br /&gt;18 almost half the class seated on the floor eating with their children&lt;br /&gt;again you can get me to delete the photos you thought were too much because you didnt know i took them. i want to continue blogging. but i cant im going out 4 dinner bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110803109603312582?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110803109603312582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110803109603312582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110803109603312582' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110792511678145352</id><published>2005-02-09T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T12:58:36.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive been eating non stop since i woke up seems like im going to join breakfast lunch and dinner together into one meal No cny this year for the paternal side. i am bored &amp;amp;i feel throatsore. i want to town? went for the reunion dinner at my uncles house ytd maternal one the paternal one was at a restaurant opposite golden mile one week ago many of them didnt turn up everyone was quiet the food werent finished there were too many dishes. the mashed guey yam desert tasted like ice cream and my leg was suffering in shoes. mothers side reunion was yesterday and we watched kung fu hustle and ate tang yuan and steamboat food. kung fu hustle is a lollipop show and albern behaved like a frog after watching. chloe has grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110792511678145352?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110792511678145352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110792511678145352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110792511678145352' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110778207182457409</id><published>2005-02-07T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:14:31.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we have to go to schl early tmr and zixuan wants to get up early take torches and walk to school through the connector hahah sure and i'll walk to your house throw stones at your window to wake you up. went to centrepoint on sunday night we walked in marks and spencer bought happy food so funny we bought a packet of round white mint sweets no one other than ants will know if i put them in my cupboard. the sweets look like mothballs. figure tx the alarm clock rings and i dont want to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110778207182457409?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110778207182457409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110778207182457409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110778207182457409' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110770126104716379</id><published>2005-02-06T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T22:47:41.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello short post only staying here for awhile schs been stressful ive been quite stressed up and homework takes up so much time i dont have time to revise exams are next week. but actually compared to others my stress is nothing everybodys complaining about stress like their lives are already taken over theyre crying screaming growing bunches of white hair. huh we're sec3, how will sec4 be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best solution: would you like to turn to Jesus for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110770126104716379?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110770126104716379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110770126104716379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110770126104716379' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110752711634113729</id><published>2005-02-04T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T22:25:16.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi no i wasnt kidding when i said i couldnt fit in the shoe that was why i wore slippers with the cchak bandage i found from the first aid kit clarice and i bought for ubin hike half a year ago. it was swollen but i could still walk properly it wouldnt hurt without touching it. the vein was at the side what. took every inch of care of my foot extra extra precautions like not wearing my shoes to sch and not swinging my leg. oh lame la but i want to heal it fully if not it'll keep spraining next time and affect what i want i want i want to do nx time .read the curious night of dog murder the time in the incident book while waiting for the queue beep to flash number 56 ha       ha mad cute. what logic of common sense questions,its all bao-ed now. gandang means ? i didnt understand what she meant by jin tian yao bao yao my mother had to translate and she went haha why you so gandang. hahah oh chinese was so funny jinghui's funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ruffle through shake my hand tie it up and start the puppet show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110752711634113729?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110752711634113729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110752711634113729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110752711634113729' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110732306331645292</id><published>2005-02-02T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T17:29:07.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110732306331645292?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110732306331645292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110732306331645292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110732306331645292' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110732070482061489</id><published>2005-02-02T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T13:05:04.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didnt mean sorry as in sorry lah i meant it as sorry sorry thats why i put your initials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110732070482061489?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110732070482061489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110732070482061489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110732070482061489' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110700556894621716</id><published>2005-01-29T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T21:32:48.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling huh cus i bitched about D and I. sorry lah but if you really get on my nerves i'll just blab everything to the person and persons conveniently next to me. but i'll stop from nw on even if you cnue being irritating. i'll try with effort hard enough to move a stone.since it always feels bad after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110700556894621716?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110700556894621716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110700556894621716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110700556894621716' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110674481828535212</id><published>2005-01-26T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:06:58.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>almost like everything almost like nothing&lt;br /&gt;singsong sentence blog&lt;br /&gt;isnt the when you get off kind of six eleven too much to take&lt;br /&gt;not holding on to things going way out of God's plan i dont really need to have time for you dont fill or feel up my mind isnt the when you get off kind of six eleven too much to take&lt;br /&gt;one year one week of unknowingly out out out to happen for some reason a reason after one week after the one year one week i knew the weeks after proved to be better than the knowledge just out of my way.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110674481828535212?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110674481828535212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110674481828535212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110674481828535212' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110622822554783212</id><published>2005-01-20T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T21:39:52.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week has been extraordinary miracles come with faith miracles come at the least expected times at least came at the least expected times for me when the devil kept striking me shooting the lies of the situations at me putting me down making me cry but with faith came miracles with the faith to step out into the dark and risk everything making the decision to trust The God that will defend me from the attacks. through Him i can do everything by myself everything goes wrong. God saves God changes lives.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;hi everyone, hi crickets. we went to seoul garden yesterday and it was alot of money but it was majority against minority so we spent our time in seoul garden instead of the food court. we went before tuition. anw the desert part was funny.. thought the thousand island sauce was strawberry cream so my desert turned out sour. but i couldnt fig out what was wrong HEH so funny! we ate and ate for hours and hours and laughing filled up 3/4 space in my stomach and 20 fishballs were sth to start with hahahah. "why you take so many fishballs?" it was my first time at seoul garden ive never been in one before. wnt pp after the test today and sat at yoshinoya but i didnt eat because i had food from schl. sat and talked laughedtalked and roared. sarita ate chicken which had bathed hahaha dawn took 12 home with sarita zixuan took bus home with me and jinghui is rich so she took a cab home. i am really going to fail the adm test? Praise Him if at the situation because the future will happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill the hate in me rid the jealousy out of.&lt;br /&gt;Change my life let my heart be Pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110622822554783212?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110622822554783212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110622822554783212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110622822554783212' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110579000000254762</id><published>2005-01-15T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T19:53:20.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+&lt;br /&gt;hungry,i come to You to be satisfied i am empty but i know Your love does not run dry-so i wait for You. i'm falling on my knees!&lt;br /&gt;broken,i run to You for Your arms are open wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended up being so tired, aft all the work and all the running after the world my legs are close to being broken for the world is ever changing. so weary so tired too unrealising of the spiritual self i had and have to feed i starved it. but Jesus doesnt let me go He continues and He gives me the verse Come to me all who are tired and weary; and i will give you rest. somehow it appeared everywhere i reread and reread it felt it was important God is always there to give me the strength i need,tired or weary, when i come to a point to find that im unable, He is able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110579000000254762?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110579000000254762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110579000000254762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110579000000254762' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110562510542230093</id><published>2005-01-13T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:08:46.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>camp was okay i found out smth from the camp- 3/4's btr than i thgt :)haha oh man i slept at the door and had to wake up the same time as the people who woke up at 530 cus they walked in and out. assembling time was 8am okay ahh i have potatobags under my eyes man. ok kidding wasnt your fault i knw there were reasons for waking up at 530 the toilet queues went as long as the line for macs hello kitty soft toys.&lt;br /&gt;amazing race was fun everything was fun lah actlly. for night walk we went in fours was quite scary when daphne behind me started humming. at first i was like okay whos that hahaha. oh yah seriously we had such a gd instructor she was so supportive of us and she gives untypical advice and debriefs which made me think more more more than i usually do life skills wise. of course the camp started out as usual camps start out like wth why did i sign up for this camp hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110562510542230093?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110562510542230093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110562510542230093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110562510542230093' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110527511218431042</id><published>2005-01-09T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T20:51:52.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so neutrally butterflied about tmr&lt;br /&gt;hello and bye i'll be out of the everything i dont get way away away i hope i'll be -jang&lt;br /&gt;\worthy is the Lamb seated on the throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110527511218431042?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110527511218431042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110527511218431042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110527511218431042' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110518873019080232</id><published>2005-01-08T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T20:52:10.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bored i've visited the whole world's blogs already and friendster's quite funny . so much work to do but i dont feel like touching them. the sec1 orientation ended around 9 yesterday with a campfire to close. thank God He held the rain and gave only small amounts of rain :) :). went to the pac room aft the guides orientation and then to the canteen to have our free dinner heh heh heh. then to the bball court for awhile and then joined them and they started the campfire with sparks. the campfire was okay la qt fun. i was trying to action enthu by putting my right hand in put my right hand out we go in out in out shake it all about ;we do the hokey pokey and we turn ourselves about (no one turned with me) thats what its all about . see lah but okay they did it afterwardS. we went to tm after tuition today and during neoprints sarita was tongues out tongues out! and jacqueline heard thumbs up so she was like thumbs up everybody thumbs up! and the machine was super fast so we just did what jacqueline said and the picture turned out to be obiang hahaha like we were advertising for that peanut brand. old math donerh old mathdonerh old macdonalds i'm supposed to be doing that thing called studying now but im not in the mood maybe later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110518873019080232?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110518873019080232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110518873019080232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110518873019080232' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110500561706419047</id><published>2005-01-06T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T18:00:17.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this has to be fastfast faast ive 2 minutes left im going to have to finish all hmwk by today its due tmr those articles hahaha okay bye going now rmb to bring uniform tmr everyone oh ya lol sarita luckily you bought berms haha um bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110500561706419047?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110500561706419047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110500561706419047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110500561706419047' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110491831431609332</id><published>2005-01-05T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T17:45:14.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's proving to be harder than the standard i never once set. lifes with the the typical emolly physically mentally kind of sentence seeping in. and other than school theres everything else to worry abt. -laughs. but i have The solution man any other burden is over. oh i dont think i'll have any chance of taking fnn anymore thrs 29 taking fnn and 43 minus 29 taking art. like appealing again will have any effect- i cant draw i cant draw clingclingcling wow. bye im going to jump into my tv and get into homeworkville Oh yah congratulations to the psl position holders. cheers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110491831431609332?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110491831431609332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110491831431609332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110491831431609332' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110482960561713849</id><published>2005-01-04T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T17:06:45.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>christians are still humans. christians dont dont have low times, we all have low times. but dont let feelings overtake us, cus our refuge is still in God. hard and solid build that foundation. i dont feel like loving 2005, i feel like saying 2004 was a much more comfortable year. but 2005 is the year i have to face to, because i know that im living through 2005 for a reason. here i am Lord, send me. He says the harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. He revealed to us the task of evangelising. He has told us and let us express knowingly through Him the urgency of the unsaved. all we have to do is to be obedient to God's voice, and fix your eyes on Him, ignoring the insults and the matter of conformation for their values, knowing your reward afterwards will be greater than anything on earth . nothing of that was from me, God was holding my hand. i feel less discouraged knowing nothing should be based on feelings, but everything based on faith. as lilings msn nick- Cast your cares on the Lord and He will sustain you Psalms 55:22. King of Majesty, i have one desire Just to be with You my Lord just to be with You my Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110482960561713849?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110482960561713849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110482960561713849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110482960561713849' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110458019355988885</id><published>2005-01-01T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:49:53.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110458019355988885?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110458019355988885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110458019355988885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110458019355988885' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110448615052450718</id><published>2004-12-31T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T17:42:30.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah ok. i dont know the meaning of nostalgic probably. i dont want an entry on what 2004 was like because, the only thing that happened was that and it let me see that of course God's plan is beautiful. He prepared me for one year since dec1 of 03 till recently in dec to see what it was like to know my Reason for living. its always been a fake answer probably but aft this and i hope it develops , i know my Reason for living is Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110448615052450718?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110448615052450718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110448615052450718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110448615052450718' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110441129959535749</id><published>2004-12-30T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T20:55:18.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello im back from KL. the trip was so bad i dont know where to start. our hotels got mixed up and we ended up staying at some chachak hotel for the first night. it was disgusting had ants under the blankets and the coach was so bad it was 10 hours cus of the jam and some vomitted cus of carsickness. then we wanted to go to KLCC cus it was so late at almost 7pm already we wanted to have food we didnt even have lunch so we went there and had our food then i wanted to go to the toilet but we didnt have coins and the person didnt have change and she didnt want to let us go cus we went in when she wasnt there we didnt know we had to pay and we already were out of the toilet when we saw the lady and the sign. in the end some unknown paid for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no lah , the only piece of truth from that paragraph was "hello im back from KL". the coach trip there was 8 hours, the fro trip was 6 hours. altogether i spent 14 hours eating alot disturbing my sister praying reading the chinese school storybook thinking of scenes and making myself talk mentally on what the other person in my scene would say and replying talking laughing sweeping crumbs off my tshirt and making my seat lie down. the rest of the time was spent on Hillsong and Yellowcard. and hearing the unbearable music from my best friend. on one side was my sister, and on the other was my best friend. for the to trip we had the seats right in front. for the fro trip we had the right at the back seats and i was at the back with the toilet beside me with the metal toilet bowl inside with the music that was dot dot dot dot dot. but i had Hillsong and Yellowcard to drown. and the seats at the back were taller than the rest i could see everybodys heads oh kay i am so no life talking about everything in my world that no one wants to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110441129959535749?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110441129959535749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110441129959535749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110441129959535749' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110405945718487534</id><published>2004-12-26T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T19:14:43.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todays boxing carn rocked somewhat why but anw the games were fun we got badges of our faces but only 9 of us were thr and then we went to play in the kiddie castle thing it was super fun joan and aunty ailing wnt too we were jumping and piling and playing and competing who got down first and jolene slammed me down so i lost melissa won we were all laughing like mad and horridly hypered up. haha the fun lasted for awhile only though. 15 mins per game i think. we had free coupons cus doreas father bought all and gave them away. kind kind very very. lol he wanted to do it for charity. oh ya alot of people got dunked in the bucket where you throw the ball and if it hits the lever the person sitting on the board who were mainly church teachers and pastors would get dunked inside the big bucket. there were performances and some motorcar game frm the arcade type. joycelyn and her brother took part in the lookalike contest the judges gave them very low for their face features but very high for their hair when joycelyn's hair is long her brother's is short lol i dont know why. they went to argue and the judges pointed at the rules and reg-the judges' decision is final and non-negotiatable haha. went to the coffeeshop afterwards and the uncle had no business frm our church like usual cus of the carnival so he asked us some qns and then we left after eating. btw im leaving for KL tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110405945718487534?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110405945718487534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110405945718487534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110405945718487534' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110398144312021792</id><published>2004-12-25T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T21:31:33.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its christmas. had a family gathering yesterday like every year other than with a new addition to our family chloe. Jesus i love You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110398144312021792?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110398144312021792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110398144312021792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110398144312021792' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110381391135499836</id><published>2004-12-23T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T12:02:31.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had caroling yesterday:) with some meta people and melissa. met at cityhall ard 2 and walked to one of their churches st andrews i think. practiced and prayed till 545. tried to get the sign lang of we are the reason chorus but cannot la im quite slow haha. then went for dinner at raffles place across the str. by the time we got to esplanade it was qt dark thn began walking all over. there was this band playing and so we went further to the merlion and started singing. it was quite pathetic many ignored us cus we had only around 8 and a guitar but still praise the Lord He knows the reason for this. then gave out tracts and moved to the bridge walkway at the side of the road connecting the merlion place to the esplanade it was nice there cus of the lights. we started singing and gave out tracts agn. then aft awhile we stopped and dunno wht hapned they wanted to have worship melissa suggstd King of Majesty on the bridge anywhere in the middle quite funny but we started clapping and singing to Jesus to Jesus to Jesus! went orchard and they went to pray for people along orchard rd cus they couldnt do street e wasnt allowed i think. but melissa and i couldnt stay it was late so we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110381391135499836?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110381391135499836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110381391135499836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110381391135499836' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110351056131960692</id><published>2004-12-20T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T10:42:41.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOVING AMIDST HATE &lt;br /&gt;by Ray C. Stedman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is harder, loving people whom you do not like, or loving people who do not like you? Most of us would be hard pressed to answer that, yet we are often called on to do these very things. How practical, how down to earth is the Word of God! It deals with issues right where we live. This very week you may be called on to love somebody you do not like, or love someone who does not like you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In John 15 we are learning how to do this. Jesus has already revealed the fundamental secret of Christian living, out of which everything else flows. These seven words of Jesus, "You in me and I in you," are, in my estimation, the most profound truth ever revealed on this planet. Discovering their meaning is the business of the Christian life. Like Einstein's formula, E = mc2, this simple statement is a description of unbelievable power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here John describes the three things that will happen when this principle begins to work itself out in life. The first result is described in the opening verses of Chapter 15, under the symbol of the vine and its branches, and the fruit the vine produces. When we begin to put into practice the concept "You in me and I in you," the first person who is changed is ourselves. We grow more Christlike. We display the "fruit of the Spirit." We become more gentle, more gracious, more loving, more easy to live with, more able to cope, more panic-proof. We begin to handle life the way we were intended to do. That is what it means to become Christlike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look now at a brief paragraph in which our Lord describes the change that will happen in our relationships with each other within the community of faith. Then, in the last section of Chapter 16, Jesus states the attitudes we must show toward a hostile world around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, in the words of Jesus, is the secret of loving others whom you do not like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends if you do what I command you. No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you. You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit and that your fruit should abide; so that whatever you ask the Father in my name, he may give it to you. This I command you, to love one another." {John 15:12-17 RSV}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are Christians at all, if his life is in us and we are in him, then we do not have any option in this matter. Both at the beginning and at the end of this paragraph we are commanded to "love one another." Many are troubled by that. "How can you command love?" they ask. "Love is a feeling. Some people you love, some you don't. If you don't like them you can't make yourself love them. You can tolerate them, but you can't love them." But people who say such things do not understand what the Bible means when it uses the word "love." The idea, widespread in the world, which regards love as a feeling that automatically comes when one has a certain affinity toward another, limits love only to those we naturally like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the command of our Lord is quite different. It is put as a command because real love, God's love, is a decision to act for the benefit of someone else no matter how you feel about him or her. Until we understand that, there is no way we can even begin to obey our Lord's command. Love is a decision to be kind, gracious, considerate, helpful, firm, or whatever will minister to another's benefit no matter how you feel. That is the love Jesus commands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it is not merely a duty to be performed. Taken that way it sounds difficult and without delight. But Jesus adds a phrase here which becomes a powerful motive to enable us to obey this command. This is very important. It is not merely a law -- "Love one another" -- that is laid upon us, but there is also a motive provided, found in these words, "as I have loved you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever considered how difficult it was, at times, for Jesus to love these disciples? It's because they were just like us! They could be stubborn, quarrelsome, selfish, ambitious, often presumptuous men. They insulted him, ignored, and disobeyed him at times. He did not always automatically feel love for them. How else can we explain those times when he said to them, "How long must I be with you?" {Matt 17;17, Mark 919, Luke 9:41}. It was clearly a strain to be around them. As Hebrews 12 says, "he endured the contradiction of sinners against himself," {cf, Heb 12:3 KJV}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How then did he love them? We find the answer in Verse 9 of the previous section. "As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you;" {John 15:9 RSV}. There is the key to love. It is not trying to love someone by determining to feel loving and making yourself act that way. Love comes naturally and flows fully out of a heart that is itself conscious of being loved. When Jesus had difficulty loving these men he didn't simply grit his teeth and try to be nice. He began to reflect on how the Father loved him, how wonderful it was to be approved and loved of God. He strengthened and steadied himself with the fact that the Father cherished him. That is why he went out on the hillsides at times to pray and renew himself in the Father's love. Then he could come back and endure with patience the follies, futilities, and fragilities of these men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how we are to love also. When you struggle with loving somebody, when someone irritates you, and you do not feel like loving him or her, review Christ's love for you. Think not only of the cross, but of his present dealings with you, how he cares for you, supports you and acknowledges you as one of his own, how he tenderly provides for you and disciplines you. You will find a wonderful thing happening. Paul describes it in Romans 8, "The love of God which is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Spirit" begins to flow out to others around you. I have learned that not everybody is as loving, patient, gracious and kind as I am! Have you found that too? People are hard to love at times. I have had to learn not to try to love them, to grit my teeth and try to be patient (although I do have to make a decision to do so) but to reflect again upon this sacred secret, that God loves me. Out of that realization flows love for others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does Jesus command us to love and tell us how to do it, but he goes on to say what that love will look like when it is present. How does love, God's kind of love, manifest itself when it is worked out in life? Certainly it is not in mere words. It is not joining hands on a Sunday morning and singing, "They will know we are Christians by our love." There is nothing wrong with that, but it is not, in itself, a manifestation of the love of God. The kind of love Jesus is talking about is manifested in deeds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He states three ways in which true love will appear: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, "Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." Those words are inscribed on the headstone on the grave of Dawson Trotman, the founder of the Navigators, high on the hillside overlooking Glen Eyrie, in Colorado Springs. Trotman was drowned in a boating accident in a lake in northern New York. He and some young people had been taking a joyride, but the boat had swung too sharply and they had all been thrown into the water. One of the girls could not swim and Dawson knew it. He could have saved himself, but instead he swam to this girl, brought her back to the boat, helped the others lift her up into the boat, but by the time her panic had subsided, and they turned around to help him he was gone. Thus they wrote on his grave, "Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot go further than that; that is the point Jesus is making. There is no need to contrast this with the fact that Jesus died for his enemies. He is talking here about what you can do for your friends, and no one can do more than to die. But he surely means more than getting yourself killed on their behalf. If that is what he meant, you can only do that once and then it is over. No, this describes a process. There are levels of "laying down your life." It means to give of yourself, to take part of your life and to give it on behalf of someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday nights our whole church facility is taken over by many Vietnamese families, young people and old alike, who are learning to read and speak English and studying the Bible. That ministry came into being because a couple from our congregation "laid down their life" for these people. They began to take the time to help them, to study with them, to provide things they needed. That work has reached a whole community. The same thing has happened with Polish families. Some have "laid down their life" on behalf of these families, and the result is they are being reached and helped in a wonderful way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Easter Sunrise Service, Sid McDonald, a new Christian, shared his experience. Among other things he said these words which impressed me: "Jesus said, 'You shall love your neighbor as yourself,' but I found I could not do that alone. When I was the center of my life it was hard to put others first. But when I asked Christ to be the center of my life, with the power of the Holy Spirit living through me, Christ can do it for me. Life is so much more fulfilling in being able to do for others. It gives me a sense of joy and inner peace that I have never had before." That is what Jesus is describing. It is not always to look out for yourself but being willing to lay down part of your life (your money, your time), for someone else. That is the first way love appears. It is a matter of self-denying service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Jesus says, "You are my friends if you do what I command you. No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you." In those words our Lord is lifting these men from the level of mere slaves, who must obey because it is to their best interests to do so, to another, more intimate, level -- friends -- who want to obey because they have been allowed into the inner secrets of another person's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you tell the difference between your acquaintances and your friends? Friends are the ones you call on the phone and tell them what you are going through, or share a joy with them. You let them into your life. Jesus says: "I cannot call you servants any longer. I have told you too much. I have told you all the secrets my Father has told me." In Matthew he said, "I have come to utter secrets that have been hid since the foundation of the world," {cf, Matt 13:35}. Men who have heard such secrets can no longer be regarded as mere servants; they are friends. More than that, Jesus had shared his struggles, his pains, with these disciples. Very shortly he will say to Peter, James, and John, "Come apart with me. My soul is exceeding sorrowful unto death. Come and pray with me," {cf, Matt 26:30, Mark 14:34}. He will ask them to share his struggle, share his hurt. That is love. Love is an open sharing of who you are and what you feel, taking down the facades, and being real with people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the power of small group ministries. I urge all Christians to get into a small group. Agree together to do some service, some ministry in the Lord's name, but also take time to share with one another who you are. Let them in on what you are really like. That is loving them as Jesus describes. It can be likened to what I heard once about sand hill cranes, those great birds that fly in "V" formations across the sky. I was told three remarkable things about these birds. First, there is always a leader. He sets the direction for the others following, which way they are to go. But the second thing is, it is never the same leader! They share leadership, taking turns being out in front, setting the direction and the goal of the group. The third thing is, the others following keep honking all the time, encouraging the leader, "Keep it up! Good going! That's the way to go!" That is a small group ministering together. That is what our Lord is describing here. Mutual sharing is a form of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the third mark of love follows: "You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you [the word is, "strategically placed" you] that you should go and bear fruit and that your fruit should remain so that ["so that" -- do not miss that connection; you are to bear fruit "so that"] whatever you ask the Father in my name, he may give it to you." Jesus is saying to these men, "Wherever you are, remember that I put you there." That is what he is saying to us, too. "I strategically placed you right in the midst of those difficult people you have to work with, so that amidst the difficulty, the pressure and the pain you might become a gracious, loving, patient, thoughtful, powerful Christian. Bear fruit, and in the process you can ask the Father for the needs of these people and God will begin to move in their lives as well." Life-related praying. That is what Jesus says it means to "love one another." Self-denying service, mutual sharing, and life-related praying. That is love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for loving those we do not like. Now, what about our attitude toward those who do not like us? The Lord continues: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the world hates you, know that it has hated me before it hated you. If you were of the world, the world would love its own; but because you are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world, therefore the world hates you. Remember the word that I said to you, 'A servant is not greater than his master.' If they persecuted me, they will persecute you; if they kept my word, they will keep yours also." {John 15:18-20 RSV}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the strangest puzzle to a new Christian is the sudden and always surprising hostility he meets when he first tells his family or his friends about the new life he has found in Christ. In the past when he shared with them about joys he had found they all became excited with him and reacted positively, but when he tells them about Christ he runs into a strange resistance. No one seems interested. They look at him strangely. They draw back and do not encourage him. This has confused and bewildered many a new Christian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here our Lord helps us understand the hostility of the world. He says two basic things that we must note: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there is nothing personal about this type of reaction. He says, "It happened to me, too." Jesus experienced it, and he was perfect. We can, of course, offend people by our aggressiveness at times, yet much of the hostility we run into when we talk about our faith as Christians is not directed at us at all, even though it feels to us as if it is. It is very helpful to remember that Jesus had the same experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Jesus says it will come because you are now a different person than you were. "If you were of the world, the world would love its own; but because you are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world, therefore the world hates you." You are different, and the world does not like anything different. The one unrelenting pressure of society around us is to conform, to shape up. When the man who invented the umbrella first tried it out on the streets of London in the last century, he was pelted with stones and rotten vegetables just because he was different. You don't have to be religious to be persecuted. Have you ever been persecuted in traffic? Well, how do you react? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus says it can happen anywhere. If you are different it will happen. Peter speaks of this. In the fourth chapter of his first letter he says something very helpful: "Let the time that is past suffice for doing what the Gentiles like to do, living in licentiousness, passions, drunkenness, revels, carousing and lawless idolatry. They are surprised that you do not now join them in the same wild profligacy, and they abuse you," {1 Pet 4:3-4 RSV}. That abuse is because you are different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard once of a young man who had just become a Christian and his worldly friends were accusing him, "You know, you're no fun any more. You don't do any of the things we used to do together. You don't get drunk, you don't sleep around, you don't gamble, you don't steal gas or anything any more." He very wisely replied, "You have it wrong. I do all those things that I want to do. I steal all the gas I want. I get drunk as many times as I want. I sleep around with girls any time I want. The thing is, I don't want to any more. It is my wants that have changed." He went on to explain that he had occasional temptations along these lines. It was not always easy to say no, but there was a difference, there was a change. He now wanted to be different and when he failed he hated it. That is what this describes. Jesus says you will be different and therefore your friends will treat you coolly and even harshly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, Jesus declares, persecution cannot be avoided: "Remember the word that I said to you, 'A servant is not greater than his master."' I know some who can hardly bear the idea of being rejected by anybody for anything. They tend to conform, to compromise in any way they can. Jesus says, "Now watch out. Remember, you are not better than I. God is not going to deliver you from this kind of pressure any more than he delivered me. If 1, your Master, had to go through this type of temptation so will you." It cannot be avoided, so face up to it. It is part of following Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch last week with Brother Andrew, the man who has been called "God's Smuggler." He has faced the hostility of anti-Christian governments all over the world as he has carried in Bibles to the believers in these countries. Now he is involved not so much in Bible distribution as in ministering to the persecuted saints behind the Iron Curtains of the world. He told me how he encourages them by quoting often a verse from Psalm 18, "By my God I can run through a troop; by Him I can leap over a wall," {cf, Psa 18:29}. He asks them, "What do you think it takes to run through a troop and to leap over a wall?" The answer he gets is usually something about faith. Then he says, "No, what it takes is a troop and a wall. How are you going to run through a troop if there is no troop? How are you going to leap over a wall if there is no wall?" There must be opposition, persecution, pressure and resistance or you cannot demonstrate that you are equipped by God to handle that kind of situation. Thus Jesus says here, it cannot be avoided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but there is good news, too. The last point is, it will not be universal. "If they persecuted me, they will persecute you; if they kept my word, they will keep yours also." There will also be much success. There will be some who will listen, who will be changed and delivered. Therefore, take heart. They will keep your word as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing he says about the world's hatred is, it is very deep-rooted. You are not going to eliminate persecution, much as you would like to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But all this they will do to you on my account, because they do not know him who sent me. If I had not come and spoken to them, they would not have sin; but now they have no excuse for their sin. He who hates me hates my Father also. If I had not done among them the works which no one else did, they would not have sin; but now they have seen and hated both me and my Father. It is to fulfill the word that is written in their law, 'They hated me without a cause.'" {John 15:21-25 RSV}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus identifies the basic cause of this deep-rooted problem as godlessness. It is because "they do not know him who sent me." It is startling to realize that the people he was talking about were the religious leaders of the day. These were men of God, supposedly, who prided themselves on their knowledge of God. But Jesus said they did not know the real God. They had the wrong god, a false god. They thought they were worshipping the real God but they were not. There is probably no better example of this than that young hot-headed Pharisee, Saul of Tarsus. When he became the Apostle Paul he gave his testimony and said, "In those days I thought there were many things that I ought to do against Jesus of Nazareth. But I received mercy because I did it ignorantly in unbelief," {cf, 1 Tim 1:12-13}. Ignorance is the basic problem of the world. Much of the temptation and persecution we face is because people are ignorant of the real God, though they think they know him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Jesus says, these men are personally inexcusable because they had heard his words and saw his works. When someone is exposed to the truth and still rejects it his condemnation is double. They rejected his words and thus manifested their hatred of his Father. They ignored his works, the predicted works of the Messiah, and so compounded their hate. But, Jesus says it was all a fulfillment of prophecy. God knew it would happen. They fulfilled the word that said, "They hated me without a cause," {cf, Psa 35:19, 69:4}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should we respond to the hatred of the world? In the last section Jesus tells us what to do about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But when the Counselor comes, whom I shall send to you from the Father, even the Spirit of truth, who proceeds from the Father, he will bear witness to me; and you also are witnesses, because you have been with me from the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have said all this to you to keep you from falling away. They will put you out of the synagogues; indeed, the hour is coming when whoever kills you will think he is offering service to God. And they will do this because they have not known the Father, nor me. But I have said these things to you, that when their hour comes you may remember that I told you of them." {John 15:26 - 16:4}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four remarkable things here: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, by what means should we respond? "The Spirit is coming," Jesus promises. For us, of course, he has already come. For these men when he comes, Jesus says, "he will bear witness to you" -- not to the world. Somehow these words have gotten all twisted. We have read them as though the Spirit is coming to bear witness to the world. He is not. His is a witness "to you," within you. It is a witness that Jesus is truly alive, truly your Lord, powerful and truly sovereign. That is what will encourage you to witness. I want to confess to you that I am tired of classes on witnessing, to teach people the mechanics of witness. You never find such anywhere in the Scriptures. Those who have experienced the reality of Jesus, by means of the Spirit, do not have any problem witnessing. They only talk about what has happened to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus makes that his next point. He says, "You also are witnesses because you have been with me from the beginning." Clearly he is referring to the apostles here, but it also applies to us. How do you witness? You tell someone about what has happened to you, that is all. You review what God has done for you, what he means to you, what he has been to you from the beginning of your Christian life. That is the only truly effective witness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third point he makes is: Keep it up despite the fierceness of the persecution. "They will cast you out of the synagogues. They will kill you and think they are offering service to God." The world's persecution can be very rabid, virulent and violent, but the Lord says, "don't run away." He will stand by you to steady you. In those circumstances keep talking about what Jesus is to you, despite the fierceness of the persecution. Paul could say about his appearance before Nero, "The Lord stood by me and gave me strength to proclaim the message fully," {cf, 2 Tim 4:17a RSV}. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final point he makes is: "I have told you all this beforehand." You are forewarned. Do not be surprised when it comes. Again, Peter picks that up: "Do not be surprised at the fiery ordeal which is trying you," {cf, 1 Pet 4:12}. It is part of the process, it is what Jesus said would happen. Let us get rid once and for all of this dream of settling down in this world, to be liked by everybody and having no problems and no hardships. "They that live godly in Christ Jesus will suffer persecution," {cf, 2 Tim 3:12}. There is a war going on, but victory is certain. The question is, "Are we on the right side?" Let us not retaliate against resistance, but respond with truth and courage in our hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for the teaching of Jesus, faithful, honest, forthright, telling us exactly what will happen. Help us not to be surprised but to be patient and loving in return. We ask in His name. Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Loving amidst Hate &lt;br /&gt;By: Ray C. Stedman &lt;br /&gt;Series: The Gospel of John &lt;br /&gt;Scripture: John 15:12 - 16:4 &lt;br /&gt;Message No: 41 &lt;br /&gt;Catalog No: 3871 &lt;br /&gt;Date: April 14, 1985 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-christy's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110351056131960692?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110351056131960692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110351056131960692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110351056131960692' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110319647531186725</id><published>2004-12-16T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T19:27:55.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;melissas theory of living life when youre neutral is right quite right i can only eat when i feel neutral i can only study when i feel neutral if i either feel happy or sad even if its 1% above or below neutral i cant eat neither can i study well. and i have a feeling this matter's going to drag on for very long because i wont take the initiative haha i wont get the honours to stop all my worrying and eat well study well throw away some emotions that might turn bad if i dont nurture them. the greater the expectations the greater the disappointment. give me a christmas tree to make me believe that isnt true. but what if the question went like this: what do i want under it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop it youre turning your life into a drama serial.&lt;br /&gt;curse your heart, your only love sprung from your only hate.&lt;br /&gt;give me a ROFL&lt;br /&gt;i'll grow up one day and find that i wont understand what i wrote at this age&lt;br /&gt;cus the feelings will all be forgotten,if not buried six feet under. &lt;br /&gt;ROFL&lt;br /&gt;that was wrong. give me a real one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110319647531186725?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110319647531186725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110319647531186725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110319647531186725' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110316412797697955</id><published>2004-12-16T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T10:28:47.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to send the hk mission tripers off we all had to wake up at five. went there sat through breakfast with them and their families then went to have bk after sending them off.the Lord be with youall&lt;3 im feeling tired but restless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110316412797697955?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110316412797697955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110316412797697955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110316412797697955' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110292988622430602</id><published>2004-12-13T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T17:24:46.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear life,im bored and you know it. the fact that words produce more tellings than pictures tell a thousand can be made into an argumentative message of o level essay but no one would understand the whatever do whatever say usages. try this go to create message press 569 what did you get if you had my phone it'll show low, now press the plus sign and it turns to joy .the joy Jesus brought upon faces that were once low. low=569 joy=569. your life could turn from low to joy. if only you'd take the bold step to pressing the + sign. The plus sign, the plus-Jesus-in-my-life sign ! give me joy in my heart keep it higher higher burning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110292988622430602?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110292988622430602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110292988622430602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110292988622430602' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110285701689743116</id><published>2004-12-12T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T21:11:45.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo! vebeen waiting for this day for years-when sss worships like tht yessss God is almighty very! had to come for church today though was halfway doing childnurse was actually afraid cus no one could replace me i thought mrs teo wouldnt allow but i prayed of course thats what i do when nothing else and no way could be made it was testimony and worship changing day oh yayyay today made history! :) lol for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have turned my mourning into dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110285701689743116?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110285701689743116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110285701689743116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110285701689743116' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254324.post-110274628179511633</id><published>2004-12-11T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T17:43:05.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God put the phrase we want to soar high for God in my head before the camp to prepare me. i never knew the theme of the camp was freedom to soar before that. first day was mad scary had maybe the self instructed vision of the inability to connect with people almost twice my age from university. but God put us all there for a reason that was life changing and even in the end there were good fellowship and trustworthiness many happy many touched our cg was cg9 the one with the pride plucking dance at metamorphosis idle. with people like ken cowell as judges you get the suggestion that idle was meant to be idol. we lost our dignity badly but together. probably good probably bad. our fun during the practices caused laughter fits when practising and the coming up of dance steps from some minds tangibly incorrupted by the world lol mad heck mad heck i would want to hear from God. He was awesome the plans He made were so perfect for everything to happen. He was also the One who gave me the confidence and the assurance that sleeping in one room by myself with the windows open next to a dark forest was okay. He kept me through 5 nights and of course the 6 days fully. through it all "My strength is the strongest when you are weak" my God can conquer all things. Dr dave park was highlighted but he was the spotlight not the one in the spotlight He was pointing the equipment to Jesus for whatever He spoke was God speaking through him. his sermons were the type where you wont fall asleep even though you slept 0 hours the night before spending the whole night at the playground on the swing that creaks. lets see didnt God create us so small and tight with a small perimeter so that the project X that was an evangelistic event where our group were at centrepoint the other also an NUS group at esplanade sharing went and shared with fadzeera. amazing Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh y ou know you know scenes appeared when i closed my eyes of i dont know maybe it was the urgency and the need of the lost and unsaved. there was this game during seminar that was real enough for us to see people suffering in hell when we were up in Heaven saved singing out loud Heaven is a wonderful place heaven is a wonderful place i wanna see my Savior's face, heaven is a wonderful place. it wasn't real torture it was just screaming for them to do jumping jacks and the real torture is going to be much worse than even army trainings and it'll be for eternity. not the verse but just the words: Hebrews 25:10- suddenly appeared in my head and i had no idea what verse or what kind of verse that was but the scenes were real of the people being swallowed into a dark hole and the only Hand that can reach in and pull us all out is God's. ran to my Bible checked Hebrews 25:10 and there werent any chapter 25 but i inverted the thing by God's work i read Hebrews 10:25 and the second part struck me: as you see the Day approaching. the end of the world is near isnt anyone interested to know the way to Heaven yet? if you feel waverish it will probably be too late by then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone like Dr Dave so carefully hand-picked by God said he believed our generation was the one who was going to see Jesus come back again. what will happen to the lost? the harsh truth is hell theres not even time for lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254324-110274628179511633?l=oldheart-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110274628179511633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254324/posts/default/110274628179511633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldheart-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110274628179511633' title=''/><author><name>tingxin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03053988337435471554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
