<?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-19801024</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:58:39.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just As I Am... (I am a Krispy Kreme doughnut)</title><subtitle type='html'>GLAZE &amp; FLAVOUR</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-7444201539696626185</id><published>2009-05-30T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:25:58.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone?....</title><content type='html'>Gone... moved? where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boppinbop.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;poof &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-7444201539696626185?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7444201539696626185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=7444201539696626185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/7444201539696626185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/7444201539696626185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2009/05/gone.html' title='gone?....'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-1843040555330626148</id><published>2009-05-20T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:11:43.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Secondhand Jesus" - Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>Glenn Packiam (formerly of the Desperation Band, currently worship pastor of The Mill, New Life Church's College Ministry) has written a new book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/143476639X/gpackiamc-20"&gt;Secondhand Jesus: Trading Rumors of God for a Firsthand Faith&lt;/a&gt;. Read the first chapter here. I'll let the words speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take the time to read it. You won't regret it I promise. I can't wait for this book to arrive on our shores. &lt;span style=""&gt;Click the button on the upper right hand corner ("toggle full screen") to enlarge the page. 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Huntington, Forum magazine, 1890.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-2339537736933761038?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2339537736933761038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=2339537736933761038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2339537736933761038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2339537736933761038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-people-might-not-like-it-when-i.html' title='Some people might not like it when I post stuff like this...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-8672101281094161202</id><published>2009-05-05T13:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:59:58.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a new post (I love my shoes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/Sf_SylpLk_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Hv29eGl_QCI/s1600-h/IMG_1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/Sf_SylpLk_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Hv29eGl_QCI/s400/IMG_1261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332212250370085874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/Sf_ThoKlNqI/AAAAAAAAATE/cR4fHi_0RpQ/s1600-h/IMG_1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/Sf_ThoKlNqI/AAAAAAAAATE/cR4fHi_0RpQ/s400/IMG_1281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332213058500900514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sperry Topsiders FTW! (OK I am seriously bored... help me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-8672101281094161202?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8672101281094161202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=8672101281094161202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8672101281094161202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8672101281094161202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-new-post-i-love-my-shoes.html' title='I have a new post (I love my shoes)'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/Sf_SylpLk_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/Hv29eGl_QCI/s72-c/IMG_1261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-5783117762044295741</id><published>2009-04-06T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:09:25.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I drew this in church yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SdoaslGOwzI/AAAAAAAAASs/FS7emVZ7D5A/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SdoaslGOwzI/AAAAAAAAASs/FS7emVZ7D5A/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321595262866473778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm into the whole prophetic painting thing...... (and I paid attention I promise)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-5783117762044295741?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5783117762044295741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=5783117762044295741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5783117762044295741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5783117762044295741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-drew-this-in-church-today.html' title='I drew this in church yesterday...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SdoaslGOwzI/AAAAAAAAASs/FS7emVZ7D5A/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-3084368364949714540</id><published>2009-03-27T02:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:29:55.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rooftop Partyyyyyyyy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/ScvJPhdEJ2I/AAAAAAAAASc/Q-w04jz3qyE/s1600-h/Classy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/ScvJPhdEJ2I/AAAAAAAAASc/Q-w04jz3qyE/s400/Classy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317565053556500322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-3084368364949714540?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3084368364949714540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=3084368364949714540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3084368364949714540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3084368364949714540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2009/03/rooftop-partyyyyyyyy.html' title='The Rooftop Partyyyyyyyy...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/ScvJPhdEJ2I/AAAAAAAAASc/Q-w04jz3qyE/s72-c/Classy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-2693075836582510719</id><published>2009-03-12T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:49:30.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potoboop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SbfrdjSCvOI/AAAAAAAAASU/s80e8vmDbTI/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SbfrdjSCvOI/AAAAAAAAASU/s80e8vmDbTI/s400/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311973178426440930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siannnnn.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-2693075836582510719?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2693075836582510719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=2693075836582510719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2693075836582510719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2693075836582510719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2009/03/potoboop.html' title='Potoboop'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SbfrdjSCvOI/AAAAAAAAASU/s80e8vmDbTI/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-315832991543218424</id><published>2009-03-12T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:35:27.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny funny funny...</title><content type='html'>And it ain't racist if THEY came up with it themselves! They just want to laugh at themselves... Haha. Really quite funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CKthceSGlyM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CKthceSGlyM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HdesIbwOYAA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HdesIbwOYAA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-315832991543218424?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/315832991543218424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=315832991543218424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/315832991543218424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/315832991543218424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-funny-funny.html' title='Funny funny funny...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-2260875745447250366</id><published>2009-03-11T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:32:56.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kahmera Peekcharssssss.......</title><content type='html'>So my friends gave me a Holga for my birthday this year. Never used one before. The darn thing felt like a toy in my hands, and I wasted quite a number of exposures which didn't turn out at all. Haha. But here are some of those that DID come out semi-decently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad I must say, for a FIRST timer who probably needs a "Holga For Dummies" book (if it exists haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. Can't wait for my next set of shots. I bought the film already! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SbfWf50nTeI/AAAAAAAAASE/KlGNvRqMgJs/s1600-h/39010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SbfWf50nTeI/AAAAAAAAASE/KlGNvRqMgJs/s400/39010009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311950129092578786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SbfWf4VmBRI/AAAAAAAAASM/zm76R9I2xMk/s1600-h/39010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SbfWf4VmBRI/AAAAAAAAASM/zm76R9I2xMk/s400/39010011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311950128694035730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SbfWflpMO2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/1Q8-hd1cXGI/s1600-h/39010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SbfWflpMO2I/AAAAAAAAAR8/1Q8-hd1cXGI/s400/39010007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311950123675958114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SbfWfS7V0aI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4EsXSv5RH_s/s1600-h/39010004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SbfWfS7V0aI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4EsXSv5RH_s/s400/39010004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311950118651810210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SbfWfXEf6HI/AAAAAAAAARs/CvTjwtJgv9Y/s1600-h/39010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SbfWfXEf6HI/AAAAAAAAARs/CvTjwtJgv9Y/s400/39010002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311950119763961970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-2260875745447250366?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2260875745447250366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=2260875745447250366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2260875745447250366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2260875745447250366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2009/03/kahmera-peekcharssssss.html' title='Kahmera Peekcharssssss.......'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SbfWf50nTeI/AAAAAAAAASE/KlGNvRqMgJs/s72-c/39010009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-80494744474725572</id><published>2009-03-04T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:10:03.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I came home and saw THIS at my door...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/Sa6ZXHPChSI/AAAAAAAAARk/O-Aq6KSz6lE/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/Sa6ZXHPChSI/AAAAAAAAARk/O-Aq6KSz6lE/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309349633074562338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha... yay! REAL wine glasses. (I had been using brandy glasses till now... Hur hur. At least I think that is what they are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys! You touch my heart. Deep deep down down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-80494744474725572?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/80494744474725572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=80494744474725572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/80494744474725572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/80494744474725572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-came-home-and-saw-this-at-my-door.html' title='I came home and saw THIS at my door...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/Sa6ZXHPChSI/AAAAAAAAARk/O-Aq6KSz6lE/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-2185356533429294508</id><published>2009-03-02T14:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:29:32.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>The past 2 weeks have been quite a whirlwind. Ups and downs, highs and lows. I remember going through the some of the days thinking "OK I'm gonna go home and blog about this... and that... and THAT too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I always end up NOT doing it. By the time I am home, I'm pretty much beat and/or find myself distracted with other things. So anyway, here I am now. It's probably gonna be a really short post but I will post anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Fridays ago, we were about to begin cell at my place when we received a call that a friend's dad had just had a heart attack and was in hospital in critical condition. We stopped what we were doing, worshiped God, and then started praying for him and the entire family. I managed to make a call to another group who also came together and prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went to visit him in the hospital, prayed for him together with his wife (friend's mum). I was full of faith, of hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning, he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 hours. Just 2 days. Everything changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following nights were spent going down to the wake to provide support for the friend and her family. People worshiped. Stories were shared. Tears were shed. On Thursday morning last week, a few of us attended the funeral and the burial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the wake service on the 2nd night, my friend's brother and cousin went up to share about the life of their father (and uncle). There was barely a dry eye in the place. I was moved to say the least, but my external expression was no where near a true indication of what was going on inside. A whirlwind mix of thought and emotion which I am still trying to make sense of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to the words they shared. He was an awesome husband, father, uncle, and more. I am certain of it. One look at his wife and children confirms that. Beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a loss for words for most of those few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of everything though, I caught a glimpse, just a tiny glimpse, of beauty. The beauty of the bride of Christ, His church. What an amazing thought to know that on the night the news broke, at least 3 different cell groups from the church dropped what they were doing, and came together in prayer, crying out to the God of all comfort and mercy to be with the family in that time. 1 cell even stopped everything, went to the hospital to be with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church came together. In Love. In Unity. It is moments like these which remind us of how we are part of something much bigger, bigger and greater and more beautiful than just the lives we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts 2 says that the believers had all things in common and gave to one another as they saw the needs. And this was what I believe I saw. That night, the need was strength, comfort, support. Not just that which us humans could give one another, but that which can only be given by the Almighty, the God of all comfort, and the God who is our solid Rock. So we prayed. Prayed during cell. Prayed even when we went back to our respective homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw people giving of themselves in whatever way possible to be there for the family in what seemed like their darkest hour. Amidst the darkness, the church of Christ was given an opportunity to shine, shine bright with the love that never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reflected on the whole experience, I was left with this thought:&lt;br /&gt;Life, is fragile. Every moment of each day presents us with an opportunity. An opportunity NOT to build our own kingdoms, but a chance to tell someone how much we cherish them; a chance to restore a broken relationship; a chance to show someone else the same Grace that has been shown us. We have the opportunity to bless as we have been blessed; to love with a Love that is not our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can make every moment here count for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's father isn't here with us anymore. Those few days, however, provided a chance for many people, including me, ESPECIALLY me, to encounter the living God and His unfailing love. The Name above all names was glorified, by the passing of one man. What am I doing with my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is our Hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When we arrive at eternity's shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When death is just a memory and tears are no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll enter in as the wedding bells ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your bride will come together and we'll sing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'You're Beautiful'... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Beautiful by Phil Wickham)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-2185356533429294508?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2185356533429294508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=2185356533429294508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2185356533429294508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2185356533429294508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2009/03/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-1153934325969029330</id><published>2009-02-24T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:41:39.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IpostvideoswhenIwant toblogbutdon'twannathinkaboutwhattosay</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVA047JAQsk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVA047JAQsk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever done that "25 Things" thing on Facebook, this is for you. (thanks to Michelle Choy for discovering it and putting it up on her blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SUJ-7tCIHTU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SUJ-7tCIHTU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Jackman's performance at the Oscar's. This video totally made my day. He deserves an Oscar for this alone. Listen carefully to the lyrics he sings. He's Australian... so he rocks. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to Walzy for discovering this. I'm so uncreative, untalented, uneverything. I never find anything on my own. I sing. I dance. I steal things &lt;&lt;&lt; even that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-1153934325969029330?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1153934325969029330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=1153934325969029330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/1153934325969029330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/1153934325969029330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2009/02/ipostvideoswheniwant.html' title='IpostvideoswhenIwant toblogbutdon&apos;twannathinkaboutwhattosay'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-7737388447840620030</id><published>2009-01-18T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:49:14.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short girls can't jump...</title><content type='html'>OK hello world, I'm actually alive and have not forgotten the blog. Haha... A detailed update of the past couple of months is long overdue and will follow soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Sunday night, which is normally when my brain goes on holiday, so I am not going to attempt an update post now. I promise it will follow soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, some thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 2008 ended on a really nice note. Thanks to all involved in my birthday surprise.&lt;br /&gt;2. The 1st 2 weeks of 2009 have been pretty awesome so far. =)&lt;br /&gt;3. 2009 is probably going to be one of the toughest years I will have to go through since graduating. But I'm also certain it will be one of the most exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off for now. Full update post to come sometime this week I promise. I shall leave you with 2 photos of Maggie and me attempting to fly at the non-flying Singapore Flyer. Haha!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SXMxkkj_zeI/AAAAAAAAARU/1zTlFpnNZb8/s1600-h/IMG_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SXMxkkj_zeI/AAAAAAAAARU/1zTlFpnNZb8/s400/IMG_1071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292628491450174946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maggie is hilarious...... hahahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SXMxkkj_zeI/AAAAAAAAARU/1zTlFpnNZb8/s1600-h/IMG_1071.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SXMxkzAZySI/AAAAAAAAARc/XGbGvn6N85E/s1600-h/IMG_1072_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SXMxkzAZySI/AAAAAAAAARc/XGbGvn6N85E/s400/IMG_1072_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292628495327414562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-7737388447840620030?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7737388447840620030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=7737388447840620030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/7737388447840620030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/7737388447840620030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2009/01/short-girls-cant-jump.html' title='Short girls can&apos;t jump...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SXMxkkj_zeI/AAAAAAAAARU/1zTlFpnNZb8/s72-c/IMG_1071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-3504088562492051475</id><published>2008-12-23T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:02:39.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zachary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SU_HpEBcFlI/AAAAAAAAARM/7Upof-JFn_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SU_HpEBcFlI/AAAAAAAAARM/7Upof-JFn_Q/s400/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282660396197221970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-3504088562492051475?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3504088562492051475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=3504088562492051475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3504088562492051475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3504088562492051475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/12/zachary.html' title='Zachary...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SU_HpEBcFlI/AAAAAAAAARM/7Upof-JFn_Q/s72-c/IMG_0426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-8288920912833020015</id><published>2008-12-06T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:36:53.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Michael...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.biscuet.com/general/dear-michael/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; warmed my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Michael,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me welcome you to this crazy place called earth. I know you’ve been bouncing around inside my sister for 9 months and i’m sure that’s a wild experience, but trust me, it gets crazier. Right now we’re still counting how many hours you’ve been with us, but soon you’ll be 5 years old. Then you’ll be 12. And before we can blink we’ll turn around and you’ll be going to college. So, as your wise uncle, let me say a few things before all that happens. I hope one day when you’re old enough to understand what’s happening around you that you’ll think it’s cool that i was in China when you entered the world. Maybe you’ll even come visit. I’m going to personally make it my goal that your first word is a Mandarin word, not English. Oh wait, i was supposed to be giving you words of wisdom. Ok, here we go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First, the world is not too big for you to make a difference. Live for the grandness of God. Make your life about something bigger than yourself. Love deeply. Give fully. Sacrifice greatly. Walk confidently. Make mistakes. Fail. Stand up. Live abundantly. Know grace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second, you have wise grandparents. Talk to them, beg them to pass on this wisdom to you. Your parents are cool too. Your mom is a little goofy, but she’ll take care of you. I have no doubt that your dad will show you how to experience great adventures and will show you a good time and teach you really cool stuff. But, in the midst of all that, don’t forget that your uncle Biscuet is the awesome one. I’ll buy you stuff for Christmas that your parents tell you you’re not allowed to have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, Michael, my final word to you is this: You are meant for amazing things. Experience life to the fullest. Find ultimate satisfaction in who you were created to be. The world is your playground so have fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, i know this is a lot to take in during your first 24 hours on earth, but don’t worry, we’ll help you along the way. For today, just concentrate on what matters to you right now - poop, puke, eat and sleep. We’ll get the ball rolling on our end to show you the cool stuff later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your favorite uncle,&lt;br /&gt;Biscuet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(My sister had her first baby today, December 3, 2008. Michael Alan Burr is his name. He weighed in at 8 pounds 6 ounces.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.biscuet.com/"&gt;Biscuet.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh glenn you're such a sucker for this sorta stuff......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-8288920912833020015?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8288920912833020015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=8288920912833020015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8288920912833020015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8288920912833020015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-michael.html' title='Dear Michael...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-4148185521988455357</id><published>2008-11-13T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:47:14.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken &amp; Poured...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Finished Rob Bell's "Jesus Wants To Save Christians". Yet again, Rob Bell's writings deliver the message with words so simple, yet so powerful that they leave a deep lasting impression on your heart that doesn't fade after you're done with the book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;While, I won't reveal too much, here's some of my favourite quotes. He makes reference to the Eucharist (Holy Communion)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God has made peace with the world through the Eucharist, the good gift, of Jesus. And so Christians take part in a ritual, a meal, a reminder of the Passover, called the Eucharist - also called communion or the Lord's Supper or Mass - as a way of remembering and returning to who God is and what God has done in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Eucharist, as it is with any other ritual, is about something far more significant than the ritual itself.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;***further on, Rob talks about Paul's letter in 2 Corinthians***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gives the world life through the breaking of Christ's body and the pouring out of Christ's blood. And God continues to give the word life through the body of Christ - who Paul tells his friends at Corinth is them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They&lt;/em&gt; are his body. The body of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church is a living Eucharist, because followers of Christ are living Eucharists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christian is a living Eucharist, allowing her body to be broken and her blood to be poured out for the healing of the world.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It is written to the Ephesians that God's "intent was that now, through the church, the manifold wisdom of God should be made known to the rulers and authorities in the heavenly realms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been given everything we need for the fulfilment of the story. And the act of loving the poor is an act of fulfilling, remembering; it's living our hope; it's the fullness of him who fills all things in all ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a building, because no building can ever be big enough for that kind of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eucharist is not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving to those who can't give in return, that's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serving those who have no way to serve in return, that's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking yourself open and pouring yourself out for people who may never say thank you, that's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because God is not fair. This is a God who is defined by action on behalf of the opressed. God is about giving the good gift. Jesus is God's good gift for the healing of the word. The church is Jesus' body, a good gift for the healing of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for the benefit of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the good of those who look different from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A church is an organisation that exists for the benefit of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nonmembers &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(emphasis mine)&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;WOW.... I love that last line. Have we as a church gotten it wrong then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-4148185521988455357?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4148185521988455357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=4148185521988455357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4148185521988455357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4148185521988455357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/11/broken-poured.html' title='Broken &amp; Poured...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-934455150983568863</id><published>2008-11-10T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:46:50.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty Naughty Puppets</title><content type='html'>So the 4 of us (Nettes + Walzy + me) went to watch Avenue Q. Those are some naughty puppets I must say. I can never watch Sesame Street the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here's the downer. To those who might be offended or will be think me a prude or something of the sort, errr I'm not quite sorry? Haha... ok anyway somewhere between songs that question whose life sucks more and about what the actual purpose of the internet is, a thought popped into my head, and refused to leave me for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here's what bothered me: I was thinking about all sources of humour/comedy available to us in the media these days. How many of these rely on racism or sex to get people laughing? Must it be this way? Must we always laugh at the expense of demeaning another race? Or at the cost of reducing something that was meant as a beautiful gift to just a mere recreational act to be laughed at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I did think the show was well put together, and that it was definitely creative in many ways. I laughed at many points. But there seemed to be this voice in my head questioning myself WHY I was laughing, at each of the things I was laughing at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the human race degraded to such a point that only such things are able to make people laugh? What is clean humour in today's age? Would clean humour work? I don't have the answers, but I am thinking. Are these things that we as a generation should be working out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will people be able to laugh in joy, without whacking another person's race, ethnicity, skin color and their related stereotypes? When will they even come closer to seeing sex as it was originally intended? Do I even see it that way? Truly?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough, I could go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SRhdCf3vZ_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/GXSPaimyuqo/s1600-h/P1000941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267062061706209266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SRhdCf3vZ_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/GXSPaimyuqo/s400/P1000941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (the Walzy take one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SRhdCEIboEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7QoYo_Q3jeI/s1600-h/P1000932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267062054260023362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SRhdCEIboEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7QoYo_Q3jeI/s400/P1000932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (the Walzy take one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267062070153518706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SRhdC_VvHnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/UKEw1xkdDBc/s400/P1000943.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (we were trying to look serious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SRhbjfWQECI/AAAAAAAAAQM/n3Wd9Fhodus/s1600-h/P1000945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267060429478170658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SRhbjfWQECI/AAAAAAAAAQM/n3Wd9Fhodus/s400/P1000945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (we weren't really trying to do anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SRha1Kt1EeI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xU3My8EdIMo/s1600-h/P1000946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267059633665937890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SRha1Kt1EeI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xU3My8EdIMo/s400/P1000946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(the dustbin take one... Walzy's got a lightsaber through his head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-934455150983568863?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/934455150983568863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=934455150983568863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/934455150983568863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/934455150983568863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/11/naughty-naughty-puppets.html' title='Naughty Naughty Puppets'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SRhdCf3vZ_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/GXSPaimyuqo/s72-c/P1000941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-3811967671956019594</id><published>2008-11-10T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:49:51.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love kids...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glenn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha... sorry just had to say it. I love kids... And I hope I get the chance to have my own one day. And if I do, and if I had a little girl, she'd be my princess forever (together with her mother of course... haha). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I'll take photographs of her. Running... dancing... playing... like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267056175275561522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SRhXr3NT0jI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ASWssSuWTmw/s400/3018509752_0e22467ae5_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... aiyah this whole post was triggered by this photo (by &lt;a href="http://daleyhake.com/blog/"&gt;Daley Hake&lt;/a&gt; of course).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-3811967671956019594?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3811967671956019594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=3811967671956019594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3811967671956019594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3811967671956019594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/11/kids.html' title='Kids...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SRhXr3NT0jI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ASWssSuWTmw/s72-c/3018509752_0e22467ae5_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-6748875690206185843</id><published>2008-11-10T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:25:42.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>***Announcement***</title><content type='html'>Glenn will be on reservist training for the next 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one is forbidden from bringing a mobile phone with camera into any of the military camps/bases of the Super Armed Forces, if you wish to contact him between the hours of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30AM - 6:00PM daily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Please dial/SMS 9457 5284.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be contactable via his regular phone number at all other hours.... (incl weekends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he will be on exercise next week. Things might change. Stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in peace friends (and the rest of Singapore), Glenn's got your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=END=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-6748875690206185843?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6748875690206185843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=6748875690206185843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6748875690206185843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6748875690206185843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/11/announcement.html' title='***Announcement***'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-5812343788528295213</id><published>2008-11-02T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:03:09.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Word for the season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What are you afraid of?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(God)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-5812343788528295213?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5812343788528295213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=5812343788528295213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5812343788528295213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5812343788528295213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/11/word-for-season.html' title='A Word for the season...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-4401812158573094164</id><published>2008-10-28T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:33:36.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zilch...</title><content type='html'>Silence&lt;br /&gt;Is sometimes all I am capable of&lt;br /&gt;During those times when the waves come crashing&lt;br /&gt;When things fail...&lt;br /&gt;And people disappoint&lt;br /&gt;And I disappoint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here&lt;br /&gt;... trying to be still&lt;br /&gt;trying to hear&lt;br /&gt;But still the race goes on...&lt;br /&gt;And so does the battle for the soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be a moment (and many more) lost... but this is me and this is who I am. Trying to find the balance between knowing, being and doing, I just want to be real. And this is how it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save me from myself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-4401812158573094164?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4401812158573094164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=4401812158573094164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4401812158573094164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4401812158573094164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/zilch.html' title='Zilch...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-4975540347015039286</id><published>2008-10-21T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:00:19.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more faithful than the seasons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; Pretty spot on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SP3snobwn8I/AAAAAAAAALI/n8Y2UCEpJSw/s1600-h/2947325625_c7a8981bc6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259620105451511746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SP3snobwn8I/AAAAAAAAALI/n8Y2UCEpJSw/s400/2947325625_c7a8981bc6_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://daleyhake.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daley Hake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heart progresses through the seasons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a tree, it is cut down, only to grow back stronger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is in that first spring that we are closer to Heaven then we will ever be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It eventually experiences the nostalgic chill of fall that streams into the death of winter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our hope lies in the return of spring, which beckons us to move forward towards the freedom of summer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embrace the fall - for winter is inevitable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is only a fraction of the greater human struggle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embrace the struggle…every meaningful story must have conflict.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a season that is necessary for your story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behind you are the prayers of the Saints&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.…spring will dawn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For God holds your soul, and God is more faithful than even the seasons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find myself in a season where I trust very few….the least of these, Christians.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, I write this not out of bitterness…but out of desperate hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will continue to press on grasping to a single truth……&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;God transcends seasons.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Daley Hake)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-4975540347015039286?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4975540347015039286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=4975540347015039286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4975540347015039286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4975540347015039286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-faithful-than-seasons.html' title='more faithful than the seasons...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SP3snobwn8I/AAAAAAAAALI/n8Y2UCEpJSw/s72-c/2947325625_c7a8981bc6_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-286378462429965609</id><published>2008-10-21T03:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T03:39:10.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help... I'm turning into a hopeless romantic! =S</title><content type='html'>Seriously, what is happening to me?! I saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://promisetangeman.wordpress.com/2008/10/14/im-engaged-to-my-best-friend-101108/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after 3 hours of non-stop work and got REALLY blown away by the sheer amazingness of it. Like how beautiful is this man? (Promise herself is sooooo hot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choke, get teary eyed and smile like an idiot to myself for about an hour after reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mag has always feared the worst for me and my sexuality had I not come to know Christ, maybe she has reason for that fear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after reading after that, you can go read the boyfriend's (now fiance) account of the same event. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://brianwurzell.wordpress.com/2008/10/17/engaged-the-journey/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't move you, you're not my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I'm even half as crazy about you as I know I'm gonna be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm hanging on for the rest of the story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-286378462429965609?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/286378462429965609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=286378462429965609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/286378462429965609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/286378462429965609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/help-im-turning-into-hopeless-romantic.html' title='Help... I&apos;m turning into a hopeless romantic! =S'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-1865585853717878958</id><published>2008-10-21T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T03:07:01.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The office does weird things to us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SPzWs1qbOlI/AAAAAAAAALA/yN4EQ84u7W8/s1600-h/DSC01668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259314530669509202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SPzWs1qbOlI/AAAAAAAAALA/yN4EQ84u7W8/s400/DSC01668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mondays don't help either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-1865585853717878958?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1865585853717878958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=1865585853717878958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/1865585853717878958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/1865585853717878958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/office-does-weird-things-to-us.html' title='The office does weird things to us...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SPzWs1qbOlI/AAAAAAAAALA/yN4EQ84u7W8/s72-c/DSC01668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-3677376140839120280</id><published>2008-10-17T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:17:22.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha ha ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/heiswnjSVuU&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't believe how retarded this video is... Switchfoot doing a BEYONCE cover?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And check out their reason for doing the cover too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-3677376140839120280?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3677376140839120280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=3677376140839120280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3677376140839120280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3677376140839120280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/ha-ha-ha.html' title='Ha ha ha'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-2537112033631918830</id><published>2008-10-16T23:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:40:48.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear...</title><content type='html'>Found this letter/series of thoughts/whatever during one of my recent blog surfs. There's just something about it that really struck a chord within me.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A sense of urgency concerning life has caused much thought as to what I am to do with this life of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Countless nights speeding recklessly down the streets of anxiety fueled by fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But what am I to fear, but God himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I will tell you what I fear - despite the fact that it will seem irrational to many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I fear the day I die…and wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I fear the words spoken to me:“Why did you let fear be the author of your story?”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;From this place is where I begin again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Whether you believe in God or not, I pray for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May you begin to move through life with a new urgency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May there be seasons of motion, simply, for the sake of motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May there be seasons of motion for the gain of certain goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Goals that hopefully involve more than a 401k and a house you will spend a lifetime paying off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May a vision of life be impressed upon your heart that disarms you of useless desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May you write that book, record that album, share those poems scribbled on napkins…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Paint that canvas, photograph your community through your lens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.…Or may you simply love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Love not for the benefit of the recipient of your actions, but Love for the sake of your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It is good to give - It is good to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We need you to exchange fear for unbridled passion for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We need you to engage with those around you and share your passions for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.…So begin. And never fear to begin again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Grace and Peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-Daley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love not for the benefit of the recipient of your actions, but Love for the sake of your soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving "for the sake of your soul", and "not for the "benefit of the recipient of your actions".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Is this what it should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving does do something to and FOR your soul. But what is the primary purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've always been the guy who really wanted to love for the benefit of the recipient(s) of my actions, and getting myself burnt as a result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Could it be nothing more than a one way exchange...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow the writer (Daley), is an awesome photographer. Please check out his blog (&lt;a href="http://daleyhake.com/blog/"&gt;http://daleyhake.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;), where I got that excerpt from. I love his photos... the way he captures people. Every single photo makes me wonder what the person's story is......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-2537112033631918830?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2537112033631918830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=2537112033631918830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2537112033631918830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2537112033631918830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/fear.html' title='Fear...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-6682097049818533728</id><published>2008-10-13T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:32:54.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalala...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SPIhnEJaNMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/m3O0zK3zhf4/s1600-h/0310275024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256300670106612930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SPIhnEJaNMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/m3O0zK3zhf4/s400/0310275024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rob Bell's got a new book out. And I just got it yesterday. I've been a fan of all things Rob Bell ever since his first book, "Velvet Elvis", so when I saw this book at SKS, it became a sorta no-brainer that I had to buy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people may not agree with Rob Bell and may have huge issues with alot of his stuff, but I really like his take on alot of things. I may talk more on some of Rob Bell's interesting perspectives in future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, maybe I'll go get started with the book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-6682097049818533728?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6682097049818533728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=6682097049818533728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6682097049818533728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6682097049818533728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/lalalala.html' title='Lalalala...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SPIhnEJaNMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/m3O0zK3zhf4/s72-c/0310275024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-4427249783210476980</id><published>2008-10-07T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T01:18:06.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.I.F.E.H.O.U.S.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SOpH-ecB63I/AAAAAAAAAKo/_fp304Fjz9E/s400/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254091053929196402" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SOpH_MuYchI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zv4dOjrA1hc/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SOpH_MuYchI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zv4dOjrA1hc/s400/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254091066354201106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the Lifehouse concert was pretty good. They played a 90 minute set of just about every hit they have, and more. And they ended the night with my personal favourites, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Storm&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken&lt;/span&gt;. That alone made the whole night worth it. Haha...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that the concert actually happened was actually pretty far out in itself. I was thinking to myself a few days before (I knew about the concert) that I haven't been to a concert in really long and would really like to go for one. Then Mich calls on Sat morning to say,"Lifehouse is playing next week!" So I who am incapable of a groupie outburst/meltdown/pop, just said,"ok yaay I'm going" (whole lotta emotion there I know...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A groupie outburst from me would just be too weird anyway. (Note to self: something to put on MY &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bucket List&lt;/span&gt; then...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, much thanks to MarcuswholtoldAbiandMichwhotoldme. And much thanks to MichMarcusAbiandmanyfriendswhosenamesIcan'trememberorspell for being there that night as well. It was a great concert! Haha... =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Abi took 680 photos that night**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok of course there was the notsogoods, which were no one's fault in general:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. St James' Powerstation sucks as a concert venue. Firstly, its name sucks. Secondly the layout of the floor which they use as the concert floor was terrible. There was completely ZERO space to move and the angles especially for those who came late were almost impossible. By the way, if you're not very tall and are going for a concert at St James', you either go super early, or bring a ladder, or just don't go at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Jack &amp;amp; Rai opening for Lifehouse was alright... Just that they did their own original songs for their 30 minute set, most of which had pretty good (read: familiar sounding, obvious &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inspired&lt;/span&gt;) intros but a tad bit weird in terms of vocal melody. And Jack has this face when he's playing, it looks as if his guitar is telling him dirty jokes as he plays... it's quite... errm... funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. And for the main spoiler of the night... I ran the risk of leaving the concert with either: a) a permanently deformed spine or b) a permanent depression caused by a metal pole pressed against the side of my butt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason for this was because glenn the man had the great fortune of standing in between the aforementioned metal pole and a couple. For starters, this couple was in no way slim. I have nothing against non-slim people, because I am unslim myself, but in this case... when you're packed like sardines in a terrible club named after your church... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make things worse, err BOTH members of this generously proportioned coupling were women. And they decided to get cosy with each other early on in the concert (oh help...). So whenever one would turn to face the other or to hug, I would get substantial BUTT swinging in my direction causing me to back into my date for the night, the short metal pole. To try and prevent myself from getting hit further, I tried to stand in a position to avoid both the pole and the couple, which left me standing in a sort of "S" shape. Ouch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND WHEN LIFEHOUSE STARTED PLAYING THEIR SLOWER NUMBERS, THOSE TWO STARTED TO FACE EACH OTHER AND SUCK FACE, AND NECK... AND EAR... AND I....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.U.S.T.D.I.E.D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to turn AWAY from them entirely and just keep focus on the stage. Basically I just further contorted my body. Whoopee. Those 2 should be thankful they weren't drenched in my puke by the night's end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***The Weird***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Fat Indian girl (friend of couple i just ranted about) kept shouting "Marry Me Jason!" to lead singer Jason Wade the whole night. Girl, the dude's married... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. This guy somewhere to my right kept HEADBANGING and lifting his hand with the "rock on!" sign the whole night. He was CLAPPING during the intro of Broken. I wanted to break him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Some loopymama in the crowd kept shouting for the band to play "Butterfly" the whole night. Eh idiot... that's a Jason Mraz song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-4427249783210476980?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4427249783210476980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=4427249783210476980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4427249783210476980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4427249783210476980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/lifehouse.html' title='L.I.F.E.H.O.U.S.E.'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SOpH-ecB63I/AAAAAAAAAKo/_fp304Fjz9E/s72-c/IMG_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-6663471997521600528</id><published>2008-09-30T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:46:20.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best argument I've heard for UNITY in the Body of Christ yet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Christ is coming back for His BRIDE, and not a harem..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to do is remember who said it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-6663471997521600528?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6663471997521600528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=6663471997521600528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6663471997521600528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6663471997521600528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-argument-ive-heard-for-unity-in.html' title='Best argument I&apos;ve heard for UNITY in the Body of Christ yet...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-1699443354401167649</id><published>2008-09-29T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:05:59.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumps...</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning really grumpy and tired. Typical Monday blues I guess. But somewhere between the coffee, the bible and the shower I felt convicted over the way I've been acting lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about 4 weeks since this "new season" of my life started. A season of walking the talk and talking MY walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A season which begins in solitude, where I find silence, and which leads to comtemplation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A season where I am forcing myself to build and develop my spiritual disciplines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A season where I, following the footsteps of my Master, set to intentionally take time to get AWAY to be by myself. Of course the point of being by myself is that I will never really be alone. I'm always in the presence of THE ONE, Him whose beauty and majesty I long to forever set my heart's gaze upon.&lt;br /&gt;The man who thinks he can run away from THE ONE...... should just read Genesis 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been the most wonderful times of tarrying in God's presence over the past couple of weeks. Times during which I have drunk deeply from the deepest and most ancient of wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These have also been the times where in my fraility I just tried to just gather the crumbs which fell under the Master's table, much like the dog which I saw myself as. But no, the Master cradled me in His loving arms and carried me to the table, and sat me there with Him. He lifted me up, placed me where I don't belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE CARRIED ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story doesn't end here of course. About 2 weeks in, I must have gone ahead of myself. Jesus says in John 16 we will have trouble as long as we are in this world. He also says that we should take heart as He has overcome the world. I must've taken my eyes off Jesus and focused on everything around me. First, on the table at which He sat me. Then as the trouble came, on the trouble and not on Him, the faithful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How big an idiot can I be? Anyway, point is I started to lose the joy which I had. And started getting really grumpy and acting a tad bit weird. My insecurities started getting attacked and were acting up as if on a perpetual caffeine drip. (wait I AM on a perpetual caffeine drip. ok WAS. I'm at 1 - 2 cups a day now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I am trying to say is that I was convicted about the way I was acting and behaving to various people around me recently. Grumpy; weird; snappy; annoying; whiny. Any one or more or ALL of these at any one go. And all because I took my eyes of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if anyone did notice this or realise this. But if you're one of them who was probably rubbed the wrong way by me. I'm sorry. I deeply apologise. Some of you might not think much of it. But I have to apologise. He wouldn't want me to do otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jesus. I love His people. I love my family. I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let &lt;em&gt;us look to Jesus, the AUTHOR and FINISHER of our faith..." (Hebrews 12:2)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this verse mean to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-1699443354401167649?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1699443354401167649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=1699443354401167649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/1699443354401167649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/1699443354401167649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/grumps.html' title='Grumps...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-2585601548174633635</id><published>2008-09-28T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:20:42.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney photos...</title><content type='html'>I really didn't feel like blogging about Sydney. Mostly because I got pretty overwhelmed once I got back (with reservist and all), and once I finally had time to breathe again, I felt like I kinda "lost" the moment already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I've decided it's best to embrace life and just share a bit of the trip on this blog. Mostly photos... I won't be saying much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was great... overall. Hillsong conference was fantastic and way more impactful than I actually expected. God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times... Good friends... Good food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SN9_sUbNMOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RY2vy6iOMhs/s1600-h/DSC01204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251056089911079138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SN9_sUbNMOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RY2vy6iOMhs/s400/DSC01204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SN9_srDj9mI/AAAAAAAAAKA/_jIiJ2D-C5k/s1600-h/DSC01206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251056095985923682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SN9_srDj9mI/AAAAAAAAAKA/_jIiJ2D-C5k/s400/DSC01206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SN9_sjF1R4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/bOKwDTHe6YE/s1600-h/DSC01242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251056093847963522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SN9_sjF1R4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/bOKwDTHe6YE/s400/DSC01242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Manly beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SN9_s50DkPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/g4oNF8yQSzY/s1600-h/DSC01389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251056099947417842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SN9_s50DkPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/g4oNF8yQSzY/s400/DSC01389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SN9_tBP_MDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Nt7wtdDrqqk/s1600-h/DSC01399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251056101943619634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SN9_tBP_MDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Nt7wtdDrqqk/s400/DSC01399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hillsong conference shots...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251058641302193682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SN-CA1GQBhI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NX-kNngLY48/s400/DSC01445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some videos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's clip I filmed of the worship team during one of the mornings... It's Brooke, JD, Annie, Jad and Marcus leading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FvkT9FH-g1w&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the Acer Arena, there were these "pyramids" cut into the hillside. So Glenn decided it would be fun to roll down the hill... The only thing you can hear in the background is Kaimin's laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9FuXLnRVDlE&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-2585601548174633635?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2585601548174633635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=2585601548174633635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2585601548174633635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2585601548174633635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/sydney-photos.html' title='Sydney photos...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SN9_sUbNMOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RY2vy6iOMhs/s72-c/DSC01204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-4021662128327158610</id><published>2008-09-27T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:10:34.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u.g.l.y.</title><content type='html'>Recently things have been happening what an ugly person I really am. I'm such an inately selfish person. I see what I am, who I am, and it disgusts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...which is why grace is so amazing. I did not deserve any of this that was shown me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-4021662128327158610?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4021662128327158610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=4021662128327158610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4021662128327158610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4021662128327158610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugly.html' title='u.g.l.y.'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-9059728903322705441</id><published>2008-09-27T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:01:04.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glenn......</title><content type='html'>Wants to run away&lt;br /&gt;So that he can return......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-9059728903322705441?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/9059728903322705441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=9059728903322705441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/9059728903322705441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/9059728903322705441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/glenn.html' title='Glenn......'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-4591052635734463994</id><published>2008-09-26T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:19:30.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with me?!</title><content type='html'>I came home, stumbled upon these 2 videos online, watched them, and was reduced to a royal mess... shreds... in my own room... crying out to God as the testimony of His awesomeness shook me to the core... (Quite weird I know... what is happening to me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song makes me weep... all the time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m9yoKNzBq3g&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6sjYWrpNoCs&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one else for me...&lt;br /&gt;There can be no one else.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-4591052635734463994?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4591052635734463994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=4591052635734463994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4591052635734463994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4591052635734463994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='What is wrong with me?!'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-4436006582494322856</id><published>2008-09-24T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:45:15.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's YOU when......</title><content type='html'>I know when it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I hurt when you do&lt;br /&gt;I'd cry with you too&lt;br /&gt;I love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-4436006582494322856?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4436006582494322856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=4436006582494322856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4436006582494322856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4436006582494322856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-you-when.html' title='It&apos;s YOU when......'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-1428331190725502754</id><published>2008-09-18T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:58:29.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude... Silence... Contemplation...</title><content type='html'>I've been silent... but I'm still here......&lt;div&gt;There's been good times, because He is good......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's been difficult times, but His grace is sufficient......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all things, I give thanks that I'm alive......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-1428331190725502754?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1428331190725502754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=1428331190725502754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/1428331190725502754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/1428331190725502754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/solitude-silence-contemplation.html' title='Solitude... Silence... Contemplation...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-3595831608086531776</id><published>2008-06-27T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:01:01.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0.5 x 2008</title><content type='html'>We're like 3 days away from the close of the first half of the year, and so I think it's time to look back and see how January to June of 2008 has been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I'm thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;For MANY people telling me that I'm not superman. Ok I've never really thought I was. In fact I'm so far from it. But I know I've been living life like I was. Doing doing doing doing... resting didn't quite find its place in my daily routine, so much so that I actually don't know how to rest right now. It's strange but true. I can't be still. I can't relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bad... so pray for me please. I'm finding the quality of everything I'm putting out dropping. And that's bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the solution to all the problems that exist, Jesus is... and even He got tired and rested. If I wanna be more like Jesus, I have to learn to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do less... Be more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For growing one step closer to Him in my life as an expression of worship in the office. It's tough, being schooled by the world in this serious culture of dichotomy, the secular versus the spiritual. I never saw God in my workplace... but slowly, surely, I begin to find Jesus there, in all sorts of disguises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's out there you know... you just have to keep your eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For discovering RELISH. Haha... It's RELISH man, go there once and you'll know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things I'm not-so-thankful for...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My exponentially declining metabolic rate. 'nuff said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The 10second gap that has developed between &lt;em&gt;us. &lt;/em&gt;I wish it wasn't there, and I'm disappointed it has come to this. But oh well... you take life as it comes. Ultimately, I'm only 10seconds away.&lt;br /&gt;(and NO i did not go and get attached, neither do i like anyone. think there are only 2 who know what i'm talking about)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway... life goes on. Sydney in 4 days... yeahhhhhh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-3595831608086531776?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3595831608086531776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=3595831608086531776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3595831608086531776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3595831608086531776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/05-x-2008.html' title='0.5 x 2008'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-7513882204674770458</id><published>2008-05-25T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:06:35.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommended listening...</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to alot of sermons from New Life Church in Colorado Springs lately. Great messages... challenging, bible based, inspiring, and SOUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some I totally recommend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://newlifechurch.org/displaypodcast.jsp?id=11"&gt;http://newlifechurch.org/displaypodcast.jsp?id=11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The first sermon on the top -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;168 Hours - David Perkins&lt;/b&gt;                         &lt;div class="padtop"&gt;Thursday May 1, 2008 - 07:00 PM&lt;/div&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Focusing our weekly hours in a hyper-recreational culture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. The fourth from the top -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Single and Pure - Doug Weiss&lt;/b&gt;                         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="padtop"&gt;Thursday Apr 10, 2008 - 07:00 PM&lt;/div&gt;                        &lt;p&gt;Navigating sexual purity throughout your single years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do check out the other sermons if you are interested... great stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-7513882204674770458?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7513882204674770458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=7513882204674770458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/7513882204674770458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/7513882204674770458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/recommended-listening.html' title='Recommended listening...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-8348718245084331965</id><published>2008-05-08T23:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:36:59.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.E.R.O.E.S.</title><content type='html'>I've been taking the bus to work quite a bit these days... I actually do appreciate the time (when I don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; armpit my face) these bus rides give to be able to reflect and think of stuff. Here's something I came up with during one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very raw and my thoughts are all over the place. And I don't know if it's stuff that everyone would agree with, but here it is anyhow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is a huge sense of distrust in the world we live in today. Distrust and hindered, stifled expression. Many people find themselves struggling to express what is actually going on in their hearts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many people are unwilling to be vulnerable with one another. They find it difficult to express that which is in them. I often see this as a form of self-protection. Sometimes it's a pride thing. People struggle with being vulnerable with one another. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For those that ARE able to express themselves. Their honesty about the pain and suffering they go through is often met with blank stares and uncomfortable silence. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recipients&lt;/span&gt; (of the honesty) do not know what to do, because they themselves cannot be vulnerable. They are unable to entrust their lives to one another. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet for others, their willingness to be open, vulnerable and honest has led to gossip. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recipients&lt;/span&gt; in this case in this case take a person's honesty and trust, and abuse it, trample on it. They pass judgement, they spread false rumours. They cause hurt and pain to others. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every generation needs its heroes, and this generation is no different. This generation needs, more than ever, heroes who are representatives of the true hero of the ages; heroes who will lead them to the true hero of all time: JESUS. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This generation is looking for heroes, men and women of Christlike character and godly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;integrity&lt;/span&gt;. The people are crying out, crying out for the light in the darkness. The true light that never fades. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is a broken and lost generation, and its only hope, is the light of the world, that city on a hill that cannot be hidden."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-8348718245084331965?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8348718245084331965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=8348718245084331965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8348718245084331965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8348718245084331965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/heroes.html' title='H.E.R.O.E.S.'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-8697445383285660017</id><published>2008-05-06T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:43:20.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glaze &amp; Flavour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SCB8PMt0JpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VCghyLNVttI/s1600-h/krispy-kreme3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SCB8QMt0JqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UnVe_HIC0HQ/s1600-h/FREEDOZEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197290587718690466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SCB8QMt0JqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UnVe_HIC0HQ/s400/FREEDOZEN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-8697445383285660017?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8697445383285660017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=8697445383285660017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8697445383285660017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8697445383285660017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/glaze-flavour.html' title='Glaze &amp; Flavour'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/SCB8QMt0JqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UnVe_HIC0HQ/s72-c/FREEDOZEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-7261928210122657358</id><published>2008-05-02T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T17:33:29.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>none...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;would you still love me even if I mess up?&lt;br /&gt;even if i messed it up so bad... and never get it right?&lt;br /&gt;would you still love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why do I even need you to love me when all I want is to love you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-7261928210122657358?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7261928210122657358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=7261928210122657358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/7261928210122657358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/7261928210122657358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/05/none.html' title='none...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-9033448270762479629</id><published>2008-04-23T03:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T03:36:33.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“Worship is the submission of all of our nature to God. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is the quickening of conscience by His holiness, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nourishment of mind by His truth, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purifying of imagination by His beauty, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opening of the heart to His love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And submission of will to his purpose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all this gathered up in adoration is the greatest of human expressions of which we are capable.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;William Temple&lt;/em&gt;, Archbishop of Canterbury from 1942-44.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-9033448270762479629?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/9033448270762479629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=9033448270762479629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/9033448270762479629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/9033448270762479629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/worship.html' title='Worship......'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-2807283885741270364</id><published>2008-04-22T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:38:26.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have something to say...</title><content type='html'>After dinner today, I went to get myself some Frolick frozen yogurt. When I got to the store, I ordered a Cup B original flavour with granola and blueberry toppings. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I received my cup of desert, I noticed how it was filled to overflowing with toppings. The blueberries were perched precariously on top of a mountain of granola. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as I walked and ate my wonderfullydeliciousandyummyyogurt.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*bop*... 1 blueberry rolled off the granola and fell to the ground......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked  some more......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*bop*... 1 blueberry rolled off the granola and fell to the ground.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I neared the carpark......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*bop*... 1 blueberry rolled off the granola and fell to the ground.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DROPPED 3 BLUEBERRIES WHILE WALKING AND EATING MY CUP OF WONDERFULLYDELICIOUSANDYUMMYYOGURT!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just needed to tell someone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok bye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-2807283885741270364?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2807283885741270364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=2807283885741270364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2807283885741270364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2807283885741270364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-something-to-say.html' title='I have something to say...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-7244331855351799220</id><published>2008-04-21T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:59:15.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"This is the paradox of Christian worship. We seek the invisible, know the unknowable, comprehend the incomprehensible, and experience the eternal. Like David we thirst after God and we're satisfied and dissatisfied at the same time. Like Moses, we cry out for His Glory, all the while knowing that our mortal eyes could never behold God's glory in its fullness."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;Warren Wiersbe&lt;em&gt;, Real Worship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful statement. It perfectly captures the essence of our worship of our God, the Lord of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot about worship lately, trying to focus on Jesus and His grace. But sometimes it's so hard, my mind wanders and centres in my own failings, my own weaknesses and sins. I begin to lose perspective and it becomes just another THING I DO, another thing I struggle with, another thing I'm never gonna be good at, as opposed to my life as a LIFE OF WORSHIP. I get so caught up with the technicalities and all that, the things which COULD be part of worship, things which could help my &lt;em&gt;expression&lt;/em&gt; of worship to my God, but ultimately things which are NOT worship in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want to make my worship about anything else other than my Lord Jesus. I don't ever want to lose the wonder of the creator God from whom everything we know and have has come from. I want to ALWAYS be overcome by awe as I sing to my Jesus, my Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Westminister Confession states,"&lt;em&gt;Man's chief purpose is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our different pursuits in life, and in our attempt to "progress" in our expression of worship, let us never ever steal the glory away from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augustine said,"&lt;em&gt;You have made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in you&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We should be most satisfied when God is most glorified.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-7244331855351799220?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-5854133503088150167</id><published>2008-04-14T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:10:07.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This made me laugh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" width="330" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="viewkey=240ad5b9b413aa7346a1" menu="false" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-5854133503088150167?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5854133503088150167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=5854133503088150167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5854133503088150167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5854133503088150167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-made-me-laugh.html' title='This made me laugh...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-3789873606222557390</id><published>2008-04-14T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:41:00.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>61</title><content type='html'>I took a bus to work...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sorry just had to say it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-3789873606222557390?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3789873606222557390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=3789873606222557390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3789873606222557390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3789873606222557390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/61.html' title='61'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-6960359791427947876</id><published>2008-04-14T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:59:45.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weakness...</title><content type='html'>His Word says that we should live in a holy, reverent fear of the Lord, and not fear man. But therein lies a struggle for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecurities; caring too much about "what other people think"; being afraid to look stupid (hard to believe, but true...)... I've struggled with these issues alot. I find myself always wanting to make people happy, always wanting to please people. And being afraid, too afraid of people not liking me at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think, this is what really got to me today. Like I was allowing my mind to play tricks on me, I got intimidated by the situation. I was sooo afraid of "screwing up" that I actually did. It wasn't major, but I let myself get affected too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE to disappoint people. I HATE to know that I've let someone down. And I've let many people dear to me down over the years. I need to know I can't always please everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can't go on... I'm turning around. Hanging on to His every word. He alone is my identity. He alone defines who I am and what I do. He alone deserves my all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperate... for HIS GLORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I surrender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May I seek to put YOU above everyone and everything else in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May I be desperately passionate for YOU and YOU ALONE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May I seek to please YOU before any man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me the courage in the face of adversity and struggle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my ROCK.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-6960359791427947876?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6960359791427947876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=6960359791427947876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6960359791427947876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6960359791427947876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/weakness.html' title='Weakness...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-7889087332878919930</id><published>2008-04-11T00:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T02:10:28.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne snaps (&amp; moooves...)</title><content type='html'>After being on a number of holidays so far, I have concluded that I'm definitely not a good holiday photographer. (or actually, I'm not a good photographer... period).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I always get so caught up in the moment, enjoying my holiday and whatever specific activity I'm engaged in at that point, that I always forget to whip out the camera to capture it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really marvel at those who, in the middle of something really fun or whatever, can suddenly go,"oh! this would be a great photo opportunity!... Let me get out my trusty sony/nikon/canon/panasonic digicam (or camera phone)!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how DO they do that?! I'm normally just too engrossed in whatever's happening at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, in spite of that I managed to capture some snaps from my trip... here goes... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5FH0nIYuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eDsXvE8ACd4/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5FH0nIYuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eDsXvE8ACd4/s400/DSC00654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187659821461562082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My trusty sneakers which took a severe pounding during the trip from all that walking I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5HE0nIYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_SBm1qYLDDE/s1600-h/DSC00669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5HE0nIYwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_SBm1qYLDDE/s400/DSC00669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187661968945210114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quiet time at a cafe? Haha... I do this in Singapore too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5F_knIYvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lsX3K16gqY8/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5F_knIYvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lsX3K16gqY8/s400/DSC00668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187660779239269106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I thought this flower shop looked cool... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5HFUnIYxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PELQ2fs_qjU/s1600-h/DSC00674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5HFUnIYxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PELQ2fs_qjU/s400/DSC00674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187661977535144722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I should really learn to smile more... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5JWknIY0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/jqnEzVcKA5c/s1600-h/DSC00682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5JWknIY0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/jqnEzVcKA5c/s400/DSC00682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187664472911143746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chapel at Scotch College which  Sue Lynn got married in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5HGEnIYyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/crsVjZUdwxM/s1600-h/DSC00689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5HGEnIYyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/crsVjZUdwxM/s400/DSC00689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187661990420046626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside the chapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5JXEnIY1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/bQ5QL5eJ8Is/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5JXEnIY1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/bQ5QL5eJ8Is/s400/DSC00690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187664481501078354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the wedding begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5HGUnIYzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lkG5VwfFMfY/s1600-h/DSC00691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5HGUnIYzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lkG5VwfFMfY/s400/DSC00691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187661994715013938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sue looks gorgeous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5JXUnIY2I/AAAAAAAAAII/ET5OU9fbUeI/s1600-h/DSC00693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5JXUnIY2I/AAAAAAAAAII/ET5OU9fbUeI/s400/DSC00693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187664485796045666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone's happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5M2knIY3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e_KFPBxy7iw/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5M2knIY3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e_KFPBxy7iw/s400/DSC00695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187668321201841010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris and Kax feasting  on some antipasto platter at some random time of the day during which  people normally do NOT eat... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5M3UnIY5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/M1A3ltqeZMk/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5M3UnIY5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/M1A3ltqeZMk/s400/DSC00702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187668334086742930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture of my future. Me and MY LAKE... and my 1000 pet ducks.  (ok seriously, it's just the wedding dinner place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5M3knIY6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/QViZjItzwDY/s1600-h/DSC00706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5M3knIY6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/QViZjItzwDY/s400/DSC00706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187668338381710242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A sampling of the food. This was deep fried zuchini flowers, which totally rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5M4UnIY7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/n7xDz_BiyDc/s1600-h/DSC00703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5M4UnIY7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/n7xDz_BiyDc/s400/DSC00703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187668351266612146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's Sue, Chris &amp;amp; myself. (like seriously check out the girl on my right. Her name is Ann. She's a post grad pharmacy student. And I think she's like quite the pretty... )&lt;br /&gt;And she sat beside me the whole night. She must have been honored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5WN0nIY9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/5Fsxg3uGXiU/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5WN0nIY9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/5Fsxg3uGXiU/s400/DSC00711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187678616238449618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A shot with the bride &amp;amp; groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5XM0nIZAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1gHxwCyi9Pk/s1600-h/DSC00742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5XM0nIZAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1gHxwCyi9Pk/s400/DSC00742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187679698570208258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deserts from  Greco  @ Crowne. Taken on the last night of the trip. It's a Mars bar cake on the left, and Hazelnut meringue on the right. Shiokness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5WOknIY_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CKjh6DYaQ5E/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5WOknIY_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CKjh6DYaQ5E/s400/DSC00745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187678629123351538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to prove I actually met Kax... here's a shot of us... hahahaha... (why do we both look so sleepy? Must be the amount of food we ate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here come the videos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BmqJgv_HP1I&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BmqJgv_HP1I&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like terrible in this... Haha... rough plane ride lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pkws068ozGQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pkws068ozGQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum Cha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2CIwydXxXs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2CIwydXxXs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out this guy man!... wow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-7889087332878919930?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7889087332878919930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=7889087332878919930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/7889087332878919930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/7889087332878919930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/melbourne-snaps-moooves.html' title='Melbourne snaps (&amp; moooves...)'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_5FH0nIYuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eDsXvE8ACd4/s72-c/DSC00654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-3648788348231121827</id><published>2008-04-08T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:55:34.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne April '08</title><content type='html'>My short trip to Melbourne (4 days) was just about the best thing that could happen to me over the since the year started. It was just what I needed: time away; many hours to do nothing; great food; too many coffees for your own good... pretty much perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm sure many people know I love Australia, especially Sydney. But when you can't get Sydney, Melbourne comes a close 2nd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some highlights from my trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew &amp;amp; Sue Lynn's wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this wedding was the reason for our (Chris &amp;amp; I) need to make the trip down to Melbourne in the first place. Sue Lynn is our longtime friend from ACJC (she was in SB1, me in SB2, Chris in SB3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok about this point, I could actually start gushing and raving about the wedding like how silly girls do, but I'm gonna spare you people that horror. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously now, it was a fantastic wedding. THE BEST. The quaint little chapel on a hill; the fantastic weather; the simple worship team made our of just a guitar, a piano and 2 voices; the 2 fantastic pastors who did the ceremony and the exhortation: and of course... the bride and groom themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony was similar to what we have in Singapore, in our Anglican church. But the pastor conducting the ceremony (Ps Timothy Goh, their pastor over there) just put so much heart into the whole ceremony, bringing out the rich meanings and symbolisms of each step in the marriage service. Fantastic...and the speaker who did the exhortations was awesome too. (he's from Singapore, so Connect... you'll get to hear him! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh.. and the wedding dinner!... it was at this restaurant by the lake, which was beautiful. And Matt &amp;amp; Sue chose the place because their first date was at a restaurant ACROSS the lake on the other side! Haha... how cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm done talking about the wedding. If you wanna know more ask me when you see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kax&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kax was our "host" for the trip, and I think we hung out with her every day we were there, except when we were at the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see her again and I think I spoke to her more than I ever did in Singapore... (maybe... haha). Hanging out with her was good fun. And we spent most of our time eating, and eating... Haha!... Hanging out at cafes, yum cha, meat &amp;amp; wine co. Shiokness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care Kax! Thanks so much for the company and the chats. I hope you managed to get your "money's worth" of dirt. Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Planetshakers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and we (the people) went to Planetshakers for church as well. This was my 2nd time to the church for service and I was blessed by the service. It was an awesome time. The songs were unfamiliar and quite hard to catch at times, but God's presence was there and there was a real sense of worship in the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Word of God was brought by Christine Caine from Hillsong. What a woman of God, with an even more powerful testimony! I was pretty impacted by her message as well. She preached on "Stop Acting Like a Christian, BE One!". Good stuff. We were saying she really reminds us of Auntie Carol at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to borrow her book, you can let me know. I bought a copy. Haha. (ihavetoomanybooks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm done with Melbourne for now. If I've got anything else to post I'll add it later... meanwhile standby for pics...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-3648788348231121827?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3648788348231121827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=3648788348231121827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3648788348231121827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3648788348231121827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/melbourne-april-08.html' title='Melbourne April &apos;08'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-7281454295569709446</id><published>2008-04-01T11:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T12:05:59.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremy Camp's testimony...</title><content type='html'>I know this is stuff you normally see in movies and other hollywood fluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to see that this is possible by the love of God is pretty amazing... Now I know why many girls are crazy about Jeremy Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tFLFFBhcUEM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tFLFFBhcUEM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-7281454295569709446?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7281454295569709446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=7281454295569709446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/7281454295569709446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/7281454295569709446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/04/jeremy-camps-testimony.html' title='Jeremy Camp&apos;s testimony...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-6287166356645590191</id><published>2008-03-31T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:36:19.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed bag...</title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting much... cos I think what's been on my heart and mind over the past few months isn't something you can easily blog about. They're not things about which I can easily let the words flow... unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to that various feelings of anger and disappointment (in various people), you have one entirely mixed bag. (and i wish i had Mag's "sighing pau" icon right now). Learning to surrender and pick up and move on has been one humbling experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I need Your grace and mercy......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-6287166356645590191?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6287166356645590191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=6287166356645590191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6287166356645590191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6287166356645590191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/mixed-bag.html' title='Mixed bag...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-819549514619894109</id><published>2008-03-31T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:26:59.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_DJyjJXCZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dAVSw8viodA/s1600-h/DSC00644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183865041368582546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_DJyjJXCZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dAVSw8viodA/s400/DSC00644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congratulations to the both of you! (i hate how round my face looks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-819549514619894109?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/819549514619894109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=819549514619894109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/819549514619894109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/819549514619894109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations......'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_DJyjJXCZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dAVSw8viodA/s72-c/DSC00644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-6447720380452710140</id><published>2008-03-31T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:21:41.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Pastor William...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_DJADJXCYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rMnqCcBurOk/s1600-h/P1000650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183864173785188738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_DJADJXCYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rMnqCcBurOk/s400/P1000650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Pastor, for believing in us... for encouraging us. You're much loved by all of us. We'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-6447720380452710140?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6447720380452710140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=6447720380452710140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6447720380452710140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6447720380452710140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-pastor-william.html' title='Thank You Pastor William...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R_DJADJXCYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rMnqCcBurOk/s72-c/P1000650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-975259048297068127</id><published>2008-03-10T10:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T11:16:15.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past few days in pictures. I don't take good pictures, but......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R9ShMvWNYBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Unb2YRHZk60/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175939111995662354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R9ShMvWNYBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Unb2YRHZk60/s400/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175939773420625954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R9ShzPWNYCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/R7ms96UuBJM/s400/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175940387600949298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R9SiW_WNYDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/_Vv3IAKl_DY/s400/DSC00471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175944648208506946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R9SmO_WNYEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tBgJEKcKRtc/s400/DSC00492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175945425597587538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R9Sm8PWNYFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/X3EwEpoSiZE/s400/DSC00499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175946306065883234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R9SnvfWNYGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wFO7A6ITags/s400/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I know... Why did I take so many pictures of the kids right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-975259048297068127?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/975259048297068127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=975259048297068127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/975259048297068127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/975259048297068127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/past-few-days-in-pictures-i-dont-take.html' title='The past few days in pictures. I don&apos;t take good pictures, but......'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R9ShMvWNYBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Unb2YRHZk60/s72-c/DSC00462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-3532780401161929525</id><published>2008-03-10T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T02:26:10.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO HAS MY DESPERATION BAND "WHO YOU ARE" CD?</title><content type='html'>I've just turned my room inside out to find it, and it's no where to be found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please let me know if it's with one of you... Please......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... Desperation is the word alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(EDIT: ok ok... FOUND the cd... or rather i remember now who i lent it to... grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-3532780401161929525?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3532780401161929525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=3532780401161929525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3532780401161929525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3532780401161929525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-has-my-desperation-band-who-you-are.html' title='WHO HAS MY DESPERATION BAND &quot;WHO YOU ARE&quot; CD?'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-6537214339513899488</id><published>2008-03-06T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:39:28.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SG 2 JKT</title><content type='html'>I'll be off to Jakarta to spend some time with the Lims (TFEEEN) over the weekend. Do pray that we have a blessed time together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while I'll definitely miss everyone back home, I'm actually also looking forward to getting away (if only for a few days), from the madness of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-6537214339513899488?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6537214339513899488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=6537214339513899488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6537214339513899488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6537214339513899488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/sg-2-jkt.html' title='SG 2 JKT'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-3769319277055667292</id><published>2008-03-06T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:58:24.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; FREE MAN</title><content type='html'>There was a man named M.S. (NOT Michael Scofield), who broke out of prison. And now has every top miliary and law enforcement official in the country tearing their hair out trying to figure out how they can nab the guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this M.S. has brought me some joy because all resources are deployed looking for the fella, and hence, MY RESERVIST IS CANCELED. Whoopeedoodaadee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I like you Mr M.S. You is still a bad bad man... with a bad bad leg...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-3769319277055667292?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3769319277055667292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=3769319277055667292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3769319277055667292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3769319277055667292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/prison-break-free-man.html' title='Prison Break &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; FREE MAN'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-6539916116246425461</id><published>2008-03-02T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:25:20.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything hinges on everything....</title><content type='html'>Everything changes...... everyone changes...... Shouldn't we expect it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should expect it. But why do I still feel the way I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like history is repeating itself... but it's gotten even worse... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit: ok maybe not... then again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-6539916116246425461?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6539916116246425461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=6539916116246425461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6539916116246425461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6539916116246425461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/everything-hinges-on-everything.html' title='Everything hinges on everything....'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-3840488557370754051</id><published>2008-03-01T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:11:10.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's promise......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lord, I know I'm not exceptionally gifted any area per se. I don't have a brain of a genius; I'm not a natural dynamic leader; I'm not a great singer; I don't have a fantastic voice; I am not in any way extremly gifted in music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do have, is a senstive heart, a heart which has been given the ability and freedom to feel. A heart that f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eels joy, pain, hurt, sorrow. A heart that all too easily expriences a full range of emotions that oftentimes causes me alot of needless and unnecessary pain and heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this heart, O Lord, is my gift to You. This heart, which You have given me, I give back to You. That which you gave me, I will use in freedom to LOVE. You have a given me a heart that can LOVE, and LOVE is all I can and will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heart, I pledge to pour out, pour out entirely to loving You, and Your people. My ability to experience an entire spectrum of emotions I surrender to You,  for the service of feeling along WITH, and FOR Your people whom You've placed me among. I will cry with them, laugh with them, feel their hurt, feel their joy. All this, for Your glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart, O Lord, I dedicate entirely to loving You, and loving You people, as You would love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I have that's of worth I give to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my offering to You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May You be pleased with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it bring You glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I desire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                (Your child, a prince by grace)                                                                                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-3840488557370754051?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3840488557370754051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=3840488557370754051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3840488557370754051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3840488557370754051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/03/someones-promise.html' title='Someone&apos;s promise......'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-3588794783534617557</id><published>2008-02-27T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:13:32.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.C.R.E.A.M.</title><content type='html'>I REALLY think I've reached the limit&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-3588794783534617557?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3588794783534617557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=3588794783534617557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3588794783534617557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3588794783534617557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/scream.html' title='S.C.R.E.A.M.'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-206245533792018568</id><published>2008-02-19T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:06:36.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Love Story, according to Perry......</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking recently about how we're constantly fed with the rubbish that is the world's definition of love. We take the movies, the stories in the magazines and books that are thrown our way, and allow them watered down, counterfeit definitions to tug at our heart strings and satisfy us as if they were the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe with all my heart that there is another reality, a new reality that was, and IS meant to be the original reality. But the problem is that we settle. We settle on what THEY tell us what all this should be about. And we forget what HE says... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'd like to share this &lt;a href="http://www.perrynoble.com/2007/03/28/a-true-love-story/"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; I found on &lt;a href="http://www.perrynoble.com/"&gt;www.perrynoble.com&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"America is WAY too fascinated with Hollywood and the “love stories” that keep coming out of there…sort of like vomit coming out of someone with food poisoning.  Basically…all the tabloids are reporting is who is screwing who this month…and for some reason we are obsessed with it.&lt;br /&gt;And movies…those are horrible as well when it comes to “love stories.”  Remember the movie Titanic?  Yep, quite a love story…girl meets guy on a boat &amp;amp; has sex with him without even knowing him (can anyone say “ho” boys &amp;amp; girls) and then swears she will never let him go!  And when he dies…uh…she lets him go!!!  And everyone in the theatre cried because they thought that was love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our world is so screwed up when it comes to identifying love…what true love is and how it makes a difference.  Too many have equated love with a feeling…and when the feeling is gone then the love must be as well–so they jump from one relationship to the next, forgetting the vows they took before God and friends on their wedding day…and doing damage to their lives.&lt;br /&gt;BUT yesterday–WOW–I heard a love story that put a lump in my throat.  I am about to cry right now just thinking about it…and I want to share it with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jason Wilson (Executive Pastor) and his brother &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avclub.us/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Graphics/motion engineer) both work here at NewSpring.  In fact, both of them were in the original group that met in a living room a little over seven years ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve always told them that their family was “dysfunctional.”  You see…their grandparents are still living on both sides…and there has been no divorce in their family…and their family actually loves hanging out with each other–isn’t that weird?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, their grandparents on their father’s side are the only set of grandparents that I have met…and they are two of the coolest people in the world.  He is in his early 90’s and she is in her mid 80’s…and they are STILL together…still in love…and have established a legacy that is the same.  I remember meeting them several years ago and being impressed with how full of life they were!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Monday Jason had to leave the office rather quickly–he told us that his grandmother had fell as a result of a massive stroke and was in the hospital…and that they were not expecting her to make it through the night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday morning he came in and we asked him what happened.  He told us that she had fallen as a result of the stroke.  The grandfather cannot hear very well–so he can’t make a phone call.  And he could not pick her up because, well, he’s 92 I believe.  So when Jason’s aunt could not reach the grandmother by phone she became concerned and went over to the house and found her mother lying in the floor…and her husband standing there right beside her.  He refused to leave the side of his bride–for better or worse, in sickness and in health…’till death do us part!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They took her to the hospital and admitted her into ICU.  After the entire family had gotten there they brought Jason’s grandfather into the room.  He had to be brought in by wheel chair…and when they rolled him up by her bedside he got up out of the chair, leaned over his bride, kissed her and said, “I love you!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THAT is a love story!  Hearing that made me want to leave my desk &amp;amp; go home &amp;amp; hold my wife.  I remember saying to Jason when he told me his story, “I want that so bad for my marriage–I want the only thing that can separate us to be death…and even when it tries it will know it has been in a fight!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is not jumping from bedroom to bedroom…love is a commitment that sticks through whatever situation life throws at you.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avclub.us/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &amp;amp; Jason were able to witness first hand the power of true love–Jason said when his grandfather kissed his grandmother that there was not a dry eye in the room…why…because true love is motivating!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singles–my challenge to you is HOLD OUT for what is REAL!  If he’s trying to get in your pants…or your relationship is based on something other than true love–then you may have what Hollywood has…vomit…and the pain that it will bring will leave a scar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you are married–I challenge you right now to stop what you are doing–right now, pick up the phone &amp;amp; call your spouse &amp;amp; tell them that you love them…and that you always will!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not sure how Jason &amp;amp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avclub.us/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;’s grandmother is doing right now…but please keep them in your prayers…and when you are doing so–thank God for allowing us to see a demonstration of the kind of love He has for us…a love that will not leave us…no matter what!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-206245533792018568?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/206245533792018568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=206245533792018568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/206245533792018568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/206245533792018568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/true-love-story-according-to-perry.html' title='A True Love Story, according to Perry......'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-8216382703857562921</id><published>2008-02-12T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:51:43.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selah......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"The significance of our lives doesn't come from the specific thing(s) we're doing, but from the greater thing we're part of......" (Glenn Packiam - New Life Church)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause for a moment, and think about it. What are we part of? What are YOU part of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've part of something that's much much bigger than ourselves, bigger than this life we live. And this &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;, is a huge move of God across our land, across the nations. The creator of the universe is preparing for the return of the &lt;em&gt;Bridegroom&lt;/em&gt;. He's on the move, and calling out to us to move along with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what would YOU do? What are YOU part of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-8216382703857562921?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8216382703857562921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=8216382703857562921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8216382703857562921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8216382703857562921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/selah.html' title='Selah......'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-8464411618573159042</id><published>2008-02-07T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:25:18.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melaka... Malacca... Ma Liu Jia...</title><content type='html'>As most would know by now, I spend my CNYs in Malacca, where my maternal grandparents live. I've been coming up to Malacca for CNY ever since I was born. I don't even know what Singapore smells like on the 1st day of CNY, and I wonder when I'll ever find out... Some tell me that as far as smells go, it ain't that great. Hmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this year the hotel which we always stay in decided to provide FREE Wi-Fi in the lobby. So guess where I've been spending most of my time when the relatives are sleeping... Heh.. Thank You Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also managed to get some time to catch up on my reading, which is fantastic. The past few trips to SKS have left me with a huge backlog of books to finish. Haha. =) Here's some of the books that I hope to get through within the next few months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Hunger For God - John Piper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;By Faith and Failure - David Harley (a gift from Andrew &amp;amp; Diana)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Pursuit Of His Glory - RT Kendall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Living Church: Confessions of a lifelong pastor - John Stott&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex God - Rob Bell (sounds "dangerous"... But I thoroughly enjoyed his previous book, Velvet Elvis)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;someemobook &lt;/em&gt;that Maggie gave me for my birthday (I temporarily forgot the title of it, but it looks potentially suicide causing... haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Haha... looks like I've got alot of reading to do. But I'm loving every minute of it. Especially together with checking out the different albums I've procured over the last month. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now listening to a whole mix of Ross Parsely and The Desperation Band (4 albums worth! haha), Lifehouse (Collin Kam is the latest fan... yeahhhh), Matt Redman (&lt;em&gt;Facedown&lt;/em&gt;, not a new album, but a good one), and Damien Rice Live (i should try listening to it while reading Mag's book... in a child safe environment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, being here away from work and all, I have the chance to just spend time with God, reflecting on the past month. And also reflecting on some of the stuff that people have said to me over the past month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one has a monopoly on the truth, most definitely not me. So it's up to me to cry out to the Holy Spirit to reveal to me the truth of God present in all the things that I've experienced and heard from different people this past January. And it's up to Him to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok glenn's off to e.o.c. with a book. (what's e.o.c.? ask John... that's what John &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; for... ) Have a great CNY y'all... Shine for Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh yeah... Marcus, fellow pine grove mate, I dunno if you ever read my blog, but I'm praying for you yeah? Hopefully I'll be able to say hi to you online soon. God will provide... He is faithful. He is... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-8464411618573159042?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8464411618573159042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=8464411618573159042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8464411618573159042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8464411618573159042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/melaka-malacca-ma-liu-jia.html' title='Melaka... Malacca... Ma Liu Jia...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-6366070820207377659</id><published>2008-02-05T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:15:05.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When everything hinges on...</title><content type='html'>It's one of those days when it feels like everything's on your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;When everything hinges on YOU&lt;br /&gt;But still THE ONE says that &lt;em&gt;His yoke is easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;em&gt;His burden is light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then He says&lt;em&gt;,"My grace is sufficient for you..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And there's an intense struggle right now to surrender these feelings of being taken for granted... because I don't need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, who would I be to the people around me if I wasn't who I am... if I didn't do the things I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-6366070820207377659?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6366070820207377659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=6366070820207377659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6366070820207377659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6366070820207377659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-everything-hinges-on.html' title='When everything hinges on...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-6548883378476406248</id><published>2008-02-04T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:29:35.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>I still remember back in 2002, when a friend from NUS first introduced this band to me. I loved this song so much that I had it on repeat on my &lt;em&gt;discman&lt;/em&gt; (remember them frisbee looking things?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harmonies, the simple acoustic sound which I so love, all these are simply wonderful on the song. But to me what truly got me about this song are the lyrics. I loved the lyrics then, and I still love them now. Theologically probably a bit &lt;em&gt;salah&lt;/em&gt; I know... Haha. But I guess they just resonate with that little Mr Emo in me (who's starting to think that his amazing 5 year plan isn't so amazing after all, cos he'll probably fail it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I have no idea what happened to this band. If anyone knows anything about them please let me know. They just kinda disappeared after this album. And if anyone wants the mp3 of this song please let me know, good things must share......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The heavens paint a silent symphony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As Orion shines for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Are you there feeling the same as I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Whispering love songs to the lonely sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And though I don't know where you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know you must be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So for now I'll lay me down to sleep and dream and maybe tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll kiss the air that covers you -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll watch the moonlight dance in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll hold you safely in my arms -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe tomorrow you'll be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I said a prayer for you today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;May troubles be far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And I'll be here on bended knee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Until the day you say you'll marry me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And though I don't know who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know you're beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So for now I'll lay me down to sleep and dream and maybe tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll kiss the air that covers you -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll watch the moonlight dance in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll hold you safely in my arms -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe tomorrow you'll be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll be waiting patiently - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;promise you will wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No one else to hold on to - until I'm holding you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll kiss the air that covers you -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll watch the moonlight dance in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll hold you safely in my arms -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll love you more than life itself -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll watch the moonlight dance in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll hold you safely in my arms -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Maybe Tomorrow by Nouveaux)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it says in the song, "a&lt;em&gt;nd though I don't know who you are, I know you're beautiful". &lt;/em&gt;Haha... Sometimes I wonder about &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;... What if......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Mr Sentimental is outta here......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-6548883378476406248?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6548883378476406248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=6548883378476406248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6548883378476406248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6548883378476406248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/02/maybe-tomorrow.html' title='Maybe tomorrow...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-5822291050251414719</id><published>2008-01-31T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T14:07:29.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's what friends are for.....</title><content type='html'>Amidst the busy-ness, emo-ness, the broken clock and broken lights on the freeway which have been the "highlights" of January 2008, I still actually managed to take some time off to make someone laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out... taken from my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fwen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (to those who don't know, i HAVE to type it like that) Michelle's blog... it kinda shows how people of a certain kind naturally gravitate towards Michelle and be her friend (ok ok ok... her &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fwen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The things my fwens say sometimes really crack me up....:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Jason's car:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=============&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mich: Abi, where should we park? (we're not exactly familiar with the boat quay area)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abi: *very slowly* Ermmm.....CARR-PARKK??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mich: What the??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the BMI office:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;===============&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abi: I'm going to cut my hair after work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mich: Oh where?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abi: Errr...TOWN??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mich: What's with the vague answers?? (I was expecting the name of the Hair Salon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over msn:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=========&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desmond: I highlighted my hair!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mich: Oh cool! Where? (once again, expecting the name of the Hair Salon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desmond: Head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mich: ?!?!?! [obviously lah!!!! er duh!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over dinner discussing places to visit in Sydney:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=====================================&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mich: So do you think I should go visit the Sydney Fish Mkt?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glenn: Err...smells of fish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mich: Err yeahh....it IS a fish mkt u know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glenn: You should visit the Botanic Gdns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mich: Oh yeah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glenn: Yeah, its quite nice. Lots of trees.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mich: ....."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers everyone. To end off, here's some wise words from some very wise people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"If I could just see You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everything would be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I could see You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This darkness would turn to light..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Storm&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-5822291050251414719?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5822291050251414719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=5822291050251414719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5822291050251414719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5822291050251414719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/01/thats-what-friends-are-for.html' title='that&apos;s what friends are for.....'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-905201727951489308</id><published>2008-01-19T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:26:03.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm actually here...</title><content type='html'>Hello world of people who actually read this blog (can you imagine how sad it'd be if no one actually reads my blog, and hence my greeting is to no one?!). Well it's not like I do not want to blog. I actually do. But I think I've been so busy with the the gazillion things that have been taking up my time just at the start of this year that I really haven't had time to think of what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that you really need to plan what to blog per se, but since December '07, what with the mission trip and youth camp and all, I've been really trying to get a handle on everything that's happened around me and within me that it'll probably take a while to be able to properly express it into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, yaaay a new year has come. And whilst waiting for the words to come out of my mouth, here's a look back at the end of 2007 for me in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, the mission team to Ban Chang (minus Jea &amp;amp; Jesse who joined us later, i'll post pics with them later). This was really one of the best things to happen to me this year. It was such a fantastic trip... God moved in so many amazing ways during the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R5G4qPq0YeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dEV6pEFRof4/s1600-h/CIMG0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157106084216070626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R5G4qPq0YeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dEV6pEFRof4/s400/CIMG0934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R5G5Lfq0YfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/D8Awa-yQ4ds/s1600-h/CIMG1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157106655446721010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R5G5Lfq0YfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/D8Awa-yQ4ds/s400/CIMG1024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyonelovesAom...she'sthecutest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R5G52Pq0YgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o3WAdtDIjTA/s1600-h/CIMG0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157107389886128642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R5G52Pq0YgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o3WAdtDIjTA/s400/CIMG0964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R5G6Yvq0YhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qoRPlniKmHM/s1600-h/CIMG1014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157107982591615506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R5G6Yvq0YhI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qoRPlniKmHM/s400/CIMG1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK here's a pic taken after Covenant Service in church (for non-Anglicans, it's a new year's eve service starts at 11 and ends just after midnight, so you countdown with God). Haha. What a wonderful experience to be able to spend the first few moments of your birthday (and the year) among the saints? Thanks also to Jea &amp;amp; all for the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R5G3hfq0YdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bqDZmYyuN3E/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157104834380587474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R5G3hfq0YdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bqDZmYyuN3E/s400/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK lah I'll post more when I have more brain juice running... Ciao all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-905201727951489308?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/905201727951489308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=905201727951489308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/905201727951489308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/905201727951489308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-actually-here.html' title='I&apos;m actually here...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/R5G4qPq0YeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dEV6pEFRof4/s72-c/CIMG0934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-9024579203541002960</id><published>2008-01-14T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T00:13:42.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>I have updated my blog... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-9024579203541002960?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/9024579203541002960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=9024579203541002960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/9024579203541002960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/9024579203541002960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-5421051964959753888</id><published>2007-12-05T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T02:19:41.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was blessed today...</title><content type='html'>Our God is truly an awesome God. Today when one of my cell members shared with me how God was good to him in his life, I was totally blown away. It really showed me how you're never really alone and how the Uncreated One is truly in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil and his minions will try all sorts of ways to get me to focus on myself and my "plight". But His Word NEVER fails. My God is faithful, and He will always provide the way of escape. He will never allow to carry something more than I can bear (1 Corinthians 10:13). All I need to do is come to Him in humility, and learn to surrender. I choose to TRUE ROAD to &lt;em&gt;somewhere&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God used a fellow brother who had walked down a similar path just days earlier to speak His truth into my life. He used this brother to show me I'm never really alone on this pilgrim way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J, I praise God for how you've grown into maturity in Christ over the past few years. Thank you for demonstrating 1 Corinthians 2:4 in how you've ministered to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-5421051964959753888?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5421051964959753888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=5421051964959753888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5421051964959753888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5421051964959753888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-was-blessed-today.html' title='I was blessed today...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-3831229168576609939</id><published>2007-11-30T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T11:44:54.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I choose the TRUE ROAD...</title><content type='html'>Some people aren't quite fans of the Eugene Peterson's paraphrase of the Bible, &lt;em&gt;THE MESSAGE&lt;/em&gt;, but I am. Or rather... I have come to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This practically captures it all for me... I couldn't have described it better myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm feeling terrible—I couldn't feel worse!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get me on my feet again. You promised, remember?    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I told my story, you responded;       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;train me well in your deep wisdom.    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help me understand these things inside and out       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so I can ponder your miracle-wonders.    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sad life's dilapidated, a falling-down barn;       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;build me up again by your Word.    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barricade the road that goes Nowhere;       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;grace me with your clear revelation.    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I choose the true road to Somewhere,       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I post your road signs at every curve and corner.    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I grasp and cling to whatever you tell me;       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, don't let me down!    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll run the course you lay out for me       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you'll just show me how."   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 119:25-32 (The Message)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-3831229168576609939?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3831229168576609939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=3831229168576609939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3831229168576609939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3831229168576609939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-choose-true-road.html' title='I choose the TRUE ROAD...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-4459713198273458898</id><published>2007-11-29T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:15:28.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Them creative types...</title><content type='html'>You know how they say them creative types are usually temperamental, emotional with weird-ass mood swings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about those like me who are sooooo not creative, but still temperamental, emotional with weird-ass mood swings? I have no words to describe myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's disgusting... I'm not satisfied because I know I should be filled with joy. His joy is my strength, and any thing else is just a temporary high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been quite (read: VERY) moody of late. Of course being a guy you kinda just put on a brave front and act like everything's all cool. But this week's been a sort of an emotional roller coaster...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm waiting here...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-4459713198273458898?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4459713198273458898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=4459713198273458898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4459713198273458898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4459713198273458898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/11/them-creative-types.html' title='Them creative types...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-3111458196890428464</id><published>2007-11-26T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:16:43.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting in the silence...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in one of those moods where you just wish for a friend who'd be willing to just sit with you in the silence? You're not in the mood for talking, but you would like a friend to just come sit with you... letting you know that he's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's one of them days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where I ain't much for words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But would appreciate the company&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now would you come sit with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-3111458196890428464?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3111458196890428464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=3111458196890428464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3111458196890428464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3111458196890428464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/11/sitting-in-silence.html' title='Sitting in the silence...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-5586902354378471621</id><published>2007-10-31T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:43:52.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on our knees...</title><content type='html'>I don't think the call to prayer and repentance has ever been stronger than it is now... just one touch... just one touch Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-5586902354378471621?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5586902354378471621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=5586902354378471621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5586902354378471621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5586902354378471621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-our-knees.html' title='on our knees...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-458711020003222531</id><published>2007-10-29T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:27:42.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e.m.o.</title><content type='html'>I'm how tempted to type like 1 x long e dot m dot o dot (e.m.o.) entry now... but then I think it's a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-458711020003222531?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/458711020003222531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=458711020003222531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/458711020003222531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/458711020003222531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/10/emo.html' title='e.m.o.'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-6520805658604275722</id><published>2007-10-29T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T01:34:41.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Law v.s. Grace?</title><content type='html'>Just this week a friend asked me,"Are you as hard on other people as you are on yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well, generally unless I know it's something I'm called to do, then... NO. But if there are people I have offended in the past because of this, I am sorry. Do let me know, and I WILL apologise to you personally, IN PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not think I am too hard on myself. If I am, I think it's because I lack discipline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-6520805658604275722?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6520805658604275722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=6520805658604275722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6520805658604275722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6520805658604275722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/10/law-vs-grace.html' title='Law v.s. Grace?'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-2501832296668827331</id><published>2007-10-29T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T02:06:52.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication breakdowns...</title><content type='html'>I hate them... I hate being misunderstood, I hate misunderstanding people. But it happens alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can't go on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-2501832296668827331?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2501832296668827331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=2501832296668827331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2501832296668827331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2501832296668827331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/10/communication-breakdowns.html' title='Communication breakdowns...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-9219172276944505735</id><published>2007-10-29T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T01:28:12.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, sorry for the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, church was great today. It was one of those Sundays where I wasn't leading worship for main service or for youth. I actually had time to NOT have my lunch in Holland Village! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to church. For service today, the worship team decided to do a special "Jewish" set, meaning they did all the praise &amp;amp; worship songs with Jewish influences, songs from the Messaianic movement and stuff. Songs like "Kadosh", "Jehovah Jireh"... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome time of worship. Technically it was really good. But that's not even the point right now. I appreciate these "Jewish songs" because they're simply ALL ABOUT GOD. They simply declare the awesomeness, the holiness, the majesty of our Holy God. And they are a welcome change from alot of the songs we sing nowadays, about what WE would do for God, about how much we love God. Don't get me wrong there is a place for alot of these songs, and I love them, but we have to realise we're nothing but mere feeble humans. We can SAY we love God, and that we wanna do this and do that for Him, but we WILL fail. And that is why we need Jesus, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jewish songs" simply capture the nature and character of God, His unchanging nature. It's always good to just totally focus on that from time to time. He is the same yesterday, today, and forevermore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would like to give props to the band who really pulled off a set that I am pretty sure wasn't a stroll by the beach technically. Praise God! He took their hardwork and multiplied it for His glory! Oh yah, special mention to Junxu, who played acoustic for the first time at main service today. What a set for your debut man! Haha... But it was definitely a great first time. Good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singers sounded really awesome too. Good to see Henry back on vocals too.=)&lt;br /&gt;And of course...Shawn, THE VOICE, he was brilliant (as usual) as worship leader (and sometimes dancer too! haha... "hallelujah hallelujah"). May the Potter continue to shape you into something of beauty that reflects His majesty, as you yield yourself to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget the dancers as well. They just keep getting better! Good to see Danch on the team as well! I was really ministered by the dancers today. Awesome... (i don't have much of a vocabulary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for blessing us with the people in our worship ministry. Every single one of them, not just those who were serving today is special in your eyes, and is made in your image. Lead us to the cross, and may we fall in love with you all over again, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord also for 2 very powerful and annointed messages today. The first was delivered at main service by Ps William, on the "Goliaths in our lives" (ok tt's my own title.. but that is what it was about). The 2nd was by Ivan at youth, on finding our rest in Him. This was seriously THE BEST message Ivan has given ever. It could only be you God, taking Ivan's efforts and using it for Your glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Your Word never return to you void.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-9219172276944505735?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/9219172276944505735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=9219172276944505735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/9219172276944505735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/9219172276944505735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/10/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-5164112371065542945</id><published>2007-10-10T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:24:39.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're old when...</title><content type='html'>Ok... so this morning I went to Starbucks to get a coffee. When I got there, I ordered my usual and proceeded with the payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the counter girl was getting me my change, she asked, "So...... Not working today?" =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's terrible... They've always always asked me, "Not in school today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'monlytwentyfive...really...onlytwentyfive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-5164112371065542945?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5164112371065542945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=5164112371065542945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5164112371065542945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5164112371065542945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-know-youre-old-when.html' title='You know you&apos;re old when...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-7761891474617022494</id><published>2007-10-09T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:14:43.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I surrendered...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RwuMbAiV9II/AAAAAAAAAFA/v5GG4JOt3qQ/s1600-h/DSC00091_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RwuMbAiV9II/AAAAAAAAAFA/v5GG4JOt3qQ/s400/DSC00091_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119339797065102466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RwuMFQiV9HI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4EvEf7mwAuE/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RwuMFQiV9HI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4EvEf7mwAuE/s400/DSC00091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119339423402947698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bloggercannotorientatemypicturesproperlysoiamnotveryhappy. (icutmyhairbytheway)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-7761891474617022494?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7761891474617022494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=7761891474617022494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/7761891474617022494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/7761891474617022494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-surrendered.html' title='I surrendered...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RwuMbAiV9II/AAAAAAAAAFA/v5GG4JOt3qQ/s72-c/DSC00091_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-3740016587982791547</id><published>2007-10-09T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T02:33:35.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You Lord...</title><content type='html'>I give my life...&lt;br /&gt;To honour YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOU are the Christ&lt;br /&gt;My Saviour King&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How can I give anything less&lt;br /&gt;When you gave heaven's best?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-3740016587982791547?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3740016587982791547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=3740016587982791547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3740016587982791547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3740016587982791547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-you-lord.html' title='I Love You Lord...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-5865731527525561074</id><published>2007-10-08T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:53:40.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the gate is narrow and the way is hard......</title><content type='html'>I totally applaud this pastor for his uncompromising stand. These posts might offend, and they're definitely hard to swallow. But these are issues that we (esp the youth of today), need to address. To say that these things are not a struggle to me would be plain lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wished the church really talked more about such stuff. Our God isn't a floaty, happy clappy "inthecloudswithprettystuff" type god... He's GOD. GOD OVER ALL. He may be loving, but He's also strict, uncompromising... because He's unchanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give our God anything less would be to cheapen the work of the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really... EVERYONE needs to read this... THESE rather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.perrynoble.com/2006/11/02/masturbation/"&gt;http://www.perrynoble.com/2006/11/02/masturbation/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.perrynoble.com/2005/08/17/thought-on-pornography/"&gt;http://www.perrynoble.com/2005/08/17/thought-on-pornography/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.perrynoble.com/2007/09/11/nice-christian-boys-and-girls-make-me-sick/"&gt;http://www.perrynoble.com/2007/09/11/nice-christian-boys-and-girls-make-me-sick/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-5865731527525561074?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5865731527525561074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-4512555783684030215</id><published>2007-10-03T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:31:00.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>War cry...</title><content type='html'>The battle for this broken world can only be fought on our knees......&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now who's going to answer the call?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-4512555783684030215?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4512555783684030215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Glenn... sucks... at the art of holding things in Fine Tension.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And thus... he is not a very happy boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-5989476469341832082?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5989476469341832082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=5989476469341832082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5989476469341832082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5989476469341832082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/10/fine-tension.html' title='Fine Tension...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-5191891625080301135</id><published>2007-10-01T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T15:35:39.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership Experiences &amp; Struggles #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes you wonder if it is all worth it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't please everyone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You will ALWAYS mess up... ALOT. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never expect people to appreciate you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-5191891625080301135?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5191891625080301135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=5191891625080301135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5191891625080301135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5191891625080301135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/10/leadership-experiences-struggles-1.html' title='Leadership Experiences &amp; Struggles #1'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-5774185231541686285</id><published>2007-09-28T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T01:41:04.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photosss... from the last couple of weeks</title><content type='html'>Introducing...... TAN WEIYING! (She eats boys for breakfast...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvvnqODdbLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SuJT-2_nbpY/s1600-h/CIMG0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114936514322459826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvvnqODdbLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SuJT-2_nbpY/s400/CIMG0529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Weiying: I'm hungryyyy!!! Roarrrrrr..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114937145682652370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvvoO-DdbNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DP4bU1xgGfg/s400/CIMG0531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Weiying: 1 down... many many many more to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denise: How does she do it?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvvnWeDdbKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0rGNgN-Gqr0/s1600-h/CIMG0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114936175020043426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvvnWeDdbKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0rGNgN-Gqr0/s400/CIMG0453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The NEW URBAN MALES of Connect. (and some very tall girls... either that or those males are just... errrm... nvm) I love how every single person's expression does not seem related to each other. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now for the good stuff. Presenting... The SJC Mission Team to Ban Chang, Thailand!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114935711163575442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/Rvvm7eDdbJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ewC1IrUL9kw/s400/CIMG0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvvmveDdbII/AAAAAAAAAEA/kbG4JL4WKC0/s1600-h/CIMG0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114935505005145218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvvmveDdbII/AAAAAAAAAEA/kbG4JL4WKC0/s400/CIMG0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok we're still missing Joel Chan from all these pictures. Do pray for us as we prepare for the trip! =) Lives will be changed... and He's gonna start with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114937540819643618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/Rvvol-DdbOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FXadvafWuXk/s400/CIMG0570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idunnowhatweweredoing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-5774185231541686285?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5774185231541686285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=5774185231541686285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5774185231541686285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5774185231541686285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/09/photosss-from-last-couple-of-weeks.html' title='Photosss... from the last couple of weeks'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvvnqODdbLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SuJT-2_nbpY/s72-c/CIMG0529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-8896287046889459384</id><published>2007-09-28T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T01:20:48.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In pain...</title><content type='html'>Having a pretty rough week. A rollercoaster week of sorts. Trying to hear His voice in the midst of my work... wondering why on earth I do what I do, be it in church or in the office. I figure He's calling me to Him... the question is: How will I respond?.............. (Matthew 11:28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I offer my life to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're leading me to the point of death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the death of all that is in me that does not honour You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ask Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a heart of obedience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even to the point of death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-8896287046889459384?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8896287046889459384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=8896287046889459384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8896287046889459384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8896287046889459384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-pain.html' title='In pain...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-8223573924654960322</id><published>2007-09-25T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T11:49:49.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe it?</title><content type='html'>A vision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of a young people in love&lt;br /&gt;Young people so in love&lt;br /&gt;So in love with their Saviour&lt;br /&gt;That they're willing to count the cost&lt;br /&gt;And follow Him to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For He counted the cost&lt;br /&gt;He paid the price&lt;br /&gt;He crossed the great divide&lt;br /&gt;All for love to take our place&lt;br /&gt;All for love He finished the race&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is a vision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of a people willing&lt;br /&gt;Willing to pay the price&lt;br /&gt;Willing to carry the name of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;The name above all names&lt;br /&gt;The name of the Saviour who gave His life&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are in the world but not of it&lt;br /&gt;Who are willing to have their hearts broken&lt;br /&gt;Broken for the things that break His&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;These people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Not afraid to take the stand&lt;br /&gt;Not afraid to bow to His plan&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a hunger&lt;br /&gt;A passion&lt;br /&gt;An unquenchable desire&lt;br /&gt;To see the name of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;Lifted high above every land&lt;br /&gt;On earth as it is in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empowered by the Giver of Life&lt;br /&gt;They will give themselves no rest&lt;br /&gt;Holding on and never letting go&lt;br /&gt;Till the day&lt;br /&gt;When every nation, tribe and tongue&lt;br /&gt;Exalts the name of the King of Kings&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Can you see it?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;Can you see it?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A generation carrying the Light&lt;br /&gt;Shining bright against the darkness&lt;br /&gt;A generation of warriors&lt;br /&gt;An army of light, rising forth&lt;br /&gt;From the valley of bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaming like a city on a hill&lt;br /&gt;There is none but ONE whom they fear&lt;br /&gt;Breaking free&lt;br /&gt;There is no turning back&lt;br /&gt;The battle cry is on their lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hands, His feet they will be&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of a world that's lost&lt;br /&gt;They will be speakers of truth&lt;br /&gt;Believing that the time is near&lt;br /&gt;And the hour is almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see it?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-8223573924654960322?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8223573924654960322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=8223573924654960322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8223573924654960322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8223573924654960322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-you-believe-it.html' title='Do you believe it?'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-8793421590556652091</id><published>2007-09-23T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T15:00:48.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney...</title><content type='html'>Few places in the world make me smile like Sydney can. I can't even explain why. I just like the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now... I wish I could just run away and stay there.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.Of course I know I can't...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-8793421590556652091?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8793421590556652091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=8793421590556652091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8793421590556652091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/8793421590556652091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/09/sydney.html' title='Sydney...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-4610004640269617367</id><published>2007-09-21T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T14:11:14.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink? No Drink?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dankimball.com/vintage_faith/2007/07/would-jesus-be-.html"&gt;http://www.dankimball.com/vintage_faith/2007/07/would-jesus-be-.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, well-written article. So what do YOU think? Feel free to leave comments.... But don't unreasonably slam anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-4610004640269617367?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4610004640269617367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=4610004640269617367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4610004640269617367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/4610004640269617367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/09/drink-no-drink.html' title='Drink? No Drink?'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-5488244437353242631</id><published>2007-09-21T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T01:36:19.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This just blew me away...</title><content type='html'>From a Franciscan Benediction…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May God bless you with discomfort at easy answers, half truths, and superficial relationships, so that you may live deep within your heart.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you with anger at injustice, oppression, and exploitation of people, so that you may work for justice, freedom and peace.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you with tears to shed for those who suffer from pain, rejection, starvation, and war, so that you may reach out your hand to comfort them and to turn their pain in to joy.&lt;br /&gt;And may God bless you with enough foolishness to believe that you can make a difference in this world, so that you can do what others claim cannot be done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-5488244437353242631?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5488244437353242631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=5488244437353242631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5488244437353242631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5488244437353242631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-just-blew-me-away.html' title='This just blew me away...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-6579827601024172104</id><published>2007-09-20T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T01:59:00.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvFgI9OC_vI/AAAAAAAAADY/B7y6ixWrr58/s1600-h/CIMG0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So many things (I want) to do, so little time. I know I'm supposed to post on Japan. I promise I'll do that in detail soon (soon enough). In the meantime, picture update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvFce9OC_sI/AAAAAAAAADA/FjDlDkpbLxU/s1600-h/260820071319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvFce9OC_sI/AAAAAAAAADA/FjDlDkpbLxU/s400/260820071319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111968738941533890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me on the subway in Japan. My dad's pretty trigger happy with his phone camera, much more than me! So anyway, when we first got to the hotel our rooms weren't ready yet so we decided to go explore first. So that means those were the clothes I wore on the plane! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvFeGdOC_tI/AAAAAAAAADI/oJRdStu9xhA/s1600-h/CIMG0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvFeGdOC_tI/AAAAAAAAADI/oJRdStu9xhA/s320/CIMG0185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111970517057994450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken at the Mt Fuji Visitor's Centre. This picture apparently depicts an ancient myth about history of the mountain. Haha.... quite the funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough about Japan for this post. Couple more before I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvFfEdOC_uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yZ98M1G2E64/s1600-h/CIMG0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvFfEdOC_uI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yZ98M1G2E64/s400/CIMG0405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111971582209883874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvFgI9OC_vI/AAAAAAAAADY/B7y6ixWrr58/s1600-h/CIMG0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvFgI9OC_vI/AAAAAAAAADY/B7y6ixWrr58/s400/CIMG0404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111972759030922994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvFihtOC_zI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Iwp8jK7-1Vg/s1600-h/CIMG0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvFihtOC_zI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Iwp8jK7-1Vg/s400/CIMG0384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111975383255940914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvFhZtOC_xI/AAAAAAAAADo/lkvJlKTOnSI/s1600-h/CIMG0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvFhZtOC_xI/AAAAAAAAADo/lkvJlKTOnSI/s400/CIMG0391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111974146305359634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvFh-9OC_yI/AAAAAAAAADw/J8Sugnrniuw/s1600-h/CIMG0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvFh-9OC_yI/AAAAAAAAADw/J8Sugnrniuw/s400/CIMG0402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111974786255486754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lims have gone to Jakarta. And while it's really sad to see them leave, I also couldn't be happier for them because they're right smack where God wants them to be. Our prayers are with you. You'll be missed, all 7 of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-6579827601024172104?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6579827601024172104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=6579827601024172104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6579827601024172104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/6579827601024172104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/09/snaps.html' title='Snaps'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RvFce9OC_sI/AAAAAAAAADA/FjDlDkpbLxU/s72-c/260820071319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-1181127931288852280</id><published>2007-09-20T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:46:07.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Come to Me... and I will give you rest." (Matthew 11:28)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first post back and it isn't happy stuff. Haven't been the happiest camper at work. It's just been terribly difficult to motivate myself to actually do my work, and be happy whilst at it. I keep thinking of church, Connect, JYM, the worship min, people I wish I had time to meet with, etc. And then I wish I had 48 hours a day (and of course the rest of the world has to have 48 too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes one struggles. While I am certain of where He's leading me in my life, I just can't keep focusing THERE and not be at rest in Him NOW, where He's placed me for the moment. God is not just THERE, but He's also HERE, walking the journey with me. I need a fresh revelation of Him in these areas of my life which I find myself far from Him, unable to see Him or hear Him. Do pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God is faithful, in the midst of tough times He does these things just to show me He's listening, that He's there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm in the prayer room and I'm praying hard for this person who's in this situation. Almost immediately after I finish praying, I get an sms about this person, and it's positive! =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had the privilege to be used to minister to someone today, and God literally gave me all &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;the words (through His Word) to say to this brother! The words were like a perfect match to his situation! And those verses were all the verses He led me to read and meditate upon last week! Coolness beyond words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Kingdom come, Your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven." (Matthew 6:10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think BIG, Start SMALL, Build DEEP! Let's be faithful in the little things my friends! Let our lives be windows to HEAVEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-1181127931288852280?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1181127931288852280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=1181127931288852280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/1181127931288852280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/1181127931288852280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-things.html' title='Little Things'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-878114912863200001</id><published>2007-09-11T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T13:02:21.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back... almost</title><content type='html'>Hello all, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been missing for a while cos the past 2-3 weeks have been pretty darn crazy, what with my Tokyo trip, 24/7, IDMC, the Lim's leaving, etc... Add to that me trying to get back into the swing of things at work, you have one insane time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, to those who actually read my blog (whoever you people are, if you are actually out there...), I'll be back soon... I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I also realised that this last 2-3 weeks has really been a time of cleaning out the closet. Things are changing, things are falling in place. So praise God... I'm a gonna let Him clean out the closet in my life some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... till I actually have time to blog properly... toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-878114912863200001?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/878114912863200001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=878114912863200001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/878114912863200001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/878114912863200001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-almost.html' title='Back... almost'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-1893601883442660547</id><published>2007-09-01T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:44:57.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st September 2007</title><content type='html'>While I still maintain that I thoroughly enjoyed myself this past week here in Tokyo, today was probably the least enjoyable of all the days. I went through the day with the nagging unsettled feeling in me once again. And I realised it was because today was the Family A'fair carnival that we've been looking forward to for quite a while now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day I actually felt this longing to be back in Singapore with the Connectors getting all hot and sweaty making and serving drinks. It got so bad I really couldn't enjoy myelf at certain points. All I could do was pray continually for the Connectors and the church as they came together to serve one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, for blessing the church with good weather today, and for making the carnival a success. Thank you Lord, also, for the really WONDERFUL bunch of people we have in the Connect Ministry. Thank you for the unity in the ministry and also for their relentless commitment to see this project to completion, and not just to completion, but to SUCCESS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All BLESSING, HONOUR, GLORY &amp; POWER be unto YOU LORD! (Also, Thank You Lord that the Connect Ministry doesn't hate me for "abandoning" them as we neared the carnival...... I hope they don't...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Connect Ministry: THANK YOU. It's truly a testament to His goodness they way you guys &amp; girls pulled this off. Awesome... AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Collin, Jeanette, Debbie, Weiying: I passed the baton on to the 4 of you, and I know you people did the FAB job pulling everything together. It's only the night of the carnival and i'm already hearing praises! Dinner on me when I get back (someone remind me about this). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iHeart Connect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-1893601883442660547?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1893601883442660547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=1893601883442660547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/1893601883442660547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/1893601883442660547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/09/1st-september-2007.html' title='1st September 2007'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-2093292274775231446</id><published>2007-09-01T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T22:41:29.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at least it's not a brAwl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/Rtl5lP9Mv6I/AAAAAAAAACw/9Fz1palNuMk/s1600-h/DSC00145%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/Rtl5lP9Mv6I/AAAAAAAAACw/9Fz1palNuMk/s400/DSC00145%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105245333446508450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leaving Tokyo tomorrow morning. It's been a great week so far. In brief:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I didn't get no BEEF with anyone. Not with my parents, not with any locals (of course not!).&lt;br /&gt;2. Overall, I must say I had a BALL of a time here in Tokyo. More on this when I get home and transfer all my pics onto my computer. &lt;br /&gt;3. It's in Tokyo (Harajuku to be precise), where I had the best BOWL of ramen everrrrr....... I don't know if I can go back to eating the normal stuff back home. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;4. The english here is really quite bad. Haha... as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it BOWL, BALL, or BRAWL?! Hur Hur Hur...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/Rtl5rv9Mv7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZKCooqnjo-E/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/Rtl5rv9Mv7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZKCooqnjo-E/s400/DSC00135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105245445115658162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I during the Mt Fuji &amp; Hakone tour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-2093292274775231446?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2093292274775231446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=2093292274775231446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2093292274775231446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2093292274775231446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-least-its-not-brawl.html' title='at least it&apos;s not a brAwl...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/Rtl5lP9Mv6I/AAAAAAAAACw/9Fz1palNuMk/s72-c/DSC00145%231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-5416381446230809201</id><published>2007-08-27T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:14:05.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo Blog #1</title><content type='html'>Herro everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here I am in my little sardine can of a hotel room in Asakusa, Tokyo. It's the end of Day 2 of my holiday here. It's been good fun so far, getting lost in the complicated (mainly due to the language barrier) subway system, hunting down obscure eating places, EATING, shopping (Uniqlo rocks my socks). I intended to do a photo update every night (make that every 2 nights), but Glenn the clever boy forgot to bring the USB cable for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a snippet of stuff from the 2 days, I'll do a proper post (or posts) when I have pics lah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the food rocks. the raw fish melts in your mouth, and the ramen is like how shiok, and beer is cheap!&lt;br /&gt;2. Mcdonald's has a McPork here... hahaha... I want!&lt;br /&gt;3. Japanese people are actually really nice. I can't understand a word they say, but the service beats Singapore's anytime. &lt;br /&gt;4. Tokyo is messier and dirtier and less futuristic than I imagined it to be. =(&lt;br /&gt;5. It's SUPERRRRRRR HOT, but minus Singapore's humidity. &lt;br /&gt;6. Uniqlo UT is heaven in the form of a THREE storey t-shirt shop, and every tee is $20SGD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, I haven't bumped into Hello Kitty on the street yet. I wonder why... hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I MUST remember to blog about the FLIGHT, which kinda sucked. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-5416381446230809201?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5416381446230809201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=5416381446230809201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5416381446230809201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/5416381446230809201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/08/tokyo-blog-1.html' title='Tokyo Blog #1'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-7431067819762553148</id><published>2007-08-25T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T04:19:09.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things one should never do when leading worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Never attempt Chris Tomlin's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with no band (2 acoustics) AND without practicing beforehand with your co-leader/guitarist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Never start preparing for worship at 5.15PM the day you are leading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Never have completely no time of practice with your co-leader (no matter how good he is). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm sure there are more... but for starters I did all 3 tonight. =( There was some hiccup with our roster and the person who was supposed to lead wasn't aware of it. So I took over. Technically it bombed. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But God is faithful, and I saw people worshipping, which is great. Cos then I know it's CONFIRM NOT me, but Him at work. Hallelujah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-7431067819762553148?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7431067819762553148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=7431067819762553148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/7431067819762553148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/7431067819762553148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/08/things-one-should-never-do-when-leading.html' title='Things one should never do when leading worship'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-1099770049579605877</id><published>2007-08-20T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T12:32:08.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History Maker (by Delirious?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Is it true today that when people pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cloudless skies will break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kings and queens will shake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes it's true and I believe it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm living for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it true today that when people pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll see dead men rise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the blind set free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes it's true and I believe it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm living for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna be a history maker in this land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna be a speaker of truth to all mankind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna stand, I'm gonna run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Into your arms, into your arms again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Into your arms, into your arms again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well it's true today that when people stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the fire of God, and the truth in hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll see miracles, we'll see angels sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll see broken hearts making history&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes it's true and I believe it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're living for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-1099770049579605877?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1099770049579605877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=1099770049579605877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/1099770049579605877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/1099770049579605877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/08/history-maker-by-delirious.html' title='History Maker (by Delirious?)'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-2812427869405844193</id><published>2007-08-15T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:08:26.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Will (taken from "Mere Christianity" by C.S. Lewis)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Why, then, did God give them free will? Because free will, though it makes evil possible, is the only thing that makes possible any love or goodness or joy worth having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-2812427869405844193?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2812427869405844193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=2812427869405844193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2812427869405844193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/2812427869405844193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/08/fee-will-taken-from-mere-christianity.html' title='Free Will (taken from &quot;Mere Christianity&quot; by C.S. Lewis)'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19801024.post-3095485564840077973</id><published>2007-08-15T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:11:09.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only thing worse than a guy in women's clothing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RsHxj5-SAoI/AAAAAAAAACo/4oyNTrAJlCY/s1600-h/Collin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098621852319875714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RsHxj5-SAoI/AAAAAAAAACo/4oyNTrAJlCY/s400/Collin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... is a guy in a little girl's clothing. Here's everyone's favourite guitarist wearing Emily's hoodie. (and you thought his brother wearing the same stripes as a girl who looked like him was weird enough...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19801024-3095485564840077973?l=sfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3095485564840077973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19801024&amp;postID=3095485564840077973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3095485564840077973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19801024/posts/default/3095485564840077973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sfiction.blogspot.com/2007/08/only-thing-worse-than-man-in-womans.html' title='The only thing worse than a guy in women&apos;s clothing...'/><author><name>g.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14837717509502521510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M9ooyN59sRc/RsHxj5-SAoI/AAAAAAAAACo/4oyNTrAJlCY/s72-c/Collin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
