<?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-20035225</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:46:49.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juz mie..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-1076480103822919440</id><published>2007-07-17T09:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:27:00.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-1076480103822919440?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/1076480103822919440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=1076480103822919440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/1076480103822919440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/1076480103822919440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2007/07/lifeanewinthelight.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-3691357603325231148</id><published>2007-03-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:01:29.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sad.&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;I'm not sad&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;I'm not sad.&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;So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But am I unaffected? I can't say I'm not. It's expected and all, but still.. Could it be that even that first part was a lie? Again, I can't tell my feelings apart. Guess at one time, I have been apathetic for too long. Have I forgotten how to feel? Being emo does that to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long since I stopped and just soak in the immense joy of salvation? When was the last time I put aside the cares of this world and basked in the love of Jesus Christ? I'm so tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my haircut! Hahaz.. Well, it's remained pretty much the same. Just that my hair is thinned out and the top is cut shorter so it doesn't look like a bowl anymore. My bushy back has also been cleared, but not all gone! Just layered I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline: I look like a butch now la. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I a nuisance to you? I just don't want to drift further away than I already am. Sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-3691357603325231148?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/3691357603325231148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/3691357603325231148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-not-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-456041105715972002</id><published>2007-03-12T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T00:20:46.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These past three days have been filled with excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Ok. Maybe that heading might not have excited you very much. I'll go straight to the point then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wild Goose Race! Many people confused it with a wild goose CHASE which is quite annoying. Ahh but who cares..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we sort of ran around singapore looking for various clues to complete the questions then head towards the next destination. The group was given $20 per head since we're not allowed to use our own money or EZlink card. Ours recieved $320. I'll leave you to do the math -.-&lt;br /&gt;It was great to be able to work together as a team in moving around and solving questions. I'm sure that somehow, each of us learned a valuable lesson from this trip, one way or another. Spending 2hrs on lunch was kinda cool as well=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had choir rehearsals in the afternoon. We're rehearsing for the Youth Gospel Night in April! Er.. I forgot which date in April but.. it's in April! Haha.. Tell if if you want to go ok? Even if you don't, I'm gonna ask you anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Managed to smoothen out some rough edges in our various parts and I'm sure with God's help, we'll be able to do it well! We even came up with some cool variations for a song! Wowee.. So exciting..&lt;br /&gt;The 143rd Sunday School Anniversary was held in the evening. It's a great way to remember how God brought us, as an assembly, through all these years. With the various items being put up, I sure hope God was happy with it=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday blues.. Went to work. Nothing very different except that Wesley took leave and a colleague came back from a week long break. Back to the tiring lunch crowd. The day would probably have continued drearily if not for this sms from Nathanael at 3:20:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh boy.. Bangang leh. Matt, Merv, amos, me and wesley at sentosa.. shiok ah.. Haha.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, first thought: &lt;em&gt;What in the world is Wesley doing there when he took leave to help the BB?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he was helping the BB. At Sentosa=.=&lt;br /&gt;Quickly finished my shift and headed down there too. There was a nice sun in the sky and I really did not want to miss the chance of a sunburn=P&lt;br /&gt;I still didn't get my sunburn. I didn't get to kayak. I didn't even got to ride the luge. Just a simple dip in the salty sea. At least I got to meet up with the guys..&lt;br /&gt;After sentosa, Matt and Merv went for choir practice. We met up with Con and Cherie, who happened to be at sentosa but on another part of the stinking island, and ate dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, of course, was inevitable with such a group gathered. Hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;Played LAN after dinner till about 10:30. Reached home around 11:15. *Sigh* There's still work tomorrow. I think I'm going to quit soon. Getting real tiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-456041105715972002?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/456041105715972002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/456041105715972002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2007/03/these-past-three-days-have-been-filled.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-4890445640057075817</id><published>2007-03-06T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:46:33.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, not say very good day, also not say very bad day. I guess it's those one of those days where nothing seems to be going your way at one moment, and then some unexpected pleasant thing happens at the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from the beginning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Managed to wake up early despite just 5hrs of sleep! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Couldn't log on to the bloody JAE/IS thingy to check my posting results yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Breakfast meeting only got 8 people. Easy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mom sms-ed to tell me that I was posted to TP and not SAJC. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mood picked up when I had egg sandwich for breakfast! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Then drooped way down low again when Wesley told me he didn't make it too Sports and Wellness. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Knocked off on time and rushed back to get a haircut! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hairdresser was closed. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Had a nice shower, put on nice clothes, and set off for SAJC to appeal! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Passed by a friend on the way there who told me that the whole bloody school was evacuated due to tremors. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Met Mr Yee near the JC! ( He's a real passionate old-boy. Obsessed?? =P ) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Told me there was no one in the JC. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Told me again that the general office might be open! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Couldn't find an entrance into the JC. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Managed to go in through the "sianz"ingly far Main Gate! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Left without handing in the appeal form as they were closing already. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after all these events that somehow, I knew that maybe God didn't want me to go to SAJC. Maybe it's part of His perfect plan that I should go somewhere else and perhaps help start a work there? It still is hard for me to accept that I probably would not carry on the "Saint" journey. Almost heartbreaking. Yet, if God really doesn't want me to go there, then there is absolutely nothing I can do to enter even if I hand in a hundred appeal forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys. Go on without me. I'll see you around.. Somehow..&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;Oh. The day didn't end like this &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-I had an amazing time talking to God at the prayer meeting and wonderful fellowship with fellow brothers and sisters in Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are we  meant to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-4890445640057075817?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/4890445640057075817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/4890445640057075817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-not-say-very-good-day-also-not.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-3157659175767465218</id><published>2007-03-05T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:19:59.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work, work, work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much the first thing that comes to my mind when I try to strike up conversations or even start this post. It seems work has kicked up a whole new level of boredom in my already pathetically boring life. Occassionally, I do get a few decent smiles, heartfelt "thanks" and a generous tip which can really make my day. Other times, it's the demanding customers and the cheapskate goons that really make me wonder why I asked for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I should look on the bright side huh? At least I get paid for the boredom=)&lt;br /&gt;Unlike school=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be starting school soon. Who knows where I'll end up? Is SAJC still a fat hope? Can I even end up in Communications and Media Management at TP? Only God knows, I guess. Just God, and the people who posted me to where I'm going to end up for the next 2-3years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- Wow. The excitment is really killing me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should get a haircut tomorrow. The hair I got on isn't really going to impress the principal should I have to appeal for SAJC. Darn. So little time here and there. Wouldn't be able to check my results tomorrow morning. Gotta have to do it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I still being deluded by my feelings? I really don't know. All I know is that somehow, there's this missing piece inside.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, should there &lt;em&gt;be &lt;/em&gt;a &lt;em&gt;missing piece&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-3157659175767465218?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/3157659175767465218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/3157659175767465218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2007/03/work-work-work.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-117207839765962365</id><published>2007-02-22T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T01:19:57.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I bought more clothes this month than I usually do in half a year. Maybe even a &lt;em&gt;whole year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been using the excuse of the "new year" to go out and look at stuff. The urge would then creep in to buy it and add it to my collection of moth-infested clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kidding. They're not moth-infested. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bought a few new shirts even after the lunar new year. My parents happened to be free today and we went shopping together. Great time of much needed bonding. Not that it's in that state of falling apart or anything but hey, never hurts right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I guess I was the one that needed that bonding time. Been gradually losing contact with my family members as I spend more and more time on the computer. There were even days where I spoke less than fifty words to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also losing contact with my Father. Days are passing where I hardly think about Him or read His word. I see how each day He tries to bring me back into His arms by putting me in situations I cannot handle bt myself. Yet this force keeps me from reaching out to Him. Is this the "pride of life" that I've been learning about for so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably what Hell is like; although just a small shadow of it I'm sure. Not having God in their lives alone is already driving people mad to seek out a greater being. God was still "dwelling" on Earth. Imagine the total separation of God's Spirit from one's soul. The agony could probably be the "fire" in Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just my opinion. =P&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to come back to You, Lord. Would You recieve me again, after all the times I turned from You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-117207839765962365?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/117207839765962365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/117207839765962365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-i-bought-more-clothes-this.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-117129566376633670</id><published>2007-02-12T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T11:51:15.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What am I to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got a relatively good score for my O levels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But not good enough to land me where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Neither&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; nor &lt;strike&gt;there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is this all a test of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is that poem I wrote so long ago going to come true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once taught that God will only choose to show His will to the people who will be willing to carry it out, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no matter what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I prepared to let Him work in me? No matter the cost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if I live or die,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My only cry will be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Jesus in me. Praise the Lord!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take it literally. I'm just saying that whatever the outcome of the appeal, I have a Hope on high. At the end of the day, it's not going to matter which JC I go to, or even how high a position I get to in life. I'm just concerned that when I see my Saviour face to face, will He give me a pat on the head and say: "Well done, good and faithful servant."? Or would He be disappointed at my life on earth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do You want me to do?&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/20035225-117129566376633670?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/117129566376633670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/117129566376633670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-am-i-to-do-i-got-relatively-good.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-117094007719607741</id><published>2007-02-08T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:07:57.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has finally come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The O level results are being released tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much I plan to do about it now. Just wait and see how it goes tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta worry about the friday lunch crowd first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am working tomorrow before collecting my results.&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;bleahs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-117094007719607741?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/117094007719607741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/117094007719607741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2007/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-117077563702308283</id><published>2007-02-06T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:27:17.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Peter 5:11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt; be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;glory&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dominion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forever and ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the verses considered for tonight's prayer meeting. It may just be a short, 10-word, sentence but man does it hold so much weight..! This verse essentially, or how I see it, talks about submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;em&gt;Total submission.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the glory is His, it means that none of it is yours. Simple as that. When you are bought with His blood, you belong to Him. Everything you do has the brand of "Jesus Christ" on it. So if something good is done (I guess helping some old granny cross the road counts..), the glory goes to God. If it's something bad, the name of the Lord is shamed along with your sorry face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominion means He has control over everything&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;The way nature goes; the way the earth rotates; the way a sunset can touch you.&lt;em&gt;EVERYTHING. &lt;/em&gt;Guess God never has the trouble of things not going the way He planned it. This is the part that encourages me most as I know He is in control over it all and He would never give us a situation we cannot handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was busier than usual. Got tired out so quickly. And I was only cutting cakes la.. Can't imagine the work of the food runners and order-takers.( Order-takers? =P )&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just my lack of rest these days. Been running around alot and not spending enough time with God and my family. There's still so many things to do this week.. Haiz.. So burned out. Longing for that eternal rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-117077563702308283?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/117077563702308283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=117077563702308283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/117077563702308283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/117077563702308283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2007/02/1-peter-511-to-him-be-glory-and.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-117069237151616835</id><published>2007-02-05T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:19:31.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, things don't turn out the way we think it would. Take today for instance: no one would expect some old lady to order &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;16&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;slices of different cheesecakes! And I felt soo bad when I ruined one slice by accident. Ended up buying that slice for myself=(  I can only thank God that she did not ask for the cakes to be packed in separate boxes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So anyway, I learned and relearned many times that it's always important to thank God for whatever happens, 'cause when you really think about it, the alternative could be so much worse. Just like life as a Christian in the world: It's &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tough&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tiring &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crappy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yet when you think of the alternative, which is Hell, one would even thank God for the tough, tiring and crappy trials faced in the world. So, "in everything, give thanks. For this is the Will of God for you who are in Christ Jesus.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thought of updating about today but that would make this sound like a personal diary so I'll spare you the ranting=P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You probably wouldn't want to hear about it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.Results coming out in 4days time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-117069237151616835?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/117069237151616835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/117069237151616835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-things-dont-turn-out-way-we.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-116973121080913534</id><published>2007-01-25T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:20:10.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY!! &lt;/strong&gt;I ate a slice of NewYork Cheese yesterday! Wahaha.. It was as good as I thought it would be. No wait.. It's better! hahaz.. If not for Wesley and his irresistible urges to eat, I might never have had the incentive to eat it. Eating cheesecakes by yourself is not really the nicest experience. Even the tastiness of the cake will be affected by feelings of loneliness. Maybe I'm just a people person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; HAPP&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IER&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;Ate another cheesecake! It's the Cheeze Choc today. Really gooood.. Better not keep up this kind of lifestyle. Gonna go broke soon if I keep eating a slice a day everyday after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to back up a little bit: There was a theft case in Secret Recipe(where I work..) back in December. A cash box, which was kept in a cabinet behind the cash register, was stolen. 2K plus was lost=( What's more, it was stolen on my second day on the job. Great huh? Guess I was kind of a suspect at that time. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;Present: The cash box was stolen again. This time it was about a thousand plus. *Sigh* The things greed do to people. I noticed a pattern though: It was found missing on Tuesday this week. The last incident happened on a Tuesday as well. Another thing, the dumb box was missing on the day Wesley started work. (Yes, this means Wesley started work this week, genius..) LOL.. Now does that make him a suspect this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ahh.. Who cares..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just thinking about the song "Believe" by Yellowcard. It was written by them to commemorate the 9-11 incident and how the brave firemen risked their lives to rescue the people trapped under the rubble. Anyway, the bridge of the song goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hold my wife when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna tell the kids they'll never know&lt;br /&gt;How much I love to see them smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanna make a change right here, right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanna live a life like you somehow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanna make your sacrifice worthwhile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And yada yada yada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the lines in bold, can see how people really appreciated the way the rescuers gave up their lives so other people can continue living. But how many people would sing that of Jesus Christ? Would they want to make a change in their lives? Would they want to live a life like Jesus did? Would they go the distance and make His sacrifice on the cross worthwhile? Just a thought really worth thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY be going for NYP open house tomorrow. Been to TP and NP already. Anyone wanna tag along? hehex..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Be strong, Believe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-116973121080913534?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/116973121080913534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/116973121080913534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-happy-i-ate-slice-of-newyork.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-116887166264713000</id><published>2007-01-15T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:34:22.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WoWee..! I got my paycheck today..! Hahaz.. It's still not much but hey, it's a paycheck! Forget it people. No treats for anyone XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to VivoCity after work. That's when I noticed one BIG thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOST MY STUDENT CONCESSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! My concession expires today! Sianzz.. Think I spent over $4 today just on transport=(&lt;br /&gt;That is just plain disturbing. All my life I have been traveling at 45cents a trip and now I pay $1 just to go to a place thats is a mere 7 stops away?! I now understand how you feel, Nick. I think I'm going to take over your role in complaining about how ex a train ride is XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went down to VivoCity to look for Bleach manga in english translation. So disappointed that don't have=(&lt;br /&gt;After that, went over to [some toy shop, don't tell you] to kajiao "Jerlynn". Hehex.. Then went out for dinner. So cartoon la. She couldn't even decide how to eat an orange. Hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice things happen everyday. It's just that one refuses to see the bright side of things and continues to remain in their world of woe and misery. After that, they cry out to God and ask Him why their lives are so pathetic. *sigh* Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a thought. Don't go calling me Mr Subshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn to play the violin! So inspired by Yellowcard. =P I know it's been an old band and all. But who cares? Go ahead and sue me for realising how good a band is only now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. Being so random these days. Can't seem to sort my thoughts out. Going nuts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I already? hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-116887166264713000?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/116887166264713000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/116887166264713000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2007/01/wowee.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-116844075228248162</id><published>2007-01-10T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:52:32.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O levels are over!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a recording of about 3 months old. Thinking back, I still am glad that obstacle is overcome. the downside is that I'm still stuck at home/work with no JC to have fun at. Didn't bother me at first, until everyone else had to drone on and on about how much fun they were having at their various places. If that wasn't bad enough, I'm going to lose my bus concession because I didn't at least apply for MI. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened in these 2 months alone. While I would say not all are good, I'm not complaining. I know God has all this planned for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was recently in a bus and I saw 3 couples either hugging or nuzzling each other; none of them over 20. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against outward displays of affection. Things like these just remind me of how human love can be unsure and unsteady. Seeing people dating then breaking up then finding another partner just doesn't seem right to me. Yet I'm amazed at the love of God compared to the feeble love of human beings. Would anyone on earth sacrifice his life for an enemy?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of writing a poem on this... Praying for inspiration..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-116844075228248162?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/116844075228248162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/116844075228248162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-levels-are-over-that-was-recording.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-116074452065799482</id><published>2006-10-13T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:02:00.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look, I know what I said about not blogging until after the O levels but I guess this is kinda meaningful to me and thought I might want to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my last day in SAS. Ok, maybe not literally. I'm just saying that today marks an end to my education in St Andrew's School. Unless suai suai I retain lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I just can't seem to find the words to express myself now. These 4 years have shown me so clearly how God works so powerfully in the lives of people. It's so amazing to see friends come to know God in awesome ways. Truly, God works in mysterious ways. Thank God for all my years in SAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its fat hope but I really hope I do get to SAJC. Seeing the JC-ians passing by for a whole year really does things to people. There's just something about the uniform that makes me wanna wear it and really be a part of SAJC. I know it sounds corny but come on, It's the best uniform out of all the JCs right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I can change from this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/TheSaint.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/Saintshalos.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-116074452065799482?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/116074452065799482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/116074452065799482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/10/look-i-know-what-i-said-about-not.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-116004747185990810</id><published>2006-10-05T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T19:24:31.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is actually a sneak update. I'm not supposed to be on the computer, except when I need the music for studying =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is a quick peek at my prelim results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English                                                     B3&lt;br /&gt;Comb Humanities                                  C6&lt;br /&gt;Emaths                                                    A1&lt;br /&gt;Amaths                                                    C6&lt;br /&gt;Physics                                                    C6&lt;br /&gt;Chinese                                                    B4&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry                                               E8 (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shameless right? Posting such crappy results where everyone can see. As you can see, this gives me a grand total of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;26&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my L1R5. This sux man.. I really need divine intervention =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will probably be the last time I update until after my O levels. And if I don't, it should be quite easy to deduce what happened to me... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;God help me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-116004747185990810?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/116004747185990810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/116004747185990810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-actually-sneak-update.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115927897047782055</id><published>2006-09-26T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:56:10.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This kind of results for prelims and I still dare to go home....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just go and die...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115927897047782055?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115927897047782055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115927897047782055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-kind-of-results-for-prelims-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115919128489873892</id><published>2006-09-25T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:34:44.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many many screams just rocked my room awhile ago. Ashamed to say that one of them belonged to my sister -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Idol got winner liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HADY MIRZA.. Woohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Idol is rather crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah what the heck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the school really plans on torturing us by not returning our results. Or maybe they just want to prolong our due deaths.. I can understand the other subjects. But English? That was like, one month ago? Even if you were marking the whole level, it wouldn't take so long right? So much for the marker being a six-pointer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridged] many many.. What else to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115919128489873892?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115919128489873892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115919128489873892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/09/many-many-screams-just-rocked-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115908778556255432</id><published>2006-09-24T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:49:45.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wee.. Prelims are over! I know it doesn't really matter much as O's are coming soon after and my results won't be all that "fantastic" but hey, it does make a difference in relieving a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;teeny weeny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bit of stress. That is, until I get my results tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my last paper on Thursday, a bunch of us went down over to EJ's to hang out abit. We played a few games of DotA and a got owned flat. I mean, in both games I only got what, 2 kills?! That's pathetic man.. Really got to train somemore. Hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed till 8 then went out to have dinner. Took us almost 30min just to decide where to eat. (Really like women.. =P ) We then decided to eat at the airport. Before you start calling us crazy, just want to say that we were already at pasir ris where EJ's house was so we might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine this, 2 people in school uniforms, 1 in half school uniform and another in home clothes walking around in the airport at 9pm. Hahaz.. Each of us had to rush home after dinner so we rushed dinner abit then set of once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always loved taking the MRT at the airport. Especially when it's at night and pretty much deserted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/After%20Prelims/Picture1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Darren taking up every available space. You can assume that I was doing that too =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/After%20Prelims/Tiredout21.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/After%20Prelims/Picture3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were seated at the last carriage and it really felt good to have it all to ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/After%20Prelims/Aljunied.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached home and caught up on sleep. zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday came. Pretty much just vegetated in front of the com watching [One Piece]. The bleach filler is so darn boring can.. Just wish they'd end it quickly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday came. Had an interesting lesson at YP where we talked about the topic of spiritual warfare. Woohoo.. To be honest, when I hear the word "war", I can't help but think of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/ROTKRohirrim3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Ephesians 6:12 says: For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of darkness in this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. But hey, one can imagine right? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came. (That's today -.- ) Had a workshop session on [conflict management]. Much of the time was spent laughing around at Matthias' spastic-ity and poor Nathanael being bullied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/Picture2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did this to himself though. So we're innocent XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going over to Sherman's now. So not looking forward to tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brave warrior of &lt;em&gt;God..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115908778556255432?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115908778556255432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115908778556255432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/09/wee.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/After%20Prelims/th_Picture1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115866876450111968</id><published>2006-09-19T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T20:26:04.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A puro dolor - &lt;em&gt;Son by Four&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry didn't mean to call you but I couldn't fight it&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was weak, couldn't even hide it&lt;br /&gt;And so I surrendered, just to hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how many times I said I'm gonna live without you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someone else is standing there beside you&lt;br /&gt;But there's something, baby you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That deep inside me, I feel like I'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;I have to see you, it's all that i'm asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida, give me back my fantasy; the courage that I need to live;&lt;br /&gt;The air that i breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Cari?o mio, my world's become so empty. The days are so cold and lonely&lt;br /&gt;And each night I taste the purest of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera decirte que hoy estoy de maravilla&lt;br /&gt;Que no me ha afectado lo de tu partida&lt;br /&gt;Pero con un dedo no se tapa el sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy muriendo, muriendo por verte.&lt;br /&gt;Agonizando, muy lento y muy fuerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida, devuelveme mis fantasias; mis ganas de vivir la vida;&lt;br /&gt;devuelveme el aire.&lt;br /&gt;Cari?o mio, sin tin yo me siento vacio,&lt;br /&gt;las tardes son un laberinto, las noches&lt;br /&gt;Me saben, a puro dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida, give me back my fantasy; the courage that I need to live;&lt;br /&gt;The air that i breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Cari?o mio, my world's become so empty. The days are so cold and lonely&lt;br /&gt;And each night I taste the purest of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry didn't mean to call you but I couldn't fight it&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was weak, couldn't even hide it&lt;br /&gt;And so I surrendered, just to hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find this particular version that's nicely mixed with english and spanish so I got either all english and all spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me addicted; I don't care. And I'm not in my emo state either. This is a really nice song full of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really don't have much to talk about today. Even the purpose behind updating is out of boredom. The drive for studying is very weak today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..And so I surrendered, just to hear your voice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115866876450111968?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115866876450111968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115866876450111968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/09/puro-dolor-son-by-four-sorry-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115858549822000669</id><published>2006-09-18T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:03:49.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School is problematic. It resembles workers labouring on a hot, sweaty day as though without a purpose. Church, on the other hand, is a place of peace and complete happiness with fellow brothers and sisters-in-Christ. That is the picture I had established in my mind since young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that picture had started to change gradually over the last couple of years. Yet I had been blind to see it until recently. Was it intentional? The answer might just be too obvious and cutting to the heart. If not for some recent events and a fellow brother, I might just have carried on in intentional ignorance to what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last YP lesson we had was on [Reaching out to others]. With Uncle AhBeng overseas, William at Depot Walk and YJ in the land of dunno-where, it was up to JinLong to lead in the lesson. Things started to get out of hand as we started to form little conversations among ourselves and people (NO NAMES!) started to say and do things that would not usually be said or done in a bible study lesson. As the cruel remarks start to surface, I was wondering at the back of my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What must God be thinking now? How does He feel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question was then posed by a by-now-fuming-inside-but-not-showing-it JinLong: &lt;em&gt;Are you leading lives that are different from in church?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I find myself answering a feeble yes. As I see many others around me giving the same answer, I see how God must have been feeling at that point and understood why it rained on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/Heartbroken.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are we supposed to go out and share the good news of salvation, when our lives show that we are like everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brother told me recently about how situations were getting worse, actually reaching the point of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cruelty. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jokes and remarks being made without regard for a person's feelings. Is that how God really meant for us to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/Raindrops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time it rains, &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;about it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115858549822000669?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115858549822000669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115858549822000669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/09/school-is-problematic.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115832315523772200</id><published>2006-09-15T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:25:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chemistry really isn't my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man. I've been failing my almost all my past exams on chemistry and I just can't seem to absorbed anything. If the signs weren't enough, this has to be it. Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Practical today was kinda whacked. Started quite ok with titration, until I came to the calculations part. I can safely say that I am NOT going to get any Points for that part? Reason for my confidence? I practically left it blank. I doubt I'll get any marks for crap working anyway. Then came identifying chemicals. Started to panic a little as time was not on my side and it just so happens that I was in a little rush. So happens I didn't clear my burette, which happens to be on within arms reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand connects with burette. Momentum carries over the table's edge and sends it crashing to the floor.. ARGH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burette lah.. not my hand. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea. That just rocks. Got a small cut on my hand too. Must have got cut by a small piece of glass. So clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spilling chemicals here and there afterward, I must have been the worse exam candidate in the history of St Andrew's School. Bet the teachers were pretty much pissed of with me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, EJ and I went down to the BiG megastore at Harboufront Centre. News got around that they were having huge promotions on electronic products so we decided to go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by at Little India to have lunch at a thosai "restaurant". Food there was really good. What's more? Water is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;freee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/logo.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw many many things there. However, the expensive stuff were still too money-burning even after the discounts. This caught my eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/Picture1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really was a beauty. But it was really ex lah.. almost $300! Sorry drey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to look at the thumbdrives which I heard were going at $15 for a 512MB! AHhh.. 15 bucks leh.. Too bad it was sold out. EJ couldn't find the 4GB [ProDuo] memory stick he wanted. Guess it was sort of a wasted trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and pretty much stoned after that. Listening to some HSM songs now. Can't get enough of them=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get'cha head in the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115832315523772200?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115832315523772200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115832315523772200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/09/chemistry-really-isnt-my-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115815311514175235</id><published>2006-09-13T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:11:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm into the third day of exams starting with a really tiring Chinese paper 2. It's only my fault that I have to retake chinese for O levels. Not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chinese, rushed down to Aaron's house. Actually wanted to catch a nap over there. Would be a nice place to sleep there lah: air-con, big bed.. Then I remembered I brought a DVD in my bag so we popped it in the com and started watching. Only got to watch halfway before we had to go back to school for the Emaths paper 1. Yet another brain-juice draining paper. Managed, by some miracle, to finish the paper with half an hour to spare so I caught that nap I needed earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, I'm not as worried as I thought I would. You can say for sure that God has been beside me taking the exam with me. I stand by what Uncle AhBeng said in the last YP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to be anxious about your exams. It has passed through God's Hands before it came to yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Maybe that's not exactly what he said but the essence is there. All I know is that God has already seen my results and I will rejoice in whatever I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/?action=view&amp;current=HighSchoolMusical.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/HighSchoolMusical.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Finally watched the High School Musical. It was just soooo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AWESOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The songs and dances were simply.. cool.. All of them sure are talented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/?action=view&amp;current=troy___gab_at_karaoke.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/troy___gab_at_karaoke.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be my favourite scene of the show. Gabriella sure sings real good. Can't exactly say the same for Troy though. I think Ryan sings better=P But hey, that's just my 2cents piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd be lying if I said I'd completely forgotten about us. There are times when I'd reminisce the times we had. Do you still remember? The more I think, the more I know that this is best. Guess I confused my feelings with the truth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..When there was me and you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115815311514175235?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115815311514175235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115815311514175235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-into-third-day-of-exams-starting.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115796928832154828</id><published>2006-09-11T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:21:18.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As school starts again this term, will I change my attitude and just spam all my energy on studying? Or will I just be another one hoping to draw water from a dry well? Sometimes it really is so tiring. My easily-tired syndrome is still acting strongly in me. How I wish I could activate the [-wtf] mode: No mana cost, no cooldown time. (It's DotA, people..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, this day didn't really start right: The bus came 10min later than usual(Had to squeeze quite abit) , I'm running low on pocket money(You'll have to ask me yourself on that one if you really are interested) , etc.. But the worse one had to be this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied hard for chemistry in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Maybe not that hard. But harder than usual, that's for sure. The bad thing is that it's a physics paper today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much for physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb right? I actually lost my prelim timetable about 2 weeks ago but it kept slipping my mind. Must be due to all the [One Piece] episodes I keep watching =P&lt;br /&gt;Due to this unnecessary and uber-retarded mistake, I practically screwed up my physics paper2. I think I have get like full marks in paper1 to pass or something. Guess my earlier poem was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/?action=view&amp;current=908890090405_0_BG.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/?action=view&amp;amp;current=908890090405_0_BG.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m177/saintdarius/908890090405_0_BG.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when we went to PastaMania on Saturday for a lunch outing. As you can see, I'm just so patriotic towards my school. Even wearing it outside huh? =P I actually went to school first for chemistry remedial(chemistry again huh?) There're other pics that I'm too lazy too upload. Just saying that these pictures are really one of the major things that keep me going. Just want to finish up my O's quickly and go back to being the goofy me. If you think I'm goofy now, wait till  16th November. Nat and I are going to get ourselves arrested..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank You, God, for being there with me today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the God of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my song forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In strength or weakness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I trust in You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In joy or suffering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I delight in You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, drey and klo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115796928832154828?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/115796928832154828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=115796928832154828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115796928832154828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115796928832154828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-school-starts-again-this-term-will.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115737823968174693</id><published>2006-09-04T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:57:19.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Crocodile Hunter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Steve Irwin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"crikey!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115737823968174693?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/115737823968174693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=115737823968174693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115737823968174693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115737823968174693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115737323043050893</id><published>2006-09-04T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:33:50.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The holidays are here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time sure passes real quickly. Doesn't seem long ago that I was fretting about my O levels when I first entered Sec4.  Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm still scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I know that there are people who care; friends who will be there. And even when the world runs out on me, there is One who is beyond this world; the Almighty God is here with me. Truly, even when things can't seem to look any worse, it will all turn out fine somehow. How do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Romans 8:28&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So there. The Bible states it clearly. Hahaz.. How great is our God. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan, Reuben and Ben came over today. We pretty much just went to swim and laze around. Bryan then went home while the other 2 stayed for dinner. Wee.. Had roast duck. Too bad "somebody" had to go. Hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;With "one-fifth" of the holidays over, it really is time to get down to serious work. Major battles coming up. Gotta buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dang the Prelims..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115737323043050893?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115737323043050893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115737323043050893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/09/holidays-are-here-time-sure-passes.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115716072024409858</id><published>2006-09-02T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T09:32:00.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been quite awhile since I last updated huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a class bbq yesterday. It was long after chemistry remedial so I had time to catch up on some [One Piece] first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it, what are we even going back to school for on Teachers' day? I mean, teachers are supposed to have their day off right? Guess I'm kinda grateful to my teacher for taking the time off to give us remedial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, watched a few episodes of [One Piece] then set off for the party. Met a few classmates on the way and went together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached, we saw that Ruben, the host, was already tipsy before we got there. I mean, the party hasn't even started and he's already drunk? Come on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of the day was pretty much spent lazing around, eating and playing at the playground. Yes. Playing at the playground. Our childhood has not been fully deprived of us ok..? Some guy brought his guitar so some of us just sat down and made noise abit. Of course, there were a few taupoks here and there.. It's only natural right? hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early to go for remedial today and whaddaya know? Remedial was cancelled. Good right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. It would be if not for the fact that I only got that SMS when I reach PP mrt. Argh.. Wasted 45min and 70cents in total. Call me cheapskate for all I care. 70cents is still money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hate Saturday mornings. Instead of being woken up by the alarm clock on normal school days, I get woken by my mom's nagging early in the morning when it is the one day of the week where I can sleep in a little bit. It's just so &lt;em&gt;damn&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;irritating&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get down to doing my chinese now. If not she'll nag the crap out me when she comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Nick and Matt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115716072024409858?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115716072024409858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115716072024409858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/09/been-quite-awhile-since-i-last-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115652163691474163</id><published>2006-08-25T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T00:00:36.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm soooo sorry.. The Mars thing was all just a FREAKIN' HOAX!! ARGH!! I'm soo dumb can. Can even fall for this kinda thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out this message is pretty much sent every year around this time. Just because it happened in 2003,[I saw that one=) ]  Some dumbshits think it will happen again this year. And I'm worse than a dumbshit for believing -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!! To think I had such high hopes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...So crushed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115652163691474163?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115652163691474163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115652163691474163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-soooo-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115633604307467652</id><published>2006-08-23T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:27:23.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh..! English prelims are over. Yesterday was Paper1 and today Paper2. Sian liao.. Screwed up my Paper 2 already. How..? Wonder how people get A2 for English in their O levels. With the results I see in class during usual assignments, I don't see how that is possible, even with the best work. Are we really that crappy? hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planet Mars will be the brightest in the night sky starting August. It will look as large as the full moon to the naked eye. This will cultimate on Aug 27 when Mars comes within 34.65M miles of Earth. Be sure to watch the sky on Aug. 27 12:30 am! It will look like The Earth has 2 Moons. Don't Miss it..!! The next time Mars may come this close is in 2287..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this in an email. Don't know how true is it but I'm not taking any chances. Going to stay up for it. No one alive today is going to see it ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what else to blog about now. So bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stupid Bleach. Still haven't upload episode94..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115633604307467652?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115633604307467652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115633604307467652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/08/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115608282784783983</id><published>2006-08-20T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:07:07.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;His mercies never come to an end:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;They are new every morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;New EVERY morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness, O God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I guess it is only quite recent that this little song made an impact on me. Was asked to lead in singing during yesterday's meeting at Uncle Eric's house. With the many trials that are in my life at this time, it is really comforting to know that God is always there right beside me. I know it is kinda cliche lah.. But I really don't know how much more I can emphasize this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yesterday was really fun at Uncle Eric's house. Really enjoy hearing Uncle Eric speak=P He would often talk about his army days then make it even more interesting by talking about his childhood. Hahaz.. Had chocolate fudge for desert too. We were laughing about the chocolate fudge being John Mark! Suddenly, Amos cut in and said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Can you please stop laughing at him?! He was chopped up into so many pieces........."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;At this time, all of us just started laughing again. Wahaha.. Feel so evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;After that, some of us went out to the nearby playground to play around. Eventually, we moved on to estate catching and ran all over the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Somehow, when it was time to go home, Amos, RenAn, Wesley and Shawn managed to squeeze into my dad's car with my family together with some speakers. That is like, 8 people with equipment! I'll leave you to imagine how we did it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;School starts tomorrow again. *sigh* Hope can concentrate on the lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;Don't worry about me yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115608282784783983?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/115608282784783983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=115608282784783983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115608282784783983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115608282784783983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/08/steadfast-love-of-lord-never-ceases.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115591455916246294</id><published>2006-08-18T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:25:12.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Nobody knows who I really am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I never felt this empty before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;And if I ever need someone to come along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Who's gonna comfort me and keep me strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We are all rowing the boat of fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The waves keep on coming and we can't escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But if we ever get lost on our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The waves would guide you thru another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't worry. I'm not the emo boy I was a few days ago. This song just came to my mind and I guess the words were rather meaningful. Not even I know who I really am. Only God knows me from the inside out. That is why I should learn to trust Him for He knows what is best for me, even if I do not like it at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Really looking forward to the weekends. (Which happens to start tomorrow?) That's when I can really take a break from the bustling school life and retreat into God's loving arms together with fellow brothers and sisters. With all the schoolwork coming in, can I still do my job as the "recycle bin"? Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sometimes I think back and ask: &lt;em&gt;Why is it so stressful these days? Where are the times when we were so carefree?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;answered me with a couple of verses from the His Word:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;-Ecclesiastes 7:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Do not say,"Why were the old days better than these?" For it is not wise to ask such questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;-Ecclesiastes 7:14&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When times are good, be happy; but when times are bad, consider: God has made the one as well as the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;May anyone who is reading this now be encouraged by this as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I'm still the same "&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;recycle bin&lt;/span&gt;". Almost anything can be 'sent' here. Don't worry about it leaking out to other computers. I'm "Norton Protected too". Hahaz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115591455916246294?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115591455916246294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115591455916246294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/08/nobody-knows-who-i-really-am-i-never.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115582478701383104</id><published>2006-08-17T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:26:27.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This week was rather heavy. Heavy as in exhausting, not like I suddenly put on weight or anything -.- Getting really tired so easily these days. Is it really due to school? Or do I have to sleep earlier than I already do? I don't know what's going on but it isn't helping in my walk with God. Finding excuses seem so easy now. So easy that I'm afraid that sometimes I think I might lose sight of Him altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Had my English O level Oral yesterday. I hope I did well. Darren managed to see abit of my score when he sat down after me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I think you got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; for conversation."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I was like, so pathetic? How am I going to scare a distinction for my English with such a low mark? ARGH.. I really need that A1..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save me, God..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115582478701383104?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115582478701383104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115582478701383104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-week-was-rather-heavy.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115565239611149538</id><published>2006-08-15T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:49:40.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My dreams are lost, I care no more;&lt;br /&gt;My aspirations flown away;&lt;br /&gt;The hopes I had thrown out the door.&lt;br /&gt;Fear and loss have come to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could I even dare to dream&lt;br /&gt;That I would one day study there?&lt;br /&gt;That I would dwell with fellow Saints&lt;br /&gt;With them, our joys and sorrows share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Across the bridge, that fair, bright land.&lt;br /&gt;To gaze over, it causes such hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Across the river, it's frame so grand.&lt;br /&gt;Can I ever face myself again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Take me into Your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight and let me see&lt;br /&gt;Your love and power. Oh, take me away,&lt;br /&gt;Away from the thoughts of SAJC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Was feeling kind of emo the whole day and that's probably why I got that splitting headache. Many things now seem to be crashing on top of me. Why is this happening? Hadn't I already woken up to the O level realisation a long time ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The fact is this: I did not get any bonus points deducted for my O levels in terms of CCA. That's right. I FAILED. All my participation in various competitions in Track and Field have been declared void. The CCA which I happily am in now(Saints for Christ), is not counted as my main CCA. All because of this LEAPS programme that we were supposed to be briefed on when we were Sec1&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just one problem&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;We were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;briefed on this in Sec1. The HOD of CCA claims he did when we all heard it only this year in Sec4. Ridiculous huh? That's why I'll never get to SAJC now. Is it really God's plan for me to go to a polytechnic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;What do You want me to do, Lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry, Brandon. Just kick their butts next year..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115565239611149538?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/115565239611149538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=115565239611149538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115565239611149538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115565239611149538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-dreams-are-lost-i-care-no-more-my.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115556327227059710</id><published>2006-08-14T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:55:43.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Changed a new blogskin today, as you can see when you enter. Received some comments as to how laggy my blog is on their computers. And I thought MY computer was bad enough.. Not &lt;em&gt;suan&lt;/em&gt;ing anyone here. Hehex..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hope this would be enough for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Guess I should have listened to my mother and many others around me at the starting of this year. Now I have to continue taking chinese for the rest of this year. If you havne't caught on to what I'm saying: I am retaking my O level Chinese. You heard(read) right. I am going to retake it due to the fact that I might be using it in my O levels. And if I do, I wouldn't want a C5 to be in my L1R5 now, would I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Talked with a fellow brother just after we got our results. I guess he was more more devastated than I thought, even though it's not in his character to show it. I guess I would too, putting in more than 100% in this only to see a crappy grade in return. And as though the world was mocking you, others who slacked quite alot get the grades they want. Despite this, he was able to send encouragements that I could feel in my heart even through something as simple as an SMS. Thank God for you, bro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How long has it been since you talked with the Lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And told Him your heart's hidden secrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How long since you prayed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How long since you stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On your knees till the light shone through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How long has it been since your mind felt at ease?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How long since your heart knew no burden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can you call Him your friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How long has it been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Since you knew that He cared for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God bless you, friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115556327227059710?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/115556327227059710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=115556327227059710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115556327227059710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115556327227059710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/08/changed-new-blogskin-today-as-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115521885192819489</id><published>2006-08-10T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:07:34.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't do anything much today. Yet, it caused me to think alot about my recent attitudes and my spiritual walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My unhappiness from last night did not go away in the morning. There was a plan for an outing to Sentosa today. When my mom mentioned it to my dad, the answer was a flat &lt;em&gt;NO&lt;/em&gt;. That part, I was a little sour about. The next part was what hit the top:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everyday go out still not enough arh?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the evening at Sherman's house with a cold and heavy attitude. I didn't care if I was rude to the adults or anyone else. Somehow, my actions were subtle enough for them not to detect anything much from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next day would be better..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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;Woke up with the same bitter feeling from yesterday. It's one of those feelings where you wish you could just sleep the whole day and not do anything. When the venue was changed to East Coast Park, I plucked up the courage to ask my mom if I could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;No. We're having lunch with your father."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sank. &lt;em&gt;That's it, no more outing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came and took us to a Japanese restaurant.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;My mood did lift a little. That's when I realised why dad wouldn't let me go. He had this planning this family lunch a long time and couldn't have it previously because of his busy schedule. That was when all bitter feelings dispersed and I was left on the verge of breaking down in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could I have thought all those bad thoughts? How could I have been so blind?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't go out after that, I thanked God for this day. Thank God for showing me that there is usually a better plan if I just wait and see. Many times, the flesh just wants to have things the way they want, usually ending up choosing the way that would leave us at a disadvantage. This lesson is one I have learned many times. Today however, is when I do my practical test..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115521885192819489?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115521885192819489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115521885192819489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/08/didnt-do-anything-much-today.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115510999021944321</id><published>2006-08-09T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T16:39:43.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Wesley!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Melodie!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Grace!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sherman!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Joan!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Singapore!!&lt;br /&gt;(Please forgive me if I forgot your birthday =P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.. Many many birthdays today. These people are really blessed to have their birthdays together with Singapore; always have public holiday on their birthday. Hmph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time yesterday. After updating yesterday, I went down to Bugis, met up with Matt, Nat and Amos to get a present for Wesley. Couldn't find the Gundam model we wanted: &lt;em&gt;XGMF-X20A Strike Freedom&lt;/em&gt;.. *sigh* That would have been a present that would totally own. So we had to settle for the &lt;em&gt;Wing Gundam&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Custom&lt;/em&gt;. It still rocks lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went down to Marina South. We stopped at Marina Bay MRT and saw that the bus stop was super crowded. So we decided to walk there and see if it's very far or not. 2 min after we left the bus stop, the bus passed right in front of us -.- . So we just went to the next bus stop and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when the fun starts. With boredom as our motivation and an ulu bus stop as our playground, we went on to do stupid stuff like climbing the pole, trying to climb to the roof of the bus stop, staging fights to fool cars that pass by, etc. The funny part was when Amos was "beating up" Nathanael. A truck horned actually thought it was real and horned at us! We were practically rolling with laughter! Then the bus came.&lt;em&gt; Aww..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with them at the place and played DOTA and CS for awhile. After that came dinner. Steamboat! It was sooo goood...! Wow.. At that point of time, we didn't care if we had used the chopsticks for raw food to eat or not. All we could think of was, EAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, some of us went down to the Esplanade. There, we just lazed around and took some pictures. We played a variation of Murderer too. Guess I people really don't like me =( I'm usually the first to die. Oh well, sad life.. Hahaz.. But it really is tricky to find the murderer. People whom you do not expect at all turn up to be the ultimate serial killers. Hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was a fun night. Reached home at about 0215. Going out again tonight. Sherman's house this time. Thinking of the horrors we're going to do to the birthday boy.. Hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115510999021944321?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/115510999021944321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=115510999021944321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115510999021944321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115510999021944321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-wesley-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115496197787949224</id><published>2006-08-07T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:46:17.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aw crap.. Actually got alot of things to say. But now that I switched on my com, it all went blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert yesterday was cool. They play so nice. Even for the funny parts when the reed went "squeak!" on accident. It was great really. So nice to see St Andrew's Village united like that. I guess the person with the most limelight had to be the bandmaster. Oh well.. Guess he deserves many many credit bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank liao.. No more.. Tomorrow going to get Wesley present. *sigh* What to get for Melodie? We'll see tomorrow I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One family unbroken, we join with one acclaim: One Heart, One Voice uplifting to glorify Thy Name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115496197787949224?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/115496197787949224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=115496197787949224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115496197787949224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115496197787949224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/08/aw-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115479115565068056</id><published>2006-08-05T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T23:19:15.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pretty much wasted the day. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left my computer on to download something when I went out with my family for lunch. Ended up with us going to Parkway Parade to look for a pair of slippers for my dad. Turns out his current pair was "falling apart". Probably 'cos he wears it everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, saw the [Dead Man's Chest] soundtrack and was so tempted to buy it. If not for the fact that I didn't have enough money with me, I'd be listening to it now while typing this entry. *sigh* Guess It's not God's will for me to buy it. Think I'm going to freeload it from my friend after he buys it. Freeloading from the &lt;strong&gt;[FFL]..&lt;/strong&gt; Thats the ultimate. Wahaha=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something pretty much struck my heart today at YP. Uncle David talked to us about 3 "conditions" at YP. 2 of them I don't have much problems with. The other? Well... Those who attended this afternoon and read a previous post of mine will know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training today was quite fun. Although, I got distracted many many, plus super off form. *sigh* Can we face the teams from other assemblies? I know the main thing is to have good fellowship with other churches. But still, we should still be of a certain standard right? I'm not really referring to the team. They played well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good dinner today too. Frog porridge! Wow.. Jealous right? It was real good. Don't really get the chance to eat it much. Not because it's too far or anything. the dinner today cost like $80? for 2 families that is. It was gooooooood.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to SAV band concert tomorrow. Guess it's going to be good. Considering that SASMB is one of the top3 bands in SYF and SAJC is one of the top2 for JC category. OWNAGE....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115479115565068056?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115479115565068056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115479115565068056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/08/pretty-much-wasted-day.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115461345648603811</id><published>2006-08-03T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:57:36.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[ I'll be Your witness in the silences when words are not enough ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are part of the lyrics to the song [Testify to Love]. Am I being one? Am I testifying to the love of Christ by the things I do? I guess that is a question that I should constantly be pondering over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another day at school. Pretty normal and average if not for the fact that we had our CCA phototaking today. Almost everyone was walking around the place, checking with each other whether our hair's in place; ties tied properly, etc.. Just after us was the Athletics team. As I looked at them after our photo was taken, I thought to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could I have been standing there with the team as well?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Memories of when I had been in Athletics came flooding back. Including the time when I quit it because I was so "un-committed" to the trainings. I guess this is one issue of my life that I have not been able to get right. Just praying for God to continue changing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the encouragements. May God bless you too..&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;p.s. If you want the song I mentioned earlier, just feel free to ask from me. It really is a nice song. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115461345648603811?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115461345648603811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115461345648603811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/08/ill-be-your-witness-in-silences-when.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115452128139788801</id><published>2006-08-02T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T20:21:21.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's wrong with me? Am I losing God in my life? Why do I find myself wanting more than just God? Is this a phase or is it my fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I find the ghost my "old man" coming back to haunt me once more. Things I had resolved to put aside have come back to my mind. I start to curse and swear under my breath; gambling now seems so difficult to refuse. Have the evils of the class taken a hold of me again? Am I to go back to my old ways, living the sinful life I once did without any regard for the One who saved me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities today. I know I am totally going to flunk my social studies. Upon handing up my paper, I see other's test papers. They write for 2 or 3 pages. Mine was 3/4 of a page =P I'm soooo screwed. At least I studied geography. But my answers for that were quite short too. Will I score?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the weekends to come again. It is only when I'm with my friends at church that I feel the best. Yet, What am I going to Youth and Sunday School for? Is it really to study God's Word or just to be with friends? Nowadays, even I won't believe myself if I said the former. ARGH... Why am I so distant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I said 3SE'05 was better than 2A'04.. I miss them..&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;I hate 4SE'o6...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115452128139788801?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115452128139788801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115452128139788801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-wrong-with-me-am-i-losing-god-in.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115426707017326959</id><published>2006-07-30T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:44:30.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOWEE!! God is amazing! And to think I started to question His faithfulness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was yesterday. A saturday morning. A saturday which we were going to have an outing at the Botanical Gardens. A few of us went down early to prepare for the game which we were going to play. We reached around 11:30am and started preparing. Soon more helpers started coming and by 1pm, all 9 of us coordinators had arrived and known what we were supposed to do later. Then, it started to drizzle..&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I panicked. I was so worried about the programme, how all of us would have to stay in the pavilions; how all our preparation would go down the drain. Then I remembered: &lt;em&gt;God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I sat down and prayed. I prayed that God would hold back the rain, blow the clouds away or something. After the prayer, it was like a song I remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ But once again, I say "Amen", and it's still raining.. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drizzle eventually turned into a downpour and we were left to think of a backup plan. At that point in time, I questioned in my heart: &lt;em&gt;Did God hear my prayer? Why is this happening?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then He answered me, through the next line of the same song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ As the thunder roars, I barely hear You whisper through the rain: "I'm with you.." ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for the heavy downpour, the rain would not stop so quickly and by the time the rest of the Youth group came, it would still be raining. God sped up the process so it would end quickly. Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common test week starts tomorrow. All I can say is: I'll reap what I sow. May God be with everyone who is having their tests too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115426707017326959?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115426707017326959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115426707017326959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/07/wowee-god-is-amazing-and-to-think-i.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115400584379448791</id><published>2006-07-27T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:10:43.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the watch a movie after school yesterday with Bryan and Mel. Yeah yeah.. I know I should have gone home and studied or something. But hey, it's [Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest] for crying out loud! I'm glad it was nice and that I didn't waste my time there. It wasn't nice in an exciting way though. Just that it was super hilarious to see the way Jack Sparrow acts. Way cool.. One warning though: Do NOT stay after the credits for the last scene if you're planning to watch. I repeat, do NOT stay after the credits. I didn't listen to my friend when he told me that and we all regretted. Total waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we decided to go over to Junction8 for dinner. I had dinner at home waiting so I went to have a haircut at [Donald Duck] while they ate. Don't laugh at that name k.. They are good. I loooove my "mohawk" style (Though I still miss my fringe and back). When back to Junction8 and found Yvonne there too with her friend. Turns out she had been there the whole time and Bryan and Mel didn't notice=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home late that night and had to explain quite alot=P Oh well.. It was fun while it lasted. Why is it that all the good shows start coming out during the examination periods. I want to watch [Lake House], [Click], [The Guardian] and last but not least, [Spiderman3]! Although that last one is coming out next year=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Study lah.. Still want to watch movie..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115400584379448791?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115400584379448791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115400584379448791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/07/went-to-watch-movie-after-school.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115364641660747289</id><published>2006-07-23T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:20:16.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wee.. Changed my blogskin? Nice? Bleach rox! It really is a cool anime. Too bad they haven't finished making it so I'm kind off stuck at a certain episode. Someone told me over dinner that I should go watch another anime first. I almost choked on my food when I heard what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! Try [Cooking Master Boy]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "What kind of stupid show is that?" But come to the think of it, I once thought [Full Metal Alchemist] was where they threw potion bottles at each other or something=P So maybe [Cooking Master Boy] would be nice too. It still doesn't change the fact that it sounds stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! Study lah! Still watch anime! I'm so screwed.. You wouldn't believe the revision I do. So little! How to take Prelims, or O levels for that matter? *sigh* Guess I'm just kind off pissed at the fact that the school won't be counting my Eng oral results into my prelims. Sian lor.. I'm quite happy with it. 35/40 really isn't a bad score is it? Argh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having stomach problems lately. Having stomachaches so randomly. Is it food poisoning? Guess I just have to rest well and pray that God would perform His miracle of healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Problems and anxiety are starting to arise once more. God, only You can save us again..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115364641660747289?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115364641660747289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115364641660747289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/07/wee.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115313801845666484</id><published>2006-07-17T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:07:53.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Gospel Rally is over, and what an experience that was! All those lights really left me in such a whirl. The message of salvation, however, was indeed the best and most important part of the rally. I was really encouraged to know that people had actually recieved Christ as their Lord and Saviour. Yet, to God be the glory, for it is He who brings in the harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare say the gospel message did not only only do good for the unsaved. It really encouraged and restored me as well. It really is an inexplicable phenomenon: how is it that one who has heard the gospel so many times long to hear it like everyone else? Truly, God is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm really going to miss the changing of costumes and rushing to touch up. [as much as I hate to put on make-up. Still wondering how girls can endure=P] No more "Portius Festus, blah blah blah.." for me. It's back to concentrating on revision for me. The prelims are coming and I will really need God's help to get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had my MT listening comprehension this afternoon. The teacher was.. interesting, I shall say. She walked pass my table, picked up my EZ-link card, and said something which sorta surprised me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Is this your face?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was like, DUH!! If not why would I be holding it? Hahaz.. Of course, I did not say that to her face. Just praying that I'll be able to get through this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Missing gospel rally still....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115313801845666484?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115313801845666484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115313801845666484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/07/gospel-rally-is-over-and-what.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115269248672109717</id><published>2006-07-12T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T16:21:26.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Walking with God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it really mean? That is a question sometimes even I seem to ask. What does it really mean by working "with" God instead of just working "for" God? Often I think to myself how is it that there are people that still reject the gospel even after being shown so obviously that God is real. Even after they know God is there, they still reject His gift of salvation. How is it that there are such stubborn people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, what are Your plans?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I once learned a valuable lesson from a teacher and friend. He once went to a village in Myanmar and saw that they used bamboo as a pipe to get water from the river which was 2 miles away from the village. Before the bamboo could be used, however, it had to be hollowed out so the water could flow through. Is there anything that is preventing the Spirit of God from flowing through us? Is there any sin in us that is stopping the Holy Spirit from getting to the faraway hearts of the non-believers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal tonight. Can't wait =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115269248672109717?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115269248672109717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115269248672109717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/07/walking-with-god-what-does-it-really.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115252450352967551</id><published>2006-07-10T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T17:41:43.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The days are coming.&lt;br /&gt;We're moving on to full dress rehearsals now. The only thing that needs to be done now is to invite the people. Yet sometimes it seems so hard to just pass them the tract and ask them to come. Is this called being ashamed of the gospel? Is this staying in my comfort zone and trying to keep the &lt;em&gt;status quo&lt;/em&gt;? Sometimes I feel like just standing on a table in the canteen during recess, start preaching the gospel to everyone there and then and see what God can do to the people listening. Yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take away my fear and anxiety, oh God, and replace it with your peace and courage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already, someone does not want to come. But can I blame her? Hahaz.. Better let her stay in her "nest". How will I reach reach to those in school? I guess I have to be constantly reminded that God is my only source of strength. [Philipians 4:13]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Olevel oral exam today. Guess I won't be doing well for my chinese now. Stuttered far too much. *sigh* Father, &lt;em&gt;I commit all into your Hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying.. for salvation..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115252450352967551?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115252450352967551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115252450352967551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/07/days-are-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115219024967494757</id><published>2006-07-06T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:02:02.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School just like any normal day today. Well, it would be if not for the fact that we went swimming during PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda cool I guess. Except that he forgot to tell us the week before. Thus, none of us brought extra clothes and a towel except for our PE attires. We weren't even suppose to go into the pool in our shorts man. But the teacher made an exception today because he needed to finish up some assessment or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Went in, swam abit in my shorts, came out. My PE tee was used as a towel and I spent the rest of the day in something very uncomfortable. I shall not elaborate=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to talk to Ming Feng during SFC. He's been with us for sometime but still not a christian. Says his parents does not approve of it. I am glad he wants to obey his parents but still, it is his own destiny. Praying hard for him and his parents.&lt;br /&gt;Played some games during SFC today. One of which was a quiz where we split into groups and answer the questions. The next game was Captain's Ball in the courtyard. *sigh* So messy. Nevermind. Hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*[Make me a channel and You live through me.]*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115219024967494757?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/115219024967494757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=115219024967494757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115219024967494757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115219024967494757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/07/school-just-like-any-normal-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115209078988782715</id><published>2006-07-05T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:32:42.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of watching anymore? Ok. So maybe I don't support a particular team. But I think I have a jinx or something. Whenever I decide to support a team, that team gets kicked out. *sob* Oh well.. Heck the World Cup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding? Of course I'll continue to watch! There are only 2 matches left. [I'm not going to watch the third and fourth placing for goodness sake] Looks like I'm going to have to sleep earlier if I'm going to watch the France and Portugal match. This time I'm just going to sit by and not support any team. We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept alot during school today. Guess the only highlight was that it's ZhenLiang's birthday today. Birthday boys are always hungry and are almost always fed to the full =) Was so tired after waking up so early to watch the match, which by the way, was a total waste of time. Quite disappointed in myself due to the fact that I have not gotten around to revising my work as often as I should. I know I should discipline myself to do so but sometimes it's just so hard. God, will You help me to change? Please, help me to do the best I can so that after everything, I can give You all the glory and honour You so rightly deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115209078988782715?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/115209078988782715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=115209078988782715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115209078988782715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115209078988782715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115192582678535488</id><published>2006-07-03T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:39:00.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day!&lt;br /&gt;It was a whirl of excitement and fun as we went to East Coast Park to cycle today. Originally, it was quite a mess when we tried to call people and organise it. But at the end of it [which was really the beginning of the day] , God has brought us together at the park and we had a great time. Even though there were some complications at the end that rather pissed me off.. I will give thanks!&lt;br /&gt;The weather was really wonderful. Finally got a good tan I never had in eons. Ok, Maybe too much of a tan till it became a burn=P Thank God for the many people who came too. I'm sure we all had fun bullying Caius. Hahaz.. It was so funny when we tried to chase him once. he took his packet of 100plus and threw it in the air, hoping we would get wet! In the end, all he accomplished was just waste a whole packet of drink. Hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;School starts again tomorrow. Back to the ridiculously planned schedule. Just pray that God will help me to pull through and plan my priorities right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing everyone already..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115192582678535488?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/115192582678535488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=115192582678535488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115192582678535488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115192582678535488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-day-it-was-whirl-of-excitement.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115184740318882735</id><published>2006-07-02T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:06:14.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stayed over at BeanDot's on friday to watch the World Cup match between Argentina and Germany. *sigh* Argentina's out. Come to the think of it, I'm not sure why I supported them in the first place. They looked like they were a good team so I figured they would go through to the semi-finals. Turned out they lost to Germany in the penalty shootout. Ah crap..&lt;br /&gt;At least I got to catch up with Jesher over there. He's been gone for a couple of months now. Turns out he's actually doing a countdown to when he can come back. Aw.. Doesn't that show how much he misses us? Got to see him using a webcam and hear him through the voice thingy in MSN. So, if you want to talk to someone overseas for free, just get a microphone and a webcam=P Slept at around 4am that night with some others sleeping at 3plus. I can confidently say that I slept the latest and woke up the earliest. wee.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Went to distribute tracts yesterday and today for the upcoming Gospel Rally. Quite glad that people are at home to be able to recieve our tracts. Kinda disappointing when you knock at the door and not get a reply man.. Praying that those who recieved those tracts would come and eventually be saved.&lt;br /&gt;It's a holiday tomorrow. It'll probably be the last actual holiday I'll ever have till the O levels. Going cycling at East Coast tomorrow. Wanna tag along?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115184740318882735?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/115184740318882735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=115184740318882735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115184740318882735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115184740318882735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/07/stayed-over-at-beandots-on-friday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115149336910845363</id><published>2006-06-28T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:16:09.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the third day of school and I am already feeling weary. You know what the screwed up thing is? I'm not tired because of study stress. It's the freaking screwed up timetable! Today was really tough man.. I mean, who puts Geography, English, E &amp; A maths, Chemistry and Physics all on the same day?! It's freaking murder! Also because of the places the classrooms are situated in the school, it's PE every single day. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;We had our first prayer meeting for the semester today. I believe it is indeed God's will that we should start off on a new mission. As of this friday, we'll go out to the school and evangelise! Of course, it would be during our recess times. We would have a problem if we tried to do it during classtime=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, thank You for the holiday we had. Thank You for the restoration of my soul during the camp. Thank You for the Lord Jesus Christ who made Himself the sacrifice for all so that we can draw near and worship You. I pray, Father, that You would use me greatly during this last semester in St Andrew's School in the expansion of Your Kingdom. Even so, I pray too that You would help me as well in my studies so that I may glorify You with my results.&lt;br /&gt;In the most excellent name of the Lord Jesus Christ, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115149336910845363?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/115149336910845363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=115149336910845363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115149336910845363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115149336910845363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-third-day-of-school-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115131015205107146</id><published>2006-06-26T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T16:22:32.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School has started. This means I'll probably be updating even less than I already am doing now. This means that I'll have to triple up on my revision if I am going to entertain any hopes of even making it to SAJC. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the rest and restoration He has granted me during the June holiday. I guess my real break came during the ABC, where I was really refreshed by the Word of God and the fellowship I had with my friends.(In case you don't know what ABC is, it's Assembly Bible Camp) Thank God for helping me get to know others better through the Camp, thus forming a closer bond between each other. Thanks to God too for His provision and faithfulness during the Family Group outing at West Coast Park on Saturday morning too. Even though the clouds threatened to release their menacing load of rain, God sent a wind and blew the clouds away! Such is the power of prayer! So brothers and sisters, pray!&lt;br /&gt;Gospel rally is coming up. Really want to invite my friends and see them saved. Praying that they will finally soften their hearts and let God change their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115131015205107146?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/115131015205107146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=115131015205107146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115131015205107146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115131015205107146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/06/school-has-started.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115098195277108890</id><published>2006-06-22T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:12:36.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Started the day of with a nice 2hrs of tuition. Hahaz.. At least it's in the morning. So I won't complain.&lt;br /&gt;Yayness.. Went for Game's Day at AMK. Most of the guys went to play football. Guess they were training for the upcoming fellowship game's. Heard it is a quite a huge affair, even though I don't think I've ever been to one. Not that I remember anyway. Hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;Man.. I really don't feel like updating today. Kinda sianed guess. Going to West Coast Park to recon abit for the Family Group outing this saturday. Really praying that God would hold back the weather and help the adults get off their butts andplay the games we planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115098195277108890?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115098195277108890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115098195277108890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/06/started-day-of-with-nice-2hrs-of.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115089649944539587</id><published>2006-06-21T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:28:19.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! A working monitor! I'm currently at home using the computer. Isn't it wonderful? Even though the screen is smaller than my previous one.. I'm not complaining! Hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;Had an SFC barbeque yesterday. It was actually held as a farewell gathering for Miss Yong, or Wendy, as she now tells us to call her. Seems weird though. I think I'll continue to call her Ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;She actually left school to go full-time for God. It really caused me to wonder: Would I be able to do that? Leave a stable job to answer God's call? Would I be hesitant? Would I doubt? I guess the real test comes when that question is being posed to me in real life. However, I don't think one really needs to "forsake all and follow Him". I know James, John and Peter did in the Bible. I do feel that one can be useful for God in their own communities and workplaces. And that is exactly what one should do.&lt;br /&gt;Today was mostly spent at Amos' house studying. Well okay.. Maybe not the whole time. A part of it was spent trashing up a neighbourhood in Grand Theft Auto=P Okay.. A huge part. I am trying my best to study though. Went to have a haircut after that. Man.. I miss my bushy back and my fluffy sideburns. Till we meet again......&lt;br /&gt;Managed to push my tuition earlier. 11am man.. That's uber early. Hahaz.. At least I can go to Game's Day at AMK tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115089649944539587?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115089649944539587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115089649944539587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-working-monitor-im-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-115062931253308433</id><published>2006-06-18T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T19:15:12.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from Port Dickson! Computer monitor still not working so I'm at Sherman's house doing this entry now.&lt;br /&gt;ABC was really great. Learned many great lessons from the camp talks and Bible studies. Especially when it comes to the prophecies in the Bible, which was essentially the theme of the camp. For example, did you know that terrorism and the nuclear bomb were mentioned in the Bible long before it was even thought of? This camp has reminded me once again how amazing the Bible is. Really pray that God will help me continue to be on fire for Him. It is rather dificult to do so especially in the place and age we live in. Then again, should it be dificult to live for God? A peircing question..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the beach there. It was quite ugly in the day when you look from the balcony. But at night, It's a whole different matter. The sand was cool (as in temperature=P) and digging your feet into it was really refreshing. The stars overhead were numerous. The whole scenario really makes one wish he was walking with a special someone instead of just another guy.. Hahaz.. And yet, While I was walking, I wondered: What would it be like if instead of Nathanael=P, I was walking with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? How amazing that will be! Just walking with Him and admiring His creations together... Wow..&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day I can really thank God for. My dad bought me a guitar. Did you get that? A &lt;em&gt;Guitar&lt;/em&gt;! I was shocked when I saw it in the car. Thank God for hearing my prayers. Hope I can be good enough to play in the family group..&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll be going over to Amos' house to study. Gotta catch up on my work. O levels coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-115062931253308433?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115062931253308433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/115062931253308433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back-from-port-dickson-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-114994779030885900</id><published>2006-06-10T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T21:56:31.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH... (again)&lt;br /&gt;My computer monitor spoil. Cannot watch Bleach.. *sob* Guess I deserved it. Watchin 20 episodes on the computer at once, no wonder the monitor couldn't take it. It really is a pity. Missed a really nice scene too. Oh well.. Guess it's God's way of telling me: "Hey Darius. Stop getting addicted to the computer. Do what you're supposed to do!"&lt;br /&gt;Currently at Sherman's house with many many people in front of the TV watching a World Cup match. He's one of the few among us who has cable at home so, here we are watching England trying to thrash Paraguay. Hahaz.. My monitor is still damaged so I guess I gotta get a new one. Guess this will be my last entry before the ABC.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ABC, would it be like Youth Camp? Would it be as enriching? Would it be as fun? Probably not. (Especially with so many adults there =P ) But I do hope that with so many "pieces of coal" burning together, we would all burn with a great fire for our God, and that flame would never die. So anyone reading this and going for the camp, I only have one word for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to ABC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Bleach.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-114994779030885900?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/114994779030885900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/114994779030885900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/06/argh_10.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-114959564943216197</id><published>2006-06-06T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T20:07:29.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was supposed to have tuition today but I had it postponed 'cause of my illness. Guess it's a good thing it got postponed too. Hadn't finish my tuition homework yet =P&lt;br /&gt;It's gets really boring at home when you have nothing worthwhile to do. What exactly have I done today? What have I managed to accomplish?  Other than completing 20+ "bleach" episodes, I haven't done anything very constructive. Sometimes I feel that my walk with God is also somehow.. well.. compromised. Self-discipline is still number one on my things-I-better-get-done-or-I'm-gonna-screw-up-my-Olevels list and frankly. Looks like I'd better get some work done or else I'm really going to suffer in the future. Better recover fast.&lt;br /&gt;It's been 5 days since I fell sick. Hope the fever's really gone now. It's really hard to sleep when you're allowed to completely use only one nostril to breathe at a time. By the way, *In an annoying geeky tone* did you know: We mainly breathe through only one nostril at a time? They take turns to inhale and exhale every few hours. Betcha didn't know that right? Bwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more days to ABC..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-114959564943216197?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/114959564943216197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/114959564943216197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/06/was-supposed-to-have-tuition-today-but.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-114943158992520692</id><published>2006-06-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:33:10.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH...&lt;br /&gt;Down with fever since friday night. What a horrible experience (Not that I never had a fever before lah..) Headache, flu, cough, appetite loss, insomnia... Thank God the highest temperature I got was only 38.6degrees and that I'm recovering. Yay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really glad to see so many people take the step of obedience today by going through the waters of baptism. To be honest, I am somewhat surprised by Moritza. Even though she was a rather young christian, she has really grown alot spiritually and even went ahead to get baptised. Thank God for that! Also thankful for my fellow saintz, Brandon and Lydia, for getting baptised as well. There's still others but I won't mention the names here. Hey, Not because I'm biased ok? I just scared that if I forget one or two then you will really say I'm biased. Hahaz..&lt;br /&gt;I guess the most interesting part was when I realised that Uncle Eric (the "baptist" for that evening), was actually going to baptise two of his family: Lydia his daughter and Nicole his niece. I guess this is going to be rather memorable for them in that aspect as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently at 37.2degrees with my dad telling me to switch off the com. Haiz.. Gotta finish up my tuition homework tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 days to Family Camp..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-114943158992520692?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/114943158992520692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=114943158992520692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/114943158992520692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/114943158992520692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/06/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-114916925445660785</id><published>2006-06-01T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:40:55.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are my hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;You always fill my heart with songs of deliverance.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am afraid,&lt;br /&gt;I will trust in You.&lt;br /&gt;I will trust in You.&lt;br /&gt;Let the weak say "I am strong&lt;br /&gt;In the strength of the Lord"&lt;br /&gt;I will trust in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain..&lt;br /&gt;Heavy rain..&lt;br /&gt;So heavy that I thought the Game's Day would be a drag. But once again, God proves to His children how he reigns powerfully over the earth by stopping the rain. It really reminds me of the lyrics of a familiar hymn.&lt;br /&gt;"Be still my soul, the waves and winds still know the voice who ruled them while He dwelt below."&lt;br /&gt;Many times I get troubled over minor things in our lives, often leaving God out of the equation. Sometimes I feel that this is, in fact, Satan's way of trying to draw me away from God. I guess it is actually good to just sit down, and marvel at how God has changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;Met into some difficulty today before going to Depot Walk. It got me so frustrated I took it out alot on my sister on the way there. Looking back, I feel so foolish. Why should these matters trouble me?&lt;br /&gt;I guess my frustration did not wear off well enough. During the games, I felt as though everyone else was at fault. "Why can't she catch the ball properly?" "Why can't he concentrate on the game?" These thoughts ran through my mind as the game went on. Frustration became anger. And at a point in the game, I really felt like hitting someone.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I remembered what the sharing was today. "Be a good witness for Christ, even in the assembly." Scolding or hitting anyone wouldn't solve my problem, but would further heighten it. So I decided to "Let Go and Let God." Preet! Preet! Preeeeeeeeet!! The whistle went. I didn't get the chance to be a Ronaldhino; not in terms of skills of course =P I'm always impressed with how he manages to play every game just to enjoy the fun of it and not as though his life rests on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, Amos and I had to sit through a long and boring ride in a taxi and the driver's long talk about how singaporeans should not buy so many cars and jam up the traffic. I kinda agree with him actually. If everyone on the road could just move at a constant pace and not slow down, everyone else behind would also move at a nice pace as well instead of being stuck in jams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's friday tomorrow. Better get some work going on. Rehearsals tomorrow too. Praying that friends will be able to make it to the gospel rally in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let go, Let &lt;strong&gt;God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-114916925445660785?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/114916925445660785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=114916925445660785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/114916925445660785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/114916925445660785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-are-my-hiding-place.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-114899157742385496</id><published>2006-05-31T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:19:37.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back to blogging!! It's been a long time since I last added an entry so I guess I'm going to have to get used to it again.&lt;br /&gt;I guess God sort of gave me a slap on the back of the head, telling me: "WAKE UP! Don't always talk and think like a non-believer!  You're my child and I love you.." If you had noticed, all my previous blog entries were morbid and depressing, usually containing the words like, "why am I living?" or "Today was a really bad day". Well I do have the solutions to those two statements all along. I just chose to somehow ignore it. I'm living because Christ bought me with His precious blood. As for the second one, the solution lies in a verse which I've forgotten =P. (I will post the verse at a later date.) So, no more complaining. I will give thanks unto the Lord for He is good, and His mercy endures forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch X3 today with quite alot of people. Managed to postpone my tuition=]  20 of us went man.. Matthew said that it was a record and I do agree with him. I don't think I've ever went to watch a movie with that many people before. Not that I remember anyway =P&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, The show was great. I'd give it a 3 1/2 star rating though. Even though the action was great, the plot wasn't that all fantastic. Ok, it was very sad. Many people that shouldn't die, died. And those that should, well, nobody deserved to die actually. [Someone cried arh? hehe..] haha.. Oh yea, if anyone reading this has not watched X3 yet and are going to watch, stay in your seats until after the credits. There's sort of an "aftershow" scene which will kinda lighten your hearts. haha.. Go watch it to find out what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Was quite tempted to go play some LAN after the movie. Thank God I held on to my mind (and my wallet =] ) and headed home. Been a long time since I played LAN though.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;SNAP OUT OF IT!!! Gotta study hard. My results are unsatisfactory. Not sure which path to take after sec school also.. God, show me the way. Show me the way that would glorify You..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-114899157742385496?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/114899157742385496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=114899157742385496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/114899157742385496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/114899157742385496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-back-to-blogging-its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-114907051704784983</id><published>2006-05-31T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:13:05.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seriously considered to skip remedial today. After all, it's just chinese oral practice right? It's not like I have to stay back for D&amp;amp;T artefact making right? It's also not like I'm &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; pathetic at speaking chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I am =P&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my grandma woke me up. Had deliberately switched off my alarm so I didn't have to wake up for the lesson. Wasn't that bad actually. I must admit, the lesson was quite fun. Guess this is one of the few times I can see my chinese teacher smile. Hahaz.. Our class really is a terror during chinese lessons. I could see she had to struggle alot just to hold back her tears after she scolded us a few times. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;Came home and watched the FullMetal Alchemist movie on Youtube. That was pretty much the main thing I did today. The movie was kinda nice. But once again, it sort of, didn't meet up to my expectations. It really is a nice series though. Do go and watch it on youtube. Hahaz.. I wonder if that website has been sued for copyright infringement for posting so many anime series =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a nice nap, I went downstairs, met up with Darren and did some tuition homework. I'm going to have tuition later tonight so have to do some at least right? haha.. Didn't have the mood to do it so I forced some out. Spent the rest of the time just crapping with him and comparing whose primary school life was more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;-_-"'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I write this, I think: Of all the things I've done today, what have I done for God? Have I shared the gospel today? Have I read His Word today? Have I even had a &lt;em&gt;decent conversation&lt;/em&gt; with Him? I guess this is a question many of us should ponder as we go through each day. Have we drawn our strength from him? Or are we just trying to live our lives on our own?&lt;br /&gt;Going to have my dinner now. Then it's amaths tuition... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games day at depot tomorrow =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-114907051704784983?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/114907051704784983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=114907051704784983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/114907051704784983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/114907051704784983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/05/seriously-considered-to-skip-remedial.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-114044120188487248</id><published>2006-02-21T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:13:21.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Discipline corner huh? I'll show you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meaning. Just random words. I did not say that to threaten anyone. No.. No one. Especially not Antonius. Nope. Not him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Those were really random words. No hard feelings. Haha.. Wow.. Was that a laugh? It seems so distant; a smile, a laugh. These things somehow don't come easily to me anymore. I'll have to make sure I treasure each and every one. It's getting very tiring just trying to wake up each day and go to school. Many a day I wonder: Why do I do this? Why do I carry on? It really is a wonder how God manages to sustain me through each day. Let me not grieve Him ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to bring GuanXun to Christ today. Unsuccessful. He said "I want to believe, but there is just no proof to show me that God exists." Just pray that God will show me the right words to say to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..So tired..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-114044120188487248?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/114044120188487248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=114044120188487248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/114044120188487248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/114044120188487248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/02/discipline-corner-huh-ill-show-you_20.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-114035705437060838</id><published>2006-02-20T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:50:54.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Help me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-114035705437060838?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/114035705437060838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=114035705437060838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/114035705437060838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/114035705437060838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/02/help-me.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-113837998814293928</id><published>2006-01-28T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T00:39:48.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is probably the best day to me that happened this year.&lt;br /&gt;True, it didn't start out well. For a start, other schools had half-days. It's like, a half-day; as in they get to go home early. And on top of that, they could wear their home clothes. I was like, what the heck? What kind of school is SA?! No home clothes nevermind, still no half-day. *sigh* Plus we had to stay back for extra lessons after school till 2:30. I guess I should be thankful. Teacher wanted to release us at 3. I'd have slapped him if he does.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I rushed home, got changed, and met up with my ex-classmates. That was the happy part. Being with old friends again sure rocks. We had alot of catching up to do and stuff. Lotsa people changed in appearance, all for the better=]&lt;br /&gt;Most enjoyed day of the year. I'll try to remember.&lt;br /&gt;*and actually its the 27th of January but its pass 12 now so I'll put 28th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-113837998814293928?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/113837998814293928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=113837998814293928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113837998814293928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113837998814293928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-probably-best-day-to-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-113828357202975367</id><published>2006-01-27T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T21:52:52.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another eon has passed. Things don't seem to be looking up though. The stress starts to build as we're given more assignments. Simple things start to seem complicated. What's wrong with me? Will I ever have a rest?&lt;br /&gt;It's not all bad though. For one, I finally got my [harmonica]! It's a small, cute looking thing that has really clear notes. That's good at least.&lt;br /&gt;Also got to get some new songs. One which you really have to hear is [The Prayer], a duet by Josh Groban and Charlotte Church, two of the most amazing singers, don't you agree? Really soothens the heart.&lt;br /&gt;That's about all the good stuff. Things still focus negatively. Won't mention here. I'll be off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chorus of "Heaven Knows"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Maybe my love will come back someday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Only heaven knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Maybe our hearts will find their way;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Only heaven knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And all I can do is hope and pray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cause heaven knows..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-113828357202975367?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113828357202975367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113828357202975367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-eon-has-passed_26.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-113698445792631691</id><published>2006-01-12T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:02:19.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been rather long since I last updated huh? *sigh* I'm up to my neck with homework. So sian&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt; Going to have to hand up so much crap tomorrow. Partly also because I didn't finish 'all' my holiday homework I guess.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a real boring week so far. Alright, maybe I'm exaggerating. But school is pretty routine so I guess there isn't much anyone can do about it. Melissa's starting to meet up with us for breakfast already. More company to relieve me of my boredom. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather down now. Really don't know why. Nothing much seem to interest me anymore. Life is just.. plain ol'.. er.. life? Crap. Now I can't even think of any words to describe my life. Look what school has done..&lt;br /&gt;My current harmonica's falling apart. Argh.. Have been planning to get a new one for sometime but something always get in the way. Is this God's way of saying I shouldn't get one? Or is He saying: Wait?&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Have not been walking right with Him lately. Putting up many false fronts. I'm scared.. I really don't want to fall back to what I was in sec2. Save me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-113698445792631691?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/113698445792631691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=113698445792631691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113698445792631691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113698445792631691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-been-rather-long-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-113629696668261243</id><published>2006-01-04T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T22:06:58.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times when I've been complaining over the most minor of matters and have put myself before others. Help me to put my faith in You instead of worrying for what will happen tomorrow. Help me also to count the many blessings that I have been granted by You rather than dwell on past sorrows. Continue to change me and guide me on Your path of righteousness. In Jesus Name, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-113629696668261243?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/113629696668261243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=113629696668261243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113629696668261243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113629696668261243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/01/dear-god-im-sorry-for-times-when-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-113620888102881441</id><published>2006-01-03T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:34:41.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the second day of the dreaded year2006. Nothing has come to pass to change my already bad impression of this new year.&lt;br /&gt;To start it off, I was suppose to go for a game of football today at Bishan park. At that point, I had already had a plan for the day:&lt;br /&gt;-Get my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;-Buy a harmonica.&lt;br /&gt;-Go for football.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing out of the three that I had accomplished was the first. How pathetic is that?! To top it off, I now have a crappy haircut. All I need is a pair of glasses to be the chairman of the Nerd-society. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Really want to meet the bugger who sang the song "Tomorrow". If she's not dead, I'd kill her. Whoever said tomorrow would be a better day? Back to school and the annoying faces of teachers. Omigosh..&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;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;[[I'M SEC 4!!!]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I'm actually Sec4 lah.. It's like, Ownage. I'm not one who plays DOTA but thats sort of what I'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;OWNAGE.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, with great power comes great responsibility and yada yada yada.. Olevels people. Olevels... We'll see how it goes. At least I'm going to have Benjamin and Sherman to join me in school.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is greater than ever now to play the harmonica. *sigh* To speak to you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-113620888102881441?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113620888102881441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113620888102881441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-second-day-of-dreaded-year2006_02.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-113609989723835237</id><published>2006-01-02T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T15:18:17.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ArGh! 2006 has come! The time has come for the &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;[Great Battle]&lt;/span&gt; to take place. For those who do not yeat know what I'm talking about, I'm referring to the Big "O"s. *sigh* Going to have to work harder and reduce my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[L1R5]&lt;/span&gt; by at least a third.&lt;br /&gt;New year, new Sunday School teacher. Uncle &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[Daniel Skelton]&lt;/span&gt;. At least I think that's how it's spelt. As you can see, he's not a exactly a local. He actually lives in &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[Newcastle]&lt;/span&gt;. Beat that! Born in [Birmingham] then moved through quite a few places, one of which was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Liverpool]&lt;/span&gt;. Amazing..&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in the later part of the holidays, I developed a liking towards the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;[harmonica]&lt;/span&gt;. Don't exactly know the reason why though. Probably the sound and the ease of playing it. Since I can't do guitar, why not try for harmonica? Going to get one soon.&lt;br /&gt;School's starting in a day's time. Really not looking forward to it. Guess I got to have my hair cut by tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-113609989723835237?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/113609989723835237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=113609989723835237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113609989723835237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113609989723835237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2006/01/argh-2006-has-come-time-has-come-for.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-113586687543704931</id><published>2005-12-30T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:34:35.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently on the story &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[The Horse and His Boy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. It's actually the third book of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[The Chronicles of Narnia]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. AS you can see, I'm rather addicted to the story, having watched the movie more than once and reading each chronicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my whole family went over to JB today just to buy stuff. Walked around a mall for a couple of hours plus, picking clothes off their racks and trying them on. In the end, all I got was a polo t-shirt. So crappy. By the time we got to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[Depot Walk]&lt;/span&gt;, it was about 4:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Played games there as usual. Quite a few new people today. I don't know all of them so I won't list any names, so as not to show "biasness"(Is there such a word?). What was unusal about today was that we had a barbecue after the games. It's quite a nice experience catching up with old friends over a nice barbecue meal. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Having a job assignment tomorrow at Jurong. But this time, there'll be one more person so I guess we're going to have less money to share among ourselves. *boo..* Sianed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-113586687543704931?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113586687543704931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113586687543704931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-currently-on-story-horse-and-his_29.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-113568787613615987</id><published>2005-12-28T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T20:51:16.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa.. It's tuesday already?! The year really is ending very quickly. Just a few more days and BAM! 2006 is here. But let's not go into that for now.&lt;br /&gt;Brief summary of what happened on Sunday and Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;: Christmas! I wish I say that I am as enthusiastic as I sound. But I'd be lying to say I was. Christmas just somehow didn't seem much of a big deal this year. Sure, there were giving and recieving presents here and there, everyone wishing each other &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;[Blessed Christmas]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. *sigh* What's happening to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;: Day after Christmas. The day of opening presents and hearing the squeals of joy from little children when they get what they want. Again, not so enthusiastic. Went to Sherman's house in the afternoon. Had abit of lunch and hung out awhile. Then at night, the whole group of us went to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Narnia]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes. Again. Can't help it. It's such a nice show. Haha.. Besides, I'm not the one paying for the tickets=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tuesday aka. today&lt;/span&gt;: Played soccer at 11 the morning. Once again proving to the world how crappy I am at the game. Couldn't even defend for nuts. Maybe I'll just quit soccer altogether.&lt;br /&gt;After soccer, we went for lunch at the nearby hawker centre. Now I'll know where to go to get a nice bowl of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;BanMian]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After lunch we went over to Sean's house for a swim. Soon it began to pour and we managed to make our way opposite to Bryan's for a sauna session. Haha.. Our bags were drenched on the way. After the rain stopped, each of us made our ways home. Wesley went by taxi, Jordan by MRT, Reuben and I by bus. Bus was so, freaking slow. Together with the super cold air-con, we almost fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wondering about quite alot of things now. Wondering what "fun" activities am I going to do tomorrow; wondering if I should play games on Thursday; wondering where you are; wondering what school would be like as a &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;[Senior].. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The list goes on.&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/20035225-113568787613615987?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113568787613615987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113568787613615987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2005/12/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-113543750704324385</id><published>2005-12-25T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T23:18:27.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.. Christmas is just tomorrow! I guess to many people, it's a time for recieving gifts, exchanging greetings and, rather important to many children, the company of some fellow by the name of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[Santa Claus]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not to me. Of course exchanging presents is fun and all, but we do still have to remember the true meaning of Christmas. Christmas is an important turning point for the whole of Mankind. For many many years, the Jews have been waiting for the long awaited &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;[Messiah]&lt;/span&gt; that would supposedly liberate them from the Roman rule. Yet when the &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;[Messiah]&lt;/span&gt; came, they rejected Him and sent Him to die. So I guess Christmas does have a sad twist to it.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I am ashamed to say that this year I haven't been very enthusiastic about this festive season. I don't know what it is but many things don't seem important to me anymore. Even my birthday; doesn't seem like a big deal. Just another day to live through. I really hope I am not cultivating a apathetic attitude in myself. Not much can be done about this. I think I'll just try to forget about it altogether.&lt;br /&gt;Helped out at &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;[Children's Corner] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today. Acted together with Amos, Nathanael and Wesley. I was a ******. Won't say it here. You'll have to ask me personally. But I guess many people know already. After that we went up just in time to finish singing at YP. Then we were divided into four groups and played some kind of kicking game among each group. Quite dumb but yet, it was fun. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that each BS group sent their own members to share about the past year. RenAn and I went up lor.. He wrote a poem seh.. So pro right? I just went up and shared on a preparation of about 10min. So you could guess that I didn't do very well=P Hearing all the people that shared reaaly caused me to give thanks to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[the Lord]&lt;/span&gt;. He has brought me through thus far till I'm at the threshold of the &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;[great battle]&lt;/span&gt; that lies ahead. I'm sure He will carry me through.&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Eve service was at night. It started off with some singing then came the choir. They were magnificent. They sang so beautifully. Not being sarcastic here. I'm serious. The message? Erm.. You could say it was not as interesting to me as the choir presentation. But hey, thats just me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll end here. Got to sleep. Have to wake up early tomorrow. Going to have to drink lots of water too. Getting rather &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[heaty]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Heard that? Drink water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-113543750704324385?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113543750704324385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113543750704324385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2005/12/wow_24.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-113533193923993803</id><published>2005-12-24T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T19:14:36.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't think I'll be able to blog later so here I am now.&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch [&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia: the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; today. Met up with Jordan at the food court before the movie. He brought his friend from ~ACSI~. That guy is quite ok lah.. Abit drama but otherwise not bad. Then the girls started coming and we went in to watch.&lt;br /&gt;The show's really good. Absolutely have to go and watch it. Alot of biblical references. [&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Aslan&lt;/span&gt;] rocked man. Damn cool. If you don't know who he is, go watch the show and find out for yourself. Griffins and Centaurs were also very cool. Lots of mythical characters in the show. Coolest guy still is [&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Mr Tumnus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;]. Haha..&lt;/span&gt; But the best weapon had to be the [&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;White Witch&lt;/span&gt;]'s staff. Whooo... Super nasty..&lt;br /&gt;Really loved the show. Full of excitement. I'm going to get my hands on the soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here. Should be going to Uncle Simon's house for dinner later. Happy 23rd..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-113533193923993803?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/113533193923993803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=113533193923993803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113533193923993803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113533193923993803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-think-ill-be-able-to-blog-later.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-113526169331661567</id><published>2005-12-22T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:39:53.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Game's day at Depot Walk. Uncle Andrew shared with us a meaningful parable today. It’s the parable of the [Host’s Great Banquet] and how many people made up LAME excuses to absent themselves. Really reminds me how privileged I am to be invited and of my responsibility to get people from the "roadsides" and "highways" to come to this Grand Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Bball was after the message. I can’t play bball for nuts and so Sean and I went down to get something to eat. We went and got ourselves 2 plates of hor fun. Haha.. We would have gone for a third helping if not for the fact that it had ran out. So, sorry people if you didn't get any.&lt;br /&gt;Soccer was next and as usual, I got thrashed, even with the rest of my team doing so much work. I won't tell the score. It's too embarrassing. I've really got to conquer my fear of the [BALL].&lt;br /&gt;After that, we played captain's ball. It was the boys versus the girls. Of course, they had the adults on their side. It really wouldn't be an equal game without them. By then, the slight drizzle had grown a "little" bit heavier and within minutes, we were all drenched in rainwater and sweat, running around with wet shoes and soggy socks.&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch a movie tomorrow. [The Chronicles of Narnia: the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe]. Should be a nice show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-113526169331661567?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/feeds/113526169331661567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20035225&amp;postID=113526169331661567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113526169331661567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113526169331661567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2005/12/games-day-at-depot-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-113516876602816528</id><published>2005-12-22T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T20:39:26.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to watch [King Kong] at PS today. Not a bad show really; full of action. There was this part where there was a great stampede, then all of a sudden, the dinosaurs start "taupok"ing each other. Abit crap lah.. The show's not all action though. Rather 'touching'. If you count a big gorilla falling in love with a poor woman romantic.. Kinda warped but overall it was nice. Especially with everyone making jokes about KingKong's hair after the show.&lt;br /&gt;After that I went down ta meet Brandon, Enling and Moritza. Turns out they were there doing some Christmas shopping. Don't think I'll be doing any. Having trouble managing my finances. Think I should get a [MoneyManager]? Hehex..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Kinda bored now. Tomorrow Game's Day. Hope I don't aggravate my arm too much. Apparently I haven't fully recovered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20035225-113516876602816528?l=glimpse-dar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113516876602816528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20035225/posts/default/113516876602816528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpse-dar.blogspot.com/2005/12/went-to-watch-king-kong-at-ps-today.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20035225.post-113509779581563422</id><published>2005-12-21T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:56:35.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.. Finally got my new blog up and ready. Might have a few glitches here and there though. Haha.. So late already? Guess I gotta get to sleep man. Gonna watch movie tomorrow. My show seh.. King *Kong* =]  Hahaz.. 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