<?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-12253540</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:30:50.516+08:00</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Christian/Church'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='School/Work'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Mission Trip'/><category term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>twinkle star...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-6349908550215981304</id><published>2007-01-09T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T14:49:19.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>TWO - O!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(No, this is not the result of a soccer match i've just watched.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've just the BIG 2... is this going all too soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Can't believe that's it for my entire teens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then again, I'm super thankful to God for all the blessings He has showered upon me for the last 2 decades... the people He has placed in my life to change me, teach me, lead me, love me and mould me to who I am today. The friends that I treasure ever so dearly... sharing our lives together and growing up in the Lord together. Growing up has been tough I must say, pulling through till now is truly and purely by God's grace and mercy. Pray that I'll continue to walk ever so closely with God, shining the light He gave me to everyone around me, loving others with the love that He first gave to me and becoming the woman after God's heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The last few days of teens were fantabulous! Went out with some close friends in church on 2 occasions and had loads of good food, fun and great company. :) Oh. and a super nice wallet, super cute pooh, super pregnant giraffe etc... heh. Very like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But not all's well and lovely on this day though, one class just had to spoil it all. I spent quite some time preparing this particular lesson for my NT english class... trying to make it more interesting for them so that they can learn more effectively. No one's giving up on them except themselves... they just want to waste their time away when people are spending so much time trying to help them. What's the point of helping a class that wants to give up on themselves? Why work so hard for a class that doesn't want to learn anymore? I was so disappointed that I just stopped the lesson and cried. I can't believe I actually cried in class... what was I thinking? ROARS. My first tear in this whole year... on my TWO - O!&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/12253540-6349908550215981304?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/6349908550215981304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=6349908550215981304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/6349908550215981304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/6349908550215981304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-o.html' title='TWO - O!'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-4916904261052361809</id><published>2007-01-04T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T16:26:50.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>为什么这样子？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You'll need to change your encoding to unicode in order to read the following post... Go to View&gt;&gt;&gt;Encoding&gt;&gt;&gt;Unicode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;我不明白为什么博客内容都变成了中文字。。。自从台湾大地震赵成了网际网络故障之后，电信就变得非常不稳定。就连上一上不同的网站也很麻烦 - 有时要refresh好几次才能够观读到该网。就别说其他网站，说一说博客吧！有时在机缘巧合之下刚巧有空想读一读好友的博客... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(alright at this point of time, it has already proven my point. well done.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To think that I was all so ready to post an entire entry in Chinese, it just had to spoil my plans. Anyway, I'll just continue from where I stop... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;哦！不是吧。我都说了，博客真的有问题！现在又可以运用华文了！ 对了，我刚说到。。。有时在机缘巧合之下刚巧有空想读一读好友的博客， 它却会反复无常， 好像小孩子在闹便扭一样，真受不了！有时就小差像对小孩那种又骗又哄的做法。若你是博客的用户，你会知道整个博客的运作都是利用英文的。但如今，整个博客网站都布满了中文！不是说我的华文不好，只是习惯性的问题。用惯的东西突然改变了，谁受得了？想一想，Publish 变成了“发布帖子”- 我又不是要结婚。。。 发什么帖子？还有，Create (as in creating a new post) 变成了“创建”- 人家不知道还以为要盖房子呢！（到了这里，又有状况。） &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alright, as I was trying to open up another page of the cheena looking blog, I saw something I didn't manage to see before “更改语言”. What the. I never knew I could change the language of Blogger. Dang. But who changed it? I've never seen that function! AGRH. (Sorry Blogger if you feel offended in any way... it was si-ri-ously irrinoying!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-4916904261052361809?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/4916904261052361809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=4916904261052361809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/4916904261052361809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/4916904261052361809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='为什么这样子？'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-8869108024860906689</id><published>2007-01-03T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:10:08.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Trip'/><title type='text'>Beware! First post on TMT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1040971.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I must say... this is one of my favourite picture taken during the mission trip to Thailand last December. (Never mind the double chin and the bad hair.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Having kids surrounding you is a great feeling... you can feel their energy and their happiness just bursting forth. We had quite a number of opportunities to teach English in the local schools... really love doing that. They are rather 好学 in a way. They would take down notes when we're teaching upfront and some would take their own set of notes out when they hear something familiar or have learnt before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Being the photographer of the trip, I took the opportunity to roam around the school taking pictures, going from class to class while my team leader was teaching the class. There were many interesting sights to behold actually... I remembered one school with a huge motorcycle shed... a neato band room... while there are schools with makeshift bicycle area... chickens running around aimlessly... Haha. As I walked past some classes where we were not teaching, some of them would crowd round me asking for my name and laughing at it of cos - for some funny reasons. Some of them would request for me to help them take pictures and then asking me many questions about myself. All these with my limited Thai. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think Thais are an affectionate bunch of people... they'll just smile at you even if you don't know each other. They can make a conversation go on well you'll suspect you've just met each other. Gee. This is cool. I'm lovin' it. The more I talk to them, the more I wonder what it would be like if they all knew Christ. They would come to do so much more than we can ever expect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-8869108024860906689?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/8869108024860906689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=8869108024860906689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/8869108024860906689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/8869108024860906689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2007/01/beware-first-post-on-tmt.html' title='Beware! First post on TMT!'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-116035404614577759</id><published>2006-10-09T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T08:21:00.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Hazy Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How do you make a cup of Hazelnut Coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I think you'll need lots of Haze... and that's just what we have plenty of recently! (Alright. That's quite lame. My apologies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, the haze was getting real bad siah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, being the Mid-autumn Festival, my secondary school best friend and I met up to "play with fire". Literally. I know it's pretty childish... to think I actually said that to my students when I saw them gathering to play with sparkles. I went over to her hostel in NIE and we were preparing to play in the corridor despite the haze... BAD MOVE. I think we contributed to the haze after that! It wasn't long before the both of us realised that the smoke the sparkles produced actually looked/smelt like a fire rather than the haze! You should have seen how the 2 of us packed everything and scampered into the room... Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have CG on Sat but a few of us still met up to discuss the script for CG day performance... Well well. Wasn't as fruitful as we would wanted it to be but I think some great ideas were being sparkled. Funny how we were more concerned about the PSI than the script. HAH. Then again, just wondering if it's realistic for us to assume we would have time to come up with a whole new script when all of us are super busy. Hmmm. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear and sunny Sunday! woohoo! Tennis! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;oooohh.. Jon made a very funny statement on sunday when we were talking about the PSI-that-thinks-it's-the-stock-market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After PSLE, we should ask all the P6s to come together and ask them to bring all their textbooks and have a campfire... We would then pray to God for the wind direction to blow towards Indonesia and we would have our revenge!" Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-116035404614577759?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/116035404614577759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=116035404614577759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/116035404614577759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/116035404614577759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/10/hazy-weekends.html' title='Hazy Weekends'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-116010258343542423</id><published>2006-10-06T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T11:38:43.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>That's it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's it. Seriously. That's IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Once upon a time I was still marvelling at my own digicam... A panasonic (dang. can't remember the model...) anyways. Those of you who have seen my digicam... you should know how sleek and amazingly thin it is. Although it didn't have all the wonderful functions a fantabulous camera would have, it had all it takes to be a great traveling companion! Slotting it into my pocket... going wherever I want to with it. With one hand, I could so conveniently grab my cam and snap! AGRH. Is this what they call, "ALL GOOD THINGS MUST COME TO AN END"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It has travelled to so many places with me so many times... Malaysia, Thailand, Australia. Yet it's still not satisfied. It's looking for adventure. Ultimate adventure. An adventure that cost it its life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A one way ticket to the &lt;strong&gt;WASHING MACHINE. &lt;/strong&gt;(Although I rather it had been Washington.) *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-116010258343542423?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/116010258343542423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=116010258343542423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/116010258343542423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/116010258343542423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/10/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s it.'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-116003650861501098</id><published>2006-10-05T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T11:51:35.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I suppose that's no such thing as suppose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This should no longer be taken for granted... nothing is supposed to be anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So many times we would assume that things would turn out as it's supposed to be.. and when they don't, we would be utterly disappointed and question why things &lt;em&gt;just don't fall into place&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ironically, the meaning of "suppose" is supposed to be &lt;em&gt;to imagine, conjecture. &lt;/em&gt;Yet we think that it &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; happen as we 'suppose'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Like how students think that teachers are 'supposed' to be... well. A teacher. The problem is, they think that teachers are super-natural beings. They think that teachers can do so many things at the same time, not forgetting anything single nitty gritty thing that students tell them, have 48 hours a day and &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;the rebellion and troubles they make... oh. and being caring and patient when you refuse to hand in your projects after a few weeks?! Sorry. But teachers are not like that - although they'd try hard to sometimes. Don't suppose that teachers are what they supposed to be. HEY! I just realised... they are NOT supposed to be that in the very first place! But why do the students &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;assume that they are like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This topic is getting interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;In many places... we assume that things will turn out as it's supposed to, people would behave as they are supposed to... Many times it does turn out like that but there are also times when they don't. And when they don't, we'd be shocked and question how can things be the way it is when it's not 'suppose' to be. So are we all wrong? Does it mean that we can't assume things will turn out as it's 'supposed' to? Does it mean that we should not 'suppose' at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Suppose things don't turn out as it's supposed to? How would &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-116003650861501098?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/116003650861501098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=116003650861501098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/116003650861501098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/116003650861501098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-suppose-thats-no-such-thing-as.html' title='I suppose that&apos;s no such thing as suppose'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-115984447505749563</id><published>2006-10-03T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T08:20:22.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>brrr... it's cold in here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;In this quiet corner where no one goes to in the staff room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, seated all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss sitting at MF's table, although it's piled up with worksheets, files and dunno-whats... CDs stacked in an unorderly manner right up to the top of the cubicle... thousands of red pens stuck in a small little pen holder... notice of reminders, letters, timetables collecting dust on the sides of the cubicle. But at least I had neighbours - people to talk to - and right beside ML! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've missed the main point again: It's not cold there. I've been banished from spring to winter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where I'm sitting now. Feels like it's below zero degree C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrrrrrr..... I can't feel my nose and fingers anymore. Are they there at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-115984447505749563?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/115984447505749563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=115984447505749563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/115984447505749563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/115984447505749563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/10/brrr-its-cold-in-here.html' title='brrr... it&apos;s cold in here!'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-115977044862394050</id><published>2006-10-02T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T08:21:28.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>Forbidden City</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I must... blog about FORBIDDEN CITY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's super good... so good that I was loss for words more than half the time. Well, I don't know if it's because this is the first musical I've watched in my entire life... first as in.. live, onstage, performers singing, acting and dancing... excluding the ones I've watched in school of course. This IS my first ever pro musical in the Esplanade!!! wooohooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;As the lights in the theatre dimmed, a low male voice came on out of nowhere and kickstarted the exciting night. I could hear my heart beating ever so clearly... expecting to be satisfied by the performance. The lights all around us were further dimmed, leaving only the lights on stage shining on the props. The first character strided out from behind the curtains... my heart skipped a beat. I was constantly trying to convince myself that I wasn't dreaming. I AM in the theatre watching a musical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;There was a live instrumental ensemble "hiding" at the front bottom of the stage... They were really good. Almost flawless I convicted. I was mesmerised by every single note they played... humming along with the catchy melody... counting along with the steadfast tempo. Oh. Heard that the songs were all composed by Dick Lee, now I am convinced that he is not just a goofy SI judge, but a talented musician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The performers were all superb! Wow. Must tell you guys about this scene in the train... the coordination and the tacit understanding amongst the performers were remarkable... one after another they sang without mistake. Although they were spread out across the length of the stage, it was still perfect. The ensemble, I must say is made up of talents. Most of them can hold their tune well (well enough as I could hear) and they acted and danced with passion! Woo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kit Chan came on and stole the limelight immediately. Her crystal-clear voice resounded in the theatre and I was amazed by her zealousy for music. It didn't take me long to realise why she left the showbiz to pursue her dreams... Music in the industry has become commercialised so much that it has become a mere money-making tool. To her, (and I'm sure many of us) music is art. It's not just an entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lighting. Speechless. It's so good that I had a hard time trying to convince myself I wasn't dreaming. It's true... It's happening right before my eyes! The importance of lighting is often neglected in many productions - be it on-screen or on-stage. People will say that the show is good but they often can't tell why. The emphasis placed on each character. The different colours. The different power. They each tell a different story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;As the curtains are drawn, thunderous applause echoed in the theatre. I was touched. Touched by effort put in... touched by the talents... touched by the sophistication... touched by the protrait of the empress dowager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;One of the many reasons why I'm in love with musicals is because of the motifs used on stage... each object having a story to tell. Together with the meaningful and cleverly-crafted lyrics... THIS is what makes a successful musical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A dream becoming a reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-115977044862394050?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/115977044862394050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=115977044862394050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/115977044862394050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/115977044862394050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/10/forbidden-city.html' title='Forbidden City'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-115976490110302830</id><published>2006-10-02T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T08:22:05.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>Geography Exam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hey Kids... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Please take note of the items you need to bring for the Geography examination:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Pencil/Pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Calculator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Protractor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. Ruler (about 15cm long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. String (about 30cm long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. Colour Pencil/Highlighter (Sec 1s only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Chapters you need to cover:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sec 1s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1A &amp; 1B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1C: All units except 20 &amp;amp; 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1D: Unit 24-28, Unit 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sec 2s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Units 1-15, 17, 21-22, 25-26, 29-40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All the best for your exams! Study hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-115976490110302830?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/115976490110302830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=115976490110302830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/115976490110302830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/115976490110302830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/10/geography-exam.html' title='Geography Exam!'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-115950576141243635</id><published>2006-09-29T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T12:22:02.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>EOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Exams are here. Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Good bye lesson plans... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Good bye worksheets... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Good bye compos that gives me a headache...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sigh. However...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hello boring invigilations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hello EXAM SCRIPTS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Agrh. My stint in teaching has become too real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyhoosies, some of the students make the effort put in pay off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-115950576141243635?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/115950576141243635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=115950576141243635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/115950576141243635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/115950576141243635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/09/eoy.html' title='EOY'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-115239232541575918</id><published>2006-07-09T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T04:58:45.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Schweinsteiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Germany wins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-115239232541575918?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/115239232541575918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=115239232541575918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/115239232541575918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/115239232541575918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/07/schweinsteiger.html' title='Schweinsteiger'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-115233536828459751</id><published>2006-07-08T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T13:19:40.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Trip'/><title type='text'>Thai Mission Trip June 2006</title><content type='html'>Pictures only... will blog more about the trip when I've more time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.filmloop.com/looplets/flash/v2/looplet.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" flashvars="base=looplets.filmloop.com&amp;weblinkid=ealSQHs5sxajhgP4ckKm0BTZ/3YkTahL&amp;amp;incr=1" name="looplet" bgcolor="#333333" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="70" width="280"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-115233536828459751?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/115233536828459751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=115233536828459751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/115233536828459751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/115233536828459751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/07/thai-mission-trip-june-2006.html' title='Thai Mission Trip June 2006'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-115232787479444715</id><published>2006-07-08T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T11:04:34.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><title type='text'>Our Faith In God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do you believe in God when you have never seen, touched, heard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;felt and smelled God? An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;class on the problem science has with God, the Almighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He asks one of his new Christian students to stand and.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Professor: You are a Christian, aren't you, son?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: Yes, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: So you believe in God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: Absolutely, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: Is God good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: Sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: Is God all-powerful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How is this God good then? Hmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Student is silent.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is God good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: Is Satan good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: Where does Satan come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: From...God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Correct?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: So who created evil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Student does not answer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student:Yes, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: So, who created them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Student has no answer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: No , sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: No sir. There isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;just the absence of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;darkness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;darkness darker, wouldn't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;just the absence of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;from a monkey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;course, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the argument is going.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;are you not teaching your opinion, sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you not a scientist but a preacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(The class is in uproar.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;felt it, touched or smelt it?.....No one appears to have done so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;unfathomable.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: That is it sir.. The link between man &amp; god is FAITH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That is all that keeps things moving &amp; alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-115232787479444715?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/115232787479444715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=115232787479444715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/115232787479444715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/115232787479444715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/07/our-faith-in-god.html' title='Our Faith In God'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114904992247938852</id><published>2006-05-31T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T12:32:02.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Super duper busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Cheers to my super duper busy week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for GB camp now and right after that it's 1st night of lock-in nite! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sleeping at around 4-5am every night... morning actually. Preparing stuff for games... writing clues... writing instructions... doing intro video... but it's funny why i enjoy doing all these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i realised that it's really pretty freaky to be sooooooo busy. I'm leaving for thailand this friday and i'm not packed yet. Really don't know when I'll find the time to do so siah... maybe tomorrow after lock in nite...Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a headache now.. think i slept too late last night and woke up too early this morning. Crap. I can't fall sick... at least not now. Don't wanna be sick during the trip... pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update again before i leave for thailand... if i have the time. and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114904992247938852?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114904992247938852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114904992247938852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114904992247938852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114904992247938852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/05/super-duper-busy.html' title='Super duper busy...'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114872746497265845</id><published>2006-05-27T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T19:17:31.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><title type='text'>Defend your faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Think &lt;a href="http://www.syfc.org.sg/events/dvc/cinema.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is super funny lah... haha. It's a flash video talking about the Da vinci code...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Truth is truth. False is false."&lt;br /&gt;What happens when others think that the truth that you believe in is false?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know how to defend your faith?&lt;br /&gt;Come for Glory Presbyterian Church LOCK-IN NITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Venue: Kuo Chuan Presbyterian Secondary School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Time: 8pm to 8am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dates: 31th May (Sec 1-3) 1st June (Sec 4 &amp; above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cost: $5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Truth. Believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114872746497265845?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114872746497265845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114872746497265845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114872746497265845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114872746497265845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/05/defend-your-faith_27.html' title='Defend your faith'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114740004425878077</id><published>2006-05-12T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T10:14:04.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>kids talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ms Chang, how come you wear digital watch? Adults must wear the clock kind of watch!" - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kid at tuition centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;First time i heard of such a thing! and they're called analog watches... not 'clock' watch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ms Chang, don't be angry lah. Later got a lot of wrinkles you know." - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;student in zss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yah right. Don't be angry when you throw the pen on the floor on purpose so that you can talk to your friend! I'm not blind lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Christina jie jie, how come you never wear your goggles today?" - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kid at care junction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Goggles??? Spectacles you mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Christina, next time you come must buy many many let us eat!" - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kid at tuition centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;What's a many many? I never eat before.... HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sister Christina, i very happy to see but then i very not happy to see you." - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;girls' brigade girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ah. i understand the "very not happy to see you" part... cos seeing me = doing drills! *evil laughters*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chiang, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't want to friend him already! He chicken backside!" - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kid at care junction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;He chicken what? and I'm Ms CHANG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ms Chang!!!! you got boyfriend not? ... then you got baby?" - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kid at care junction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;No i don't have a boyfriend and NO, how can i have a baby when i'm not married???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Christina, can i go toilet drink water?" - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kid at tuition centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You sure you want to go to the toilet to drink water??? By all means! Just don't talk to me after that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Cher, last time you zhenghua one right? Ah.. you the sing sing one right?" - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;student in zss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hmmmm. Yes, i was from zhenghua but er... i sing sing one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114740004425878077?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114740004425878077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114740004425878077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114740004425878077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114740004425878077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/05/kids-talk.html' title='kids talk'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114624311663863086</id><published>2006-04-28T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:58:13.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>guest who</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's another day when I can sleep in without being awakened by the call for me to go relief teach... I was still stoning on my bed when I heard a knock on the door. I panicked. I'm afraid of door knocks either super early in the morning or super late at night. They never fail to scare me out of my wits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, with my heart still pumping really quickly, I opened the door and what I saw a group of people wearing white. Eh. The sight was pretty intimidating. I was barely awake then.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A man who looked pretty familiar said, "DrTeo is coming, please get ready."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Oh. &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; DrTeo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Crap. My hair's in a mess and I haven't brushed my teeth. There's no way I can do all these in a few seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Keys. Where are the keys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My gggrandma is no where to be seen. Seems like she went downstairs and she brought the house keys with her. Don't know where I put my own set of keys. How am I going to open the door for him? &lt;i&gt;Never mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;That man added when I was trying to organise my thoughts. "What's your name?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Christina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Before I could do anything, he was here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Christina, sorry to wake you up so early. Please vote for me." DrTeo said as he extended his hand out for a handshake and passed me a sample of the voting cards.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then the embarrassing moment came... he was trying to shake my hand a second time when he passed me the card. Confusing. Especially in the state I was in. Oh man. In the end I can't even remember if I shook his hand again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, just downstairs, a lorry with his pictures and 2 loud hailers is going around the neighbourhood asking people to vote for him.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to basics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last time I saw this kind of promotional method was in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;... the lorry was going around the village. Quite interesting. Of course I didn't know what they were promoting. Heh. If only I can understand...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm still not eligible to vote yet. I doubt it'll make a difference to me though. I'm quite bo chap when it comes to politics... sometimes not because I don't care, it's because I don't know. HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114624311663863086?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114624311663863086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114624311663863086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114624311663863086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114624311663863086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/04/guest-who.html' title='guest who'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114624592920728227</id><published>2006-04-27T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T01:40:36.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>RT (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't gone back to my sec school for almost 3 years... and this time, I'm back as a relief teacher. Exciting.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I was still a student in that school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I disliked morning assemblies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I disliked Monday assemblies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I disliked the rules that made me wear a hairband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I disliked it when I forget to wear nametag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I disliked singing the school song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I disliked going up on stage to sing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I disliked seeing my face in the school song mtv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I disliked hearing my voice in the school song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I disliked going up to make announcements for band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I disliked doing duties in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I disliked queueing to buy food during recess time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I disliked teachers who act fierce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I disliked climbing up the stairs to my classroom on the top level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The list goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still dislike Monday assemblies but I enjoy morning assemblies more. Missed singing the national anthem and reciting the pledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like the rules that require students to keep their hair neat and tidy but why don't they need to wear nametags now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like the school song better now because I don't have to go on stage to sing it... neither do I have to see my face in the school song mtv... nor hear my voice in the school song anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't hear no announcements now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like it when I can go and eat whenever I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like teachers who help me scream at my students when they misbehave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I like taking the lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do people treasure things only when they've lost it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114624592920728227?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114624592920728227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114624592920728227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114624592920728227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114624592920728227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/04/rt-part-1.html' title='RT (part 1)'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114559584651210335</id><published>2006-04-20T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T13:04:06.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>met(mad)woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate/dislike/detest/loathe carrying umbrellas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It might be threatening to rain or have even started to drizzle when I leave the house BUT I'll never bring an umbrella with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been pouring these few days and each time, if I'm out, I'll be drenched from head to toe... At this rate, I'll probably die of pneumonia soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, it was threatening to rain... I decided to bring an umbrella with me lest I get caught in the rain again. But guess what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;#%*#@!?&amp;amp;%^@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;IT DIDN'T RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Next time you don't want it to rain, just give me a ring... I'll bring an umbrella out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114559584651210335?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114559584651210335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114559584651210335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114559584651210335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114559584651210335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/04/metmadwoman.html' title='met(mad)woman'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114543843473386642</id><published>2006-04-19T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T17:24:44.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Arrrgh!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you know that mucus attracts ants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pile of tissue papers can testify to that. Or is it just mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*sniff sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114543843473386642?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114543843473386642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114543843473386642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114543843473386642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114543843473386642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/04/arrrgh.html' title='Arrrgh!!!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114533409559995724</id><published>2006-04-18T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:22:19.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>iwannawatchdachangjin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My neighbour is watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;dachangjin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Actually, there's nothing wrong with that. BUT look at the time! It's 12.20PM... It's not showing on TV now, meaning they're watching VCD! Crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Their TV is super loud. I can clearly hear everything... the music at the beginning as well as the dialogues. AGRH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can hear but cannot watch. SO IRRITATING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114533409559995724?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114533409559995724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114533409559995724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114533409559995724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114533409559995724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/04/iwannawatchdachangjin.html' title='iwannawatchdachangjin!'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114533308646813108</id><published>2006-04-18T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:12:32.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't have to pay a cent for the super combo I have... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if only it's a meal with mixed grill combo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a combo of sore throat, ulcer, sneezing, running nose, blocked nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feels as though my nose is falling off soon. *ah chooooo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114533308646813108?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114533308646813108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114533308646813108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114533308646813108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114533308646813108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/04/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114533158298494075</id><published>2006-04-17T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:39:43.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Where is the bus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;That was the question I was asking myself the whole time I was waiting for my bus after giving tuition at Clementi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the bus stop at &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;6.23pm&lt;/span&gt;. I was standing together with the crowd who is going home from work... 105...106...154... one by one they came and went. Everyone would tiptoe and look over shoulders whenever they see a tibs bendy bus approaching...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 189&lt;/span&gt; never fails to deceive all of us at the bus stop. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've thought of taking the MRT or hailing a cab even but I just wanted to see how long it would take the bus to come to the bus stop... At &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;7pm&lt;/span&gt;, having been waiting for more than 30 mins, I started to doubt if the bus even comes to that bus stop. This is bizarre. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Where is the bus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, the whole bus stop seemed to be flocking to the back... Gosh. It was 184. Finally. My watch reads &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;7.48pm&lt;/span&gt;. Oh wells. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ChannelUSuperBand&lt;/span&gt; has started... which means that I've stood at the bus stop for 1 hour and 30 mins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was the first bus that came after more than an hour, it seemed like the whole bus stop full of people boarded the bus at each stop. We were like a super big can of sardines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bus was approaching maju camp, we saw a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; police car parked horizontally on the other side of the road. Immediately I concluded that there must be a serious car accident along that stretch of road. Then we went a little further up... lo and behold, there was a huge tree lying across the road and a car stuck beneath it. The whole stretch of road from SIM to after NP... numerous cars and buses were trapped. Apparently they were there for a long time... the buses were all empty, the cars' engines and headlights were all turned off and the people were all outside their vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I counted... there were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 184s&lt;/span&gt; there! At the end of the jam, or so I think, there were cars reversing... where to I'm not sure. But the sight of it was rather funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the jam ended at KAP... how wrong was I! When my bus turned out into courts, the jam was still on on the other side of the road! This is indeed a super massive jam man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;8.45pm&lt;/span&gt;. Only got to watch a mere 15 mins of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ChannelUSuperBand. &lt;/span&gt;*Agrh* Gggrandma was grumbling by the time I got home - I got our dinner with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;. I took almost 2 hrs and 30 mins to get home from Clementi.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114533158298494075?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114533158298494075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114533158298494075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114533158298494075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114533158298494075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-is-bus.html' title='Where is the bus?'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114464281954914027</id><published>2006-04-10T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T12:29:04.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Times of refreshing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here in Your presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No greater blessing than being with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My soul is restored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mind is renewed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's no greater joy Lord than being with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;It doesn't matter if I've lost everything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;What matters most is that I've God in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114464281954914027?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114464281954914027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114464281954914027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114464281954914027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114464281954914027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/04/times-of-refreshing-here-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114200885484505044</id><published>2006-03-11T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T00:44:46.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Imagine if this is true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;New Employee Rules &amp; Regulations 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Dress Code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;It is advised that you come to work dressed accordingly to our salary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag, we assume you are doing well financially and therefore do not need a raise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better, so that you may buy nicer clothes, and therefore do not need a raise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you dress just right, you are right where you need to be and therefore do not need a raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2. Sick Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will no longer accept a doctor's statement as proof of sickness.&lt;br /&gt;If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3. Personal Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each employee will receive 104 personal days a year. They are called Saturday and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;4. Toilet Use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet. There is now a strict three-minute limit in the stalls. At the end of the three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the stall door will open and a picture will be taken.&lt;br /&gt;After your second offence, your picture will be posted on the company bulletin board under the "Chronic Offenders Category". Anyone caught smiling in the picture will be sectioned under the company mental health policy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5. Lunch Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch as they need to eat more, so that they can look healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to maintain their average figure.&lt;br /&gt;Fat people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that's all the time needed to drink a slim fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your loyalty to our company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here to provide a positive employment experience. Therefore, all questions, comments, concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplations, consternation and input should be directed elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114200885484505044?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114200885484505044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114200885484505044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114200885484505044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114200885484505044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/03/imagine-if-this-is-true.html' title='Imagine if this is true...'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114196309768630539</id><published>2006-03-10T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T11:58:17.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>To eat or not to eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2-days old&lt;/span&gt; prata&lt;/span&gt; is beckoning me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach might get upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prata, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114196309768630539?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114196309768630539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114196309768630539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114196309768630539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114196309768630539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-eat-or-not-to-eat.html' title='To eat or not to eat'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114192676753298496</id><published>2006-03-09T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T01:52:47.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>It's 9 March.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On this very day nearly half a century ago, a girl was born. Her mother, who was barely 18 years old, went away after giving birth to her; leaving the newborn with her maternal grandmother. The family, being rather well to do, took on the responsibility of raising up this "unwanted" child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And so this little girl grew up not knowing who her parents are. All she knows is that her father is a sailor and had died in China; her mother, on the other hand, had gone away - where to, nobody knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She grew sensible earlier than the other kids of her age, not because of her nature but because she was forced to. Since young, she was asked to help out with the household chores, to cook for the family, to fetch the younger cousins to school, to take care of her cousins and to run any other errands one could think of at that time. She would also be among the first ones to be punished under the rod of the matriarch if anything at home goes wrong. Often, the verbal abuse that she was put through was even more unbearable than the physical afflictions. However, all these hardships were not served to bring her down but to make her a stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 7, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Or is it 8? Ugh. I can't remember when exactly. My memory's failing me. Getting old.)&lt;/span&gt; she met her mother for the first time. There was another man together with her mom, her step-father. It was a confusing moment. Isn't that the day she always hoped for? The day when her mother would come and bring her out of her misery? But she was uncertain of what might befall... Will her mother abandon her again and run away? How will this step father of hers treat her? No one knows. However, the decision was not hers to make. The matriarch spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That decision has brought her thus far. Having a house she can call her own with the once-reigning matriarch. Hatred has never surfaced in her dictionary. In fact, there is not a single trace that speaks of her unhappy childhood. She is now on good terms with all her family members, i do mean ALL. That includes her mother, step father, step siblings etc. Very often, she is also the middle(wo)man whenever there is a dispute in the family. I respect her for that - for growing out of her circumstances. I admit I always find that very hard and I believe she is there to be one of my role models in that aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at One Fullerton, celebrating her birthday over lunch. There she was, seated beside me, putting on her usual radiant smile. Seated in front of me was her mother; she, too, was grinning from ear to ear. Her mom handed her a pair of "red eggs" sealed in a clear plastic bag together with a red packet. If only I can capture the moment of happiness on film. If only... Well, lunch was fabulous. Stories about the past did spiced it up very much. I realised I know very little about her, what she has through and how she feels. I guess it is never too late to realise certain things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Godma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mummy, I thank God for touching your life, for giving you a chance to believe and to accept Him as your personal Lord and Saviour many years ago. I'm not here to judge or to evaluate your walk with our Lord but I do earnestly pray that you would continue to grow close to Him and let Him lead your life. Sorry for the many times I have disappointed or made you sad. Sorry for hurting you at times. I really thank you for forgiving me and even comforting me in those times. It has been hard, I know it isn't easy, to lug a kid like me around. I know, I can be really difficult at times. Thank you. Many times I really do not understand the things you do... I just cannot understand your rationale in doing some things. But I pray and I choose to believe you have your own reasons for doing so. I love you, mummy. May the Lord continue to guide you and may you experience His grace and mercy in your life. Happy birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114192676753298496?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114192676753298496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114192676753298496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114192676753298496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114192676753298496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-9-march.html' title='It&apos;s 9 March.'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114181660745095117</id><published>2006-03-08T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:16:47.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Get TOASTED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My hunger has led me to a whole new discovery! I felt super hungry after giving tuition at novena so I decided to make my way to subway for an early dinner... I was trying to ask the girl behind the sandwich bar which sub has discount for that day but I forgot what the promotion is called... so I pointed at the board placed outside the shop... Then she smiled and replied, "We're having a promotion, just get your sub toasted and you'll get a meal free!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cheap good food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YUMS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was super satisfied after eating my meal! hee. The idea of having the sandwich toasted is not bad... the bread is a cripsy and warm. Oh. and with melted cheese. I like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 367px; height: 458px;" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/dailyspecials7under6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh. Hearty Italian makes you messy. Eat with care. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114181660745095117?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114181660745095117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114181660745095117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114181660745095117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114181660745095117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/03/get-toasted.html' title='Get TOASTED!'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114162505187704929</id><published>2006-03-06T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T14:49:37.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Simpsons Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I'm really getting bored at home... finding such stuff as a source of entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;AGRH. but no harm having a good laugh at some out-of-the-world results!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;table  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;You Are Barney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;td bg=""&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/barney.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have been an intellectual leader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, your whole life is an homage to beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be remembered for: your beautiful singing voice and your burps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life philosophy: "There's nothing like beer to give you that inflated sense of self-esteem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/"&gt;The Simpsons Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The beer part is totally off lah. I hate beer. BUT... how in the world will they know I SING (I'm not trying to say that I've a beautiful voice. I don't.) and BURP??? *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114162505187704929?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114162505187704929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114162505187704929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114162505187704929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114162505187704929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/03/simpsons-personality-test.html' title='The Simpsons Personality Test'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114149370298478864</id><published>2006-03-04T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T01:35:03.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><title type='text'>"He who has an ear, let him hear..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 328px; height: 222px;" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/10210008.jpg" height="514" width="612" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I am the Alpha and the Omega," says the Lord God, "who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revelation 1:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-30733" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Wake up! Strengthen what remains and is about to die, for I have not found your deeds complete in the sight of my God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="en-NIV-30734" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember, therefore, what you have received and heard; obey it, and repent. But if you do not wake up, I will come like a thief, and you will not know at what time I will come to you." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revelation 3:2-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="en-NIV-30746" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="en-NIV-30747" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my mouth." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revelation 3:15-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revelation 3:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"He who has an ear, let him hear..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114149370298478864?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114149370298478864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114149370298478864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114149370298478864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114149370298478864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/03/he-who-has-ear-let-him-hear.html' title='&quot;He who has an ear, let him hear...&quot;'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114127907822616131</id><published>2006-03-02T13:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T13:57:58.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>"My prayer for you..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Remember, this is my prayer for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;"asking God to fill you with the knowledge  of his will through all spiritual wisdom and understanding...that you may live a  life worthy of the Lord and may please him in every way: bearing fruit in every  good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all power  according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and  patience, and joyfully giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you&lt;sup&gt;  &lt;/sup&gt;to share in the inheritance of the saints in the kingdom of light." (Col  1:9-12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I've never forgotten this... Sorry that I haven't live it out yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114127907822616131?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114127907822616131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114127907822616131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114127907822616131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114127907822616131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-prayer-for-you_02.html' title='&quot;My prayer for you...&quot;'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114121398392839412</id><published>2006-03-01T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:53:03.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Owen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Haven't met one of my secondary teachers for quite a long time. Her son is the best time detector... As I look at Owen, it suddenly dawn on me that time really flies. It seems only yesterday when my friend and I were still joking that we would take care of the unmarried teachers when they grow old. Now, this teacher has her own family and a son who will eventually take care of her. How wonderful it is to have a family of your own! Really wonder how it is like to have your own child... someone who is really close to your heart, that part that came out of you! Literally. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 328px; height: 222px;" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/sleepingowen.jpg" height="514" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 268px; height: 293px;" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/owen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 331px;" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/msyangandowen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon Me and come and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. You will seek Me and find Me when you seek Me with all your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Jeremiah 29:11-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114121398392839412?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114121398392839412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114121398392839412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114121398392839412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114121398392839412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/03/owen.html' title='Owen'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114097382412979621</id><published>2006-02-27T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:10:24.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Black and White</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss taking black and white pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 328px; height: 222px;" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/10210020.jpg" height="514" width="612" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss taking pictures of animals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 328px; height: 222px;" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/10210013.jpg" height="514" width="612" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss taking pictures with Kay Siang's camera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 328px; height: 222px;" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/10210003.jpg" height="514" width="612" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss taking pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114097382412979621?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114097382412979621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114097382412979621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114097382412979621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114097382412979621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/02/black-and-white.html' title='Black and White'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-114079889634393185</id><published>2006-02-24T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:36:30.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Leaving is the hardest part...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Exactly 2 hours ago, her plane took off.. she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left behind tons of stuff for me.. so much that I've to leave it at her place so that I can pick it up another day when I've nothing on. Bags, towels, facial creams, facial masks, earrings, necklaces, tee-shirts, CDs, discman, VCDs, books etc. It's crazy... She's only leaving for 9 months and she's giving away almost one third of all her possessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I gave her is my passport size photo which she kept in her purse and a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the person you love walking in through the departure gates should be the hardest thing to do... I hate that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 is a year that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;wished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt; never came... it has only been barely 3 months into the year and I've already sent 2 persons off. It doesn't help at all knowing that yet another person will be leaving. What can be worse than this? When you know that the person will be leaving for good. Eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-114079889634393185?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/114079889634393185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=114079889634393185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114079889634393185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/114079889634393185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/02/leaving-is-hardest-part.html' title='Leaving is the hardest part...'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113889408725264218</id><published>2006-02-02T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:37:51.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow can be too late...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you're mad with someone, and nobody's there to fix the situation...&lt;br /&gt;YOU fix it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe today, that person still wants to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;And if u don't, tomorrow can be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you're in love with somebody, but that person doesn't know, TELL her/him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe today, that person is also in love with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And if you don't say it, tomorrow can be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you really want to kiss somebody... KISS her/him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe that person wants a kiss from you, too.&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't kiss her/him today, tomorrow can be too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you still love a person that you think has forgotten you... TELL her/him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe that person have always loved you.&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't tell her/him today, tomorrow can be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you need a hug of a friend... ASK her/him for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe they need it more than you do.&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't ask for it today, tomorrow can be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you really have friends who you appreciate... TELL them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe they appreciate you as well.&lt;br /&gt;That if you don't and they leave or go far away today, tomorrow can be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you love your parents, and never had the chance to show them... DO it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe you have them there to show them how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;That if you don't and they leave today, then tomorrow can be too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113889408725264218?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113889408725264218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113889408725264218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113889408725264218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113889408725264218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/02/tomorrow-can-be-too-late.html' title='Tomorrow can be too late...'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113852349467853640</id><published>2006-01-29T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T16:41:15.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>春节又到来了！</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;恭祝大家: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;新年蒙恩, 万事靠主!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113852349467853640?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113852349467853640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113852349467853640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113852349467853640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113852349467853640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='春节又到来了！'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113799278493908699</id><published>2006-01-23T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:09:41.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><title type='text'>Prayer Requests...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I earnestly seek prayers for my little bro, Jeremy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's in sec one now and he has just shifted back to stay with my parents all the way in Pasir Ris. Recently in school, he has got issues with the teacher and have attempted to jump off from outside his classroom situated on the 4th floor. Apparently, he refused to go for detention (becos he missed remedial class) and began showing signs of anger. He turned over the tables and chairs in class... banged his head against the wall... ran out of the classroom and tried to jump. Thank God the teacher managed to stop him in time and sent him to the school counsellor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time my bro tried to take his life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; He tried to cut his wrist when he was in primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We kinda concluded that he was emotionally unstable when my mom contracted cancer a couple of years ago but we did not take any serious actions. This time around, after a long talk with the school counsellor and the vice-principal, they suggested bringing him in to a psychiatrist at IMH to receive proper treatment. There were talks about asking him to shift back to Bukit Panjang or even transferring school.. but i think my parents are quite persistent in having him stay there. However, i think it's good that he stays in his school because of all the friends that he has already made and that he has a counsellor in his school who understands his problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;He has been attending church with my parents since young. Pray that he'll come to know God in a personal and intimate way.. not just knowledge of HIM but knowing HIM as our Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; He has been staying in Bukit panjang with my grandparents, now that he has shifted back to Pasir Ris with my parents. Pray that he'll be able to cope living in a new environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Pray that he will be able to adjust into the secondary school setting with much ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Pray that he'll be more open to share his problems and his burdens with the people around him... hopefully ultimately he'll turn to God for his problems he face in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Pray that my family will be understanding and to be able support him emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; As he'll be receiving treatment at IMH soon, pray that he will be able to learn to  handle his problems in a proper manner. Also pray that i'll be able to be responsible in bringing his for his appointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust that the Lord has not forsaken us nor forgotten us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand." (John 13:7) Indeed, there may be many unfortunate events in our lives but i've learnt not to question the Lord in times as such. But to trust in the Lord with all my heart and lean not on my own understanding... (Prov 3:5) HE is our sovereign Lord and HE has the best plans for us... I'm fully convinced that HE is in charge now and forever more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might face rejection from men, even from our closest friends, but we'll never be rejected by GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all who have been praying... do continue to pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113799278493908699?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113799278493908699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113799278493908699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113799278493908699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113799278493908699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/01/prayer-requests.html' title='Prayer Requests...'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113768686198108274</id><published>2006-01-19T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:12:42.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Good news!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was back at the hospital again yesterday... more than a year after the accident and half a year after my previous review. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This time, i'm no longer on crutches... no longer looking for my physiotherapist... no longer sitting on the wheelchair provided in the hospital. Hah. The only thing that remains intact is my metal plate. Agrh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;As usual, i waited for nearly 2 hours before i got to see my doctor for 10 mins. But reading seems to help time pass faster... hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;OH YAH. The nurses never seem to get my name correct! Can't believe that... Why must they read my super awful chinese name instead of "Christina"??? They get it wrong like 99% of the time lor. It's super embarrassing... Having my name called out WRONGLY in front of so many people... and normally they'll call out for more than once (louder each time) because i take some time to register that they're calling me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"SO WHAT DID THE DOC SAY?" &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in his funny HK accent... (i'll re-enact the scene.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: Oh hi Christina, how long has it been since i last saw you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Errr. I don't remember. Last year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: Of course it's last year... 2006 just started! Ah. Let me check... (flips through my medical record) It has been 6 months i see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Really? hmm. ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: So how have you been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: Er. How's your leg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: It's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: Any pain or feeling uncomfortable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Nope.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: Alright, so all is okay i see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: Do you want to take out your metal plate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: You mean i can keep it in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: Yup, you can have it for life if you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Er... but can i play sports even if i have the metal plate in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: Sure. (I couldn't stop smiling from this moment on...) But there will be a certain risk... there is a possibility of the your bones breaking above the metal plate if you exert too much on it. (WHAT? I was like super disappointed lah.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: So can i still play sports?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: Yup. But be careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: So i can play sports right?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: Yah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Any sports? Soccer can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Badminton? Basketball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: Yes you can... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Alright. I'll take that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: It seems like your bones are quite weak... it'll be good if you can consume more calcium. You can drink more milk or even take calcium pills...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: So you go back and think about it... whether you want to remove the metal plate or not. But either choice, it won't be so soon because it's still not time yet. You have to keep it with you for another year or so. I won't be around next year so if you want, you can ask another doctor to remove the plate for you. But if you want me to do it, you've to wait till i come back in Sept next year. So you better not break anymore bones in the meantime, i won't be here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Haha. I better be good and wait for you then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: Haha. Ok, any more questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Oh yah. I need an MC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: You have school so late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Yah. I've a test at 6 and it's 5 mins to 6 already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Doc: Aha. How dare you make use of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Hee.. i'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Conclusion after the visit: FINALLY, I CAN OFFICIALLY PLAY SPORTS AGAIN! YEAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113768686198108274?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113768686198108274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113768686198108274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113768686198108274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113768686198108274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-news.html' title='Good news!!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113663994551297282</id><published>2006-01-07T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T21:19:05.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><title type='text'>Back in choir</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yup. I'm officially back in choir... which means no more pool sessions on friday nights... no more jamming after yf... no more staying out late on saturday nights... but it's okay. I'm doing this for God. As much as i will miss doing all the stuff that the youths do together after yf, this is a service which requires a teenie meenie sacrifice. Compared to Christ's sacrifice for us, mine is nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i'm just paranoid, fellowship and service are all important aspects of a christian's life but somehow fellowship does not weigh as important as service. The fact is that i love singing... a lot actually. I can just sing non-stop, regardless of what i'm doing... and if i'm able to glorify God while doing the thing i enjoy a lot, better still! The thing is, i want to serve Him, wherever He place me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i feel a little inadequate or rather, missing out in the youth fellowship... it's not that i miss out on the activites.. i'm not. i do attend YF, i do serve in the music ministry in YF, i do have a "JOY"ous group where i belong to BUT it's only for one day of the week. AND i'm not even spending the time that i should. Most of the time i just come, sometimes sing, then off for choir practice i go. I want to just stay around with them, catch up with what happened throughout the long week etc. or at least have a nice dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER. I'm trusting that He has the best plan for me and it's all in His hands. All i have to do is stop worrying and trust in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113663994551297282?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113663994551297282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113663994551297282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113663994551297282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113663994551297282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-in-choir.html' title='Back in choir'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113636847181499450</id><published>2006-01-01T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:01:00.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It's a new year again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Time to rethink stuff and to think about new resolutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113636847181499450?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113636847181499450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113636847181499450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113636847181499450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113636847181499450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113601535199353459</id><published>2005-12-31T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:50:17.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>EOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This year passed by really quickly... of course it doesn't help when i was stuck at home for the first half of the year. It seems that i was only 18 for half a year. Thought i would wreck havoc and do everything i wasn't allowed to do when i'm legally 18 but it doesn't really make any difference. I don't smoke, drink or have the ability to go learn driving... probably the ONLY difference is that i can watch M18 legally - which is stupid because i can watch R21 films in class. Actually apart of thinking of all the things i CAN do... maybe i should think of the things i SHOULD do. I'm no longer a kid as much as i want to be one. Time to grow up and do the things i should do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Looking back at 2005, i would say that it was quite an eventful year... although i was immobilised at home for the first half of the year, it was a time where i had time all to myself... doing many different stuff, learning new lessons each day. It was also then when i could so feel the warmth, care and concern from people... coming down so often to accompany me... spending their precious time with me. THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;As much as i hate being stuck at home... it was also because of that that i was able to go to thailand for the mission trip in june! Ok... i'm not going to start talking about mission trip at this point if not this would be a super duper ultra extra long post. HAH. So... yah. God has taught me a lot of precious lessons during the trip... made new friends and got to know 'old' friends better during the trip too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lots more to say... maybe a little later. Gonna go out now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113601535199353459?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113601535199353459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113601535199353459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113601535199353459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113601535199353459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/12/eoy.html' title='EOY'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113597094008337640</id><published>2005-12-31T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T03:32:53.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Random Shots Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm taking photography this semester... It's one of the more 'relax' module i would say. Can take picture as and when you like - before the deadline that is. As much as i like the subject, the cost is rather overwhelming siah. Film, processing etc... all these cost money. All because i'm using a SLR. Every picture i take, i've to consider whether it's worth it or not. It's so different from using a digital camera where you can just take as much as you want and simply delete the unwanted ones away later... if you have taken a bad shot, you'll know it straight away and can take another one immediately... you can also transfer what you have taken directly into your computer... no processing = no payment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as i'm complaining.. SLR is still the best. Once you've used an SLR, a digital camera is like nothing lah. The digital camera becomes a .... gadget you use for leisure, for fun. No serious stuff... it's just not as good. No control over shutter speed, aperture, lens choice, focus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's when the digital SLR comes onto the stage! You can have the best of both worlds! I'm so going to get a digital SLR for myself when i start earning money... haha. Alright, before i can actually do that, here are some pictures i took using a Nikon F55...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 370px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/F1000035.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling myself that i'll be a wedding photographer if i can't make it in the film industry lah. It's so cool. I think that women are the prettiest when they are brides. Blessedness, joy, love are all written on their faces... heh. I took 2 pretty pretty pictures of the couple that day... BUT the santuary was not giving me enough light so i had to lower the shutter speed. BAD MOVE. I managed to hold my breath but i forgot that the couple was walking when i was taking the picture... their faces are all blurred. If not, it would have been perfect shots man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 370px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/6096c186.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The botak tree outside blk 52/53... I was supposed to take silhouette. I quite like taking silhouette leh... there's this sense of mystery. You see it yet you don't see it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 370px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/6c021a48.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree outside shell station. When i first saw the picture, i thought it looks like a fake tree. hah. Anyways, i used a wide lens and went super near the tree... so there's a distortion at the bottom of the tree and at the same time, there's room for the branches and leaves. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 223px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/f2d4e4f7.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cab to school.. wanted to take the reflection of the taxi driver through the rear mirror. But he saw me take my camera out and before i could do anything, he started a conversation about the media industry. He started by saying how bright my future is... how many job opportunities i'll have when i graduated... to how much money i'll earn... to how i cannot forget him when i make it big one day... HAHA. I can't even remember how he looks like. Took a super fast shot when he was not looking... thought it'd turn out blur but apparently not. heh. But this isn't the effect i wanted... oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 370px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/a190bb0c.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect example of a vital moment. Just as the sun shone from behind the church building... teehee. I quite like this picture actually. It's a half silhouette... The framing of main object in the centre is like signifying the church as the main body. The cross in the middle of the building represent Jesus Christ, who died on the cross to redeem the sins of all man, as the centre of Christians' lives. The sunlight signifies Christ and His followers being light of the world. Hmmm. I just came up with this from the top of my head lah... do discuss with me if you think there's something wrong. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/acee1af9.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't remember taking this picture lor.... or rather i don't remember taking such a nice picture of h. bleah. Colour is good and her expression is perfecto! The subject is very clear also... we can see that she's leaning on to someone but we can't really see who (though i think most of us know it's grace). Well, you get my point..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113597094008337640?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113597094008337640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113597094008337640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113597094008337640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113597094008337640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/12/random-shots-part-iii.html' title='Random Shots Part III'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113544277346882316</id><published>2005-12-25T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T00:46:13.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><title type='text'>Blessed Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm at home alone now... such a weird feeling. heh. I've always spent my Christmas in my granny's house with everyone... Counting down together with my cousins.. singing with the carollers that would make their way to granny's house in the middle of the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is the first Christmas I'm not spending with them... first Christmas I'm spending in Glory... first Christmas I'm counting down alone at home... first time I attended the Christmas concert in Glory... first Christmas I haven't gone to Orchard road to admire the lightings and decorations... first time I'm blogging on Christmas night... first time I'm not going to any parties... It's different and feels like something's amiss. Like it's not Christmas at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But what IS Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is it just turkey, ham, roast beef, wine, Christmas carols, parties, stayovers, count downs etc.? I don't have all of the above but I'm still enjoying every bit of this special occasion. A quiet and peaceful night gives me time to reflect and ponder on the true meaning of Christmas... how Jesus was born this night more than 2000 years ago... how a Saviour was born into this lost world... how our Messiah was born in a lowly manger. All because of God's amazing grace to redeem us of our sins.... to save us that we may have eternal life through the Son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Last Christmas, at this time, I was still in the hospital... spending Christmas' eve all by myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was really depressing man... It was like... what a place to spend this occasion. Thank God Karen came to spend some time with me before the clock struck twelve... But I was thinking of all the places I should be at... having a gathering at h's house with the rest of the people I enjoy being with... should have gone to church for the concert.... should have sung as part of the choir in the concert... should have gone carolling for the very first time of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Should have this. Should have that. Should haves... I'm starting to find this phrase really redundant and useless. What's already done cannot be undone. Whatever had happened happen for a reason. What's the point of saying "should have"? Instead of looking, wondering at what "should have" happened... we should make use of what we have, what we are given and make the best out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yes, I should have done this and that tonight. But now, I'm just gonna make use of this time to quieten my heart and reflect... since I'm given the time and the peace! hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;That is so unlike me.. but I'm liking the change. Having a truly blessed Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pray that you'll have a blessed Christmas too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113544277346882316?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113544277346882316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113544277346882316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113544277346882316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113544277346882316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/12/blessed-christmas.html' title='Blessed Christmas'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113507305546367657</id><published>2005-12-20T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:04:15.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Oops i did it again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's been a long time since I updated my blog... I'm not here to evalute why and how. Anyways I'm going to update this very moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I injured my hand during YF camp 2005.. I know this is the N times I've injured myself BUT hey... I don't want it to happen either. It's so not fun can. So many things I can't do... all the things that I enjoyed doing very much... except sleeping and eating I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Everything happened so suddenly... we were all playing tug of war in camp and my group - JOHN was on a winning strike. I was ready to give my all to win that for my team... Out of determination to win, I twined the rope around my hand and competed against the last team in the finals. I did that too in previous matches and it worked well... that caused us to win. The last team was really strong siah.. we had an advantage initially and josh who is a pessimist said, "we're winning!" I was really pulling the rope with all my might but something very unfortunate happened... somehow someone in my team lost his foothold and we were pulled forward by a little. It was then when we were losing... and hey. rememeber I twined the rope around my hand? It was pulled along with the rope forward when we lost... I thought I was going to lose my hand at that point of time man. Then I took off my gloves and see my red and swollen hand. It was so painful that I don't feel much pain.. so ironic. It was just beyond... agrh. don't how to say. People who know me will know that my threshold of pain is quite low... I would scream and cry when i'm hurt... I just can't tahan pain. But this time, weirdly, I didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I thought it was okay so I didn't ask for help immediately... after that I playfully showed someone my 'pig trotters' and then i was called to receive medical attention... hah. They had no ice so they gave me cold milo to cool it... got to drink it after that! : )  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I seriously thought it was just a sprain... at least because it wasn't as painful when i broke my ankle... then i went on to play the games (supreme captainball, extreme foosball and operation: beseige) with JOHN. Yes, i know i shouldn't do this... I'm sooooo going to be nagged at. However, I really need to be there for my team. My team is one with very low self-efficacy. They need to be pushed and encouraged constantly. It was just the first day... I can't leave them on their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And so... it was swollen for the next few days... sometimes it gets better, sometimes worse. By evening on that very day, bruises started surfacing... then it was bandaged up. Next morning, my fingers were... brownish, greenish and purplish. EEEEK. and i had to go to school for audio test... thank God, my lecturer gave me extra time to set up the equipments! hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;On the 3rd day, we had to go out for amazing race.. so it was no bandage and no sling... managed to survive the whole thing! woohoo. (will update about the exciting camp in a separate entry... quite confusing. I shall just concentrate on my hand here...) When we went back to YISS, viv put me in a sling... it's kinda funny cos the sling is all the way up as it's holding my hand up on my shoulders.. but it helped. It was less swollen at the end of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;On that very night, with my less-swollen hand, we played ultimate frisbee!!! It was super fun siah. I cooped well with my other hand. (thank God i hurt my left hand, not my right!) I'm so tempted to say what happened on the last night... but i hafta save it for the camp entry!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alright, and so i survived so many days without seeing the doc... don't ask me why. BUT anyhoosies, i finally went to see the doc after so many ppl started calling me up and asking me to go see the doc... scaring me with the gangrene stuff and about losing my whole hand! Ok lah, i was very worried at that point of time. Can't imagine myself with one hand. eeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;SO WHAT DID THE DOC SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;She suspects that there are no broken bones but can't be 100% sure... At least she didn't feel any of my bones shifting around but there's a possiibilty that there might be a hairline fracture or something along that line... After examining the bruises, she concluded that it's caused by busted soft tissues/cells after my hand was squeezed by the rope. Then i asked her about the bruises at my fingers joints... (it's kinda scary.. the joints are brown and the other side of the fingers are green). She said it's because there's serious internal bleeding and it apparently affected several places... wrist, plam, fingers etc. Advised me to elevate my hand in a sling for these few days... and if the swelling doesn't subside within these few days, i'll have to go for an x-ray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Really hope that it won't be anything too serious... I want my Christmas this year! can't miss 2 Christmases in a row!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do pray for me... thank you all who have been praying for me, asking after me, caring for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113507305546367657?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113507305546367657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113507305546367657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113507305546367657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113507305546367657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/12/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops i did it again...'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113296822442155987</id><published>2005-11-26T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T09:32:12.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Baby Liyi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 262px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011225.jpg" width="612" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Hi everyone! My name is Liyi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 169px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011226.jpg" width="612" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"As you can see, I've very BIG eyes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 169px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011228.jpg" width="612" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Did anyone call me? I thought I heard my name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 169px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011229.jpg" width="612" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Oh. You were just playing with me... Don't look at you leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 169px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011230.jpg" width="612" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hat's exciting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How come sometimes can see your face, sometimes cannot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 169px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011231.jpg" width="612" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Wah... You mean a monkey look like that? That's scary..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 169px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011232.jpg" width="612" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"But it's quite funny when your tongue sticks out like that!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 169px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011234.jpg" width="612" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Heehee... I like..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 169px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011236.jpg" width="612" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"But something's wrong... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;why is this jie jie always pointing this thing at me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 169px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011241.jpg" width="612" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"MUMMMMMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&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/12253540-113296822442155987?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113296822442155987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113296822442155987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113296822442155987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113296822442155987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/11/baby-liyi.html' title='Baby Liyi'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113259841046134103</id><published>2005-11-22T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T02:40:10.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>finally... yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm cranky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm done!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yeah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Journal One done. more to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113259841046134103?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113259841046134103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113259841046134103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113259841046134103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113259841046134103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally-yeah.html' title='finally... yeah!'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113215907946424616</id><published>2005-11-17T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T00:37:59.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>AGRH!!!</title><content type='html'>has blogging lost its meaning? it has become a chore to update recently. sigh. i'm either too busy, too tired or simply having nothing to blog about... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life now revolves around school... nothing else but school. does that explain why i've nothing to blog about? agrh. SCHOOL, SCHOOL, SCHOOL. it hasn't been great i must say... but well. what do i know? 3rd week into new semester, assignments and projects are already piling up... i'm still not in it yet. i'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is screwing up... i'm part of that everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i can sleep and never wake up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113215907946424616?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113215907946424616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113215907946424616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;When everything seems lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Such times I feel I just can't go on anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I remind myself of Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He who can take away my cares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Jesus, thanks for the faith I now have in You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Now I sing about Your &lt;strong&gt;grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I sing about Your &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I sing about the wonderful things You have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I sing about my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The life that You paid the price for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I sing about the faith I now have in You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You have been faithful in all of Your ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though we may not understand why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We go through life this way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;But we know what it's like to be by Your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Teach us Lord, to be like You, to be so faithful and true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that on my own I cannot stand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;But when I worship Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;He fills me with a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Of the love He has for me now and forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For this I trust Him Lord of all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I thank You for Your grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I thank You for Your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I thank You for the wonderful things You have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I thank You for my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The life that You paid the price for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I thank You for the faith I now have in You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have been faithful in all of Your ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Though we may not understand why&lt;br /&gt;We go through life this way&lt;br /&gt;But we know what it's like to be by Your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teach us Lord, to be like You, to be so faithful and true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113206930239597847?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113206930239597847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113206930239597847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113206930239597847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113206930239597847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/11/whenever-i-feel-downwhen-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113180481437257167</id><published>2005-11-12T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T22:13:34.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>SOOOOO lucky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was having lunch with a. jaey at the market... we were talking... eating... drinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ALL OF A SUDDEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I felt something on my head... I tried to flick it away... WOOOO. Bad move. It was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRD'S DROPPINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wah lau. Of all places... Of all people... Of all parts of my body... My hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ran down to the toilet and washed my hair... Eeeeek. My "hatest" animal doing one of the most disgusting act. YUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113180481437257167?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113180481437257167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113180481437257167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113180481437257167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113180481437257167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/11/sooooo-lucky.html' title='SOOOOO lucky.'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113163393196072578</id><published>2005-11-10T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:45:31.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>IT'S STRANGE ISN'T IT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My best friend sent me this via email... worth a read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Isn't it strange how a 20 dollar bill seems like such a large amount when you donate it to church, but such a small amount when you go shopping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Isn't it strange how 2 hours seem so long when you're at church, and how short they seem when you're watching a good movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. Isn't it strange that you can't find a word to say when you're praying, but you have no trouble thinking what to talk about with a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. Isn't it strange how difficult and boring it is to read one chapter of the Bible, but how easy it is to read 100 pages ofa popular novel or ZANE GREY book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;5. Isn't it strange how everyone wants front-row-tickets to concerts or games, but they do whatever is possible to sit at the lastrow in Church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;6. Isn't it strange how we need to know about an event for Church 2-3 weeks before the day so we can include it in our agenda, but we can adjust it for other events at the last minute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;7. Isn't it strange how difficult it is to learn a fact about God to share it with others, but how easy it is to learn, understand, extend and repeat gossip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;8. Isn't it strange how we believe everything that magazines and newspapers say, but we question the words in the Bible? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;9. Isn't it strange how everyone wants a place in heaven, but they don't want to believe, do, or say Anything to get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;10. Isn't it strange how we send jokes in e-mails and they are forwarded right away, but when we are going to send messages about God, we think about it twice before we share it with others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;IT'S STRANGE ISN'T IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113163393196072578?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113163393196072578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113163393196072578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113163393196072578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113163393196072578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-strange-isnt-it.html' title='IT&apos;S STRANGE ISN&apos;T IT?'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113155069662473257</id><published>2005-11-09T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T23:41:55.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>Cultural Shock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Are you in year one or year two now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Errr. Tough question. I don't know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That has been the typical conversation with my lecturer in school this week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So many times, I feel lost and out of place... I'm neither here nor there now. I don't know anyone in class except my lecturer. That is a really bad feeling. I hate being alone. Classmates from the previous semester were great... I was glad that I managed to settle in with much ease. BUT NOW. A whole new class... and they are not as opened/friendly as my previous class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Am I experiencing a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cultural shock&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I learnt this in CUCOM tutorial this afternoon... It is not just something one will experience when one goes overseas, you can experience cultural shock here too. Judging from what I learnt today... I might be. But anyhow, I also learnt that one will experience cultural shock in stages... and it's often in a form of a 'W' so it'll get better at the end of it all! I sure pray it'll get better real soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cultural Shock myth: Cultural shocks DON'T come as a shock. As in not the "Oh! I'm shocked" kind. You won't even know you're experiencing it most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Always feel drained at the end of the day... My revised timetable is pure madness. (&lt;em&gt;compared to last semester - ECE students don't come show me your TT. It's just different&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MONDAY: 8-6pm (Lecture day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TUESDAY: 9-4pm (Tutorial day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WEDNESDAY: 1-5pm (IS day) &lt;em&gt;by the way, it's 4 hours straight of CUCOM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THURSDAY: 9-4pm (Workshop day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FRIDAY: 9-12pm (CG day) &lt;em&gt;This break comes a little too late, it's end of the week anyway! Ugh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is only the second week of school but it feels like I'm two months into this already. Today is only wednesday but I feel as though I've fought a battle. Time seems to be crawling again. No. This only happens on weekdays... Time seems to be sprinting on weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ok. I think I'm really experiencing a cultural shock. But KNOW WHAT? One of the ways to overcome it is to tell others about it: blog about it or write others an email. That's exactly what I'm doing... Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alrighty, I'm sleepy...needa go sleep soon. BUT I'm suppose to do Social Psychology Journal One! ARRRRRRGH. BUT I can barely see what I'm typing now! BUT I'm supposed to do writcom wow assignment! BUT I have school at 9 tomorrow! NO BUTS. I've a battle to fight tomorrow again. I need to replenish enough to last the whole day. I haven't felt tired at this time for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113155069662473257?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113155069662473257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113155069662473257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113155069662473257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113155069662473257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/11/cultural-shock.html' title='Cultural Shock'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113118777152339219</id><published>2005-11-05T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T18:51:52.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>Study, study and study...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm STUDYING. What a revelation. I'm the sort who will study at the very last minute before tests or exams... but now, there's only a quiz due next week. I can't believe I'm studying for it NOW! I've been studying since noon (not long after I woke up...). But this feels good man. To be doing something instead of slacking my time away... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Topic: Intercultural Communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cultural Definition - "... the collective programming of the mind which distinguishes the members of one group from another." Geert Hofstede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Culture hides more than it reveals and strangely enough what it hides, it hides most effectively from its participants"&lt;/span&gt; Edward Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;5 characteristics of all culturals - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1) Cultural is not innate, it is learnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2) It is transmitted from generation to generation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3) Culture is based on symbols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4) Culture is subject to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;5) Culture is ethnocentric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And it goes on and on... there are so many things that I need to cover by next wednesday! But I'm loving it. Never thought that intercultural communication is so exciting and interesting... I'm seeing how I can apply this in future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113118777152339219?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113118777152339219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113118777152339219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113118777152339219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113118777152339219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/11/study-study-and-study.html' title='Study, study and study...'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113086469573957390</id><published>2005-11-02T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T01:04:55.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Totally RANDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm tired. In any way you can think of... physically. mentally. spiritually. whatever. I'm just tired. (I forsee a super random ranting session here... BEWARE. Read at your own risk.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll understand when I grow up. HAH. I thought that only existed in the movies. Didn't know that applies even in this day... I don't know what will become of me when I do grow up. Will I be faithful or astrayed? healthy or sickly? famous or unknown? rich or poor? contented or depressed? I don't know. No one will do until the time is here except Him... I've plans. But His plans are higher than my plans. That's a fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't understand. Sometimes I just can't. No matter how hard I try... Why can't I do this? Why can't I do that? What's wrong with me saying this? What's wrong with me doing that? WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm always doing foolish stuff. Stupid stuff like running after someone and getting myself injured. I caused my life to stop for half a year. Screwing up my 18. Leaving a BIG mess in school. How much more stupid can I get? Felt like I stopped living in this world for a few months. All this felt like a nightmare. Only worse. At least I could wake up from a nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;School has just started and it sucked already. A whole new set of classmates. AGAIN. When will this end? Guess it will never. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need strength and courage. God, help me. Assure me that this mess in my life happened for a reason and I just have to trust You and follow You day by day. It's no use complaining or grumbling. I'll just make my own life more miserable. Lord, You know me best. Better than I know myself. Thank You for this assurance. Only with Your strength that I can do all these. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I what I'm supposed to be?&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/12253540-113086469573957390?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113086469573957390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113086469573957390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113086469573957390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113086469573957390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/11/totally-random.html' title='Totally RANDOM'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-113013690596919635</id><published>2005-10-24T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T15:02:17.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><title type='text'>SS Music Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yesterday is gone. Music Sunday is over. Can't help but feel a little relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty stressful morning... having to wake up early didn't really help - had barely 3 hours of sleep... Was busy adding in the subtitles to "Copi-o Gau No Enough" because of the headachy audio... Then I had to run to church (not all the way of cos...) because I was running late. Oh well. Managed to reach right before praise and worship segment that Em led ended. Maybe I shouldn't have ran so fast... The screening was rather good I thought. Not sure if the audience understood the cinematography but... it doesn't really matter, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to meet for the final preparations for Music Sunday. Ran through everything one last time and we were good to go. My voice sounded weird. Couldn't reach the high notes as well. Cause: lack of sleep + didn't warm up during service + "pris" 'n' chips after-effects? AGRH. Thank God I had Joan and Beni to back me up in praise and worship and our song item respectively. I was super nervous can. Butterflies in my stomach. TOO MANY PPL. Plus that was supposed to be evaluation after the workshop with j... Gosh. Half way through the whole thing I felt like I needed to go to the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I was very pleased with the band's performance (as in 表现-biao xian, NOT 表演-biao yan), they were great. And I think the whole programme went on rather smoothly EXCEPT for the closing song. I'm soooo sorry. It's my fault. My mind blanked out for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing was over, many came to encourage me, sang praises and thank me. I so do not deserve all these. It's the Lord's doing. I didn't do anything. I only made a blunder in the closing song. (-__-") Anyhow, I'm super thankful to them for always encouraging and appreciating. It feels great leading His people to sing prasies to Him in one voice. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM. Had headache and puked again. Think it happens pretty often. Is it normal? Maybe I have a tumour in my brain... I won't be surprised if I really do. Think I'm getting more idiotic each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-113013690596919635?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/113013690596919635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=113013690596919635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113013690596919635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/113013690596919635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/10/ss-music-sunday.html' title='SS Music Sunday'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112972634960350045</id><published>2005-10-19T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:52:29.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>Kitty Invasion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;One and a half more hours before I can finally leave this place...&lt;br /&gt;Bro came visit in the afternoon... at least there's someone here to keep me company for a few hours. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got another visitor now... a petite but really violent one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A LOST KITTEN.&lt;/strong&gt; This setting did not make the situation better. Thousands of people walking to and fro... pop songs blasting away at the DJ station... the faulty photo-printing machine at the other corner that kept saying "select option... select option... select option... select option..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Little kitty came running in front of my stall, scaring screaming women in short skirts and heels. Dashing in the speed of light, a rodent I thought it was. It longs to go back to where it came from. This place is not meant for a kitten. It does not belong here. Running round and round the gigantic fountain umpteen times, it still can't find its way out this enormous mall. All it sees is glass doors that surrounds... keeping it from going out into the world. Frantically searching for a way out but it sees no open door. Or rather it didn't even know where the open door is. Someone tries to help and bring it out but it struggles to break free, hurting the guy in the end. His hand is now covered with blood, the ground is blood-stained. The lost kitten is now hiding in a corner beside my stall, meowing away. Several times, people come and offer to help but it scares them away with a "roar". I feel helpless everytime it meows.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEY KITTY. I CAN'T HELP YOU WHEN YOU REFUSE TO BE HELPED. SORRY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;There is a puddle of walking under the cat. It peed. It's trembling in fear. I spoke to it in all the languages I could think of asking it to leave by the exit right on the other side of my stall. I even tried meowing to it. It's no use. It won't listen or shall I just assume that it doesn't understand... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know I'm a little impossible to be able to connect this two issues together BUT well, this kitten's situation is like that of a backslided christian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Somehow, christians who have backslided are like the kitten... this mall is like the ways of this world, the sinful human nature... the world outside is where we will be with God and have an intimate relationship with Him... the people helping it are like people like our mentors, pastors, teachers or even God Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They long to go back to where they once were... close to God, sharing a relationship with Him, being at the center of His will. Like how this kitten is longing to go back outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, they live their lives not knowing where they're heading... they know they are seeking for something that's missing in their lives. But where exactly is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when people want to help and guide them, they just shoo them away in arrogance. Screaming a lie out loud, "Don't touch me! Leave me alone! I'm not lost!" There are times when they hurt the people who want to help them as well and soon, no one would bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They constantly seek for that "open door" when it's actually wide open. Why do they fail to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, they hide in that corner and lament on why they can't go back to their first love. They run away when confronted, and just refuses to be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continued...&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/12253540-112972634960350045?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112972634960350045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112972634960350045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112972634960350045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112972634960350045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/10/kitty-invasion.html' title='Kitty Invasion!'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112940142863315804</id><published>2005-10-16T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T02:37:08.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>No update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;LAZINESS IS THE CAUSE OF IT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyhoosies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yesterday was the recording day for "Copi-o Gau No Enough". It went on pretty well, with a proper script I wrote over a few days... having good actors helped quite a fair bit too. Thank God we managed to work out the schedules so that we can finish it all within that few hours before YF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We shot in the market... we were so blessed for having no lunch crowd when we were there! wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyhoosies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Those who go to the market quite often with me will know that there's this cleaning lady I'm super afraid of... She is like having PMS everyday lah. Super "buay song" when she works... After my first bad encounter with her, I would try to avoid her whenever I go to the market... I wouldn't want to cross her path man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Still remember there was once when I asked her to clear and clean the table for us, she came with that "black" face and very unwillingly cleared the table then she swept some dunno-what on me! She should be thankful I'm not the kind of person who will kick up a big fuss... if not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;On another occasion, I was sitting at the table waiting for the others to come back after ordering their food... then when I got out of my seat to go and place my order, she was clearing the table right behind me! There wasn't much space between the seats with 2 people standing there so I waited. After a while, I concluded that she will not finish clearing the table as fast as I make my way through... so I walked sideways and I was already on my way out. She just had to turn around at this point of time! gosh. I stepped right onto a land mine! Nearly banged into her... and she was scolding me without words. Hmmm. I can tell she's scolding me even though there weren't any specific words of condemnation. *Speaking from experience*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;That's it. After that, whenever I go to the market, I will look out for her... just to make sure I won't get in her way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;However.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;After some time, we came to a conclusion that she is deaf and she can't speak. No wonder. Alright. My suspicion has been proven true. I saw her when she was off-duty. She looks happier than when she is not working. Her colleagues were trying to speak to her by inventing new signs that all will understand. I wished I could talk to her. I wished she wasn't so fierce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;On that very same day when we had some problems with the drink stall uncle because of some ridiculous misunderstanding, she was the one who was told to come and clear our tables. It just had to be her. After clearing our cups away, she kinda signalled to us that the man want us to leave... it was then when I finally plucked up my courage to sign to her. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I just needed that platform for that first conversation to take place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyhoosies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I saw her again when we were shooting... She was coming to clear our table and I signed a simple "Thank you" to her. All of a sudden, she smiled and 'said', "AH, you were the one talking to me the other day! No wonder you look so familiar!" Then she asked how i know sign language... before I realised, we were engaging in a conversation! She was asking what we were doing... what it's for... I was really glad that I managed to talk to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I look forward to seeing her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I pray that one day I would able to testify to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112940142863315804?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112940142863315804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112940142863315804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112940142863315804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112940142863315804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-update.html' title='No update.'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112893512675339858</id><published>2005-10-10T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T17:05:26.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>hiccups</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Definition&lt;em&gt; - "A spasm of the diaphragm resulting in a rapid, involuntary inhalation that is stopped by the sudden closure of the glottis and accompanied by a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sharp, distinctive sound&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think I'm scaring my customers away. Not that they are any in the first place. Dang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;There are numerous wireless internet access here where I work! wooohooo. Tapping from N-Y-D-C... It ease my pain a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*hiccups*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112893512675339858?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112893512675339858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112893512675339858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112893512675339858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112893512675339858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/10/hiccups.html' title='hiccups'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112871348843677054</id><published>2005-10-08T03:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T03:58:52.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHAT AM I DOING AT THIS HOUR OF THE DAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I CAN'T sleep!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm at it again. Once in a while, I will feel like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I WANT TO PLAY SPORTS!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think I will lose touch in all those sports I used to play... or even lose all ball sense that I was once proud of. &lt;em&gt;Like how I can't play pool anymore now...&lt;/em&gt; Can't imagine what it would be like when I finally get to play badminton or tennis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AAAAGRRRRRRRH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soccer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Badminton.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tennis.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Touch Rubgy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Volleyball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Table Tennis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Captain Ball.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Squash.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inline Skating.&lt;/span&gt; Floorball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Netball.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ultimate Frisbee.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Basketball.&lt;/span&gt; Softball. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What if one day I lose my voice? Can't speak nor sing? Wouldn't I be MORE miserable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. I should shut my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"STOP Complaining!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I want to believe that ALL that happened happen for a purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;God's purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112871348843677054?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112871348843677054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112871348843677054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112871348843677054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112871348843677054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-am-i-doing-at-this-hour-of-day-i_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112870530887042409</id><published>2005-10-08T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T01:17:02.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Semi Colon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's dysfunctional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it just refuses to be pressed. Maybe hafta send it to somewhere to have it fixed. Sigh. Could there be a dead bug there that's blocking the key??? Eeeew... Shouldn't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey... Thank God it isn't some key I needa use often - like some letters or the numbers or even ENTER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112870530887042409?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112870530887042409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112870530887042409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112870530887042409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112870530887042409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/10/semi-colon.html' title='Semi Colon'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112861830056731313</id><published>2005-10-07T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T01:16:35.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;more than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people. they walk past my stall everyday. so what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;128&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pages. i had time to finish one entire comic book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dollars. who would buy???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; potential customers. of which one is from STB... hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; direction seekers. it's confirmed. i look like a directory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hours. boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pamplets. take and go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; times. the cleaner came to clear the dustbin beside my stall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; inches. subway dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; celebrities. adrian pang, xiang yun, "ruan mian mian" and 2 other extras... can't even remember their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; p.m. first auntie anne went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pretzels. free! almond, raisin and cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the price of 1. NZ ice cream from 12.30pm-2.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; visitor. candice. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; m-e-r-l-i-o-n sold. what's new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112861830056731313?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112861830056731313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112861830056731313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112861830056731313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112861830056731313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/10/counting.html' title='counting...'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112861517510656302</id><published>2005-10-06T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T02:08:48.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>The Moment of Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Viola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Art and Design: AD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Individual and the Community: A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Creativity and Applied Thinking Skills: AD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Audio Technology: F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Studio Production: B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Introduction to Film: B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Shucks. Failed Audio. Hafta retake next sem. sigh. I've no more time to waste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2 distinctions. I wouldn't have been able to achieve this with my own strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You Father.&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/12253540-112861517510656302?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112861517510656302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112861517510656302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112861517510656302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112861517510656302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/10/moment-of-truth.html' title='The Moment of Truth'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112853442690013750</id><published>2005-10-05T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T01:49:19.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>Boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;How boring can it get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super duper bored can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 11 hours doing practically... NOTHING. Almost felt asleep while tending the shop... agrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be the most boring part-time job anyone can get. And I got it. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever find joy in this job? The only thing I look forward to now are the free pretzels I get after a long day's work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another long day awaits. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pretzels, wait for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112853442690013750?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112853442690013750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112853442690013750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112853442690013750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112853442690013750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/10/boredom.html' title='Boredom.'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112836010163892248</id><published>2005-10-04T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T01:21:41.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Supper anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was already preparing to sleep... then I smelt something burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiosity, I went to the kitchen to take a peep. Thinking there might be supper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011199.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/50dollars.png" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My GGGrandma's frying her money she picked up from the washing machine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Something's wrong with her lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;She'll be going over to her daughter's house to stay for a couple of days... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Short break away from her. again. YEAH. No more money for supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112836010163892248?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112836010163892248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112836010163892248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112836010163892248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112836010163892248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/10/supper-anyone.html' title='Supper anyone?'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112835866759657347</id><published>2005-10-03T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T01:01:53.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>first day of work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was having monday blues when I woke up in the morning... was still feeling a little sick but I had to go anyway. sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011190.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm selling the M-e-r-l-i-o-n-3-8 at suntec city. Crap. Can't believe I'm doing this. You can come and look for me if you're find your life too interesting... It'll definitely bore you to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011188.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was lost when I went to work this morning... hah. Stupid siah. Cos 700A only operate in the evening on weekdays... and 700 doesn't bring me to the convention centre. My attempt of trying to get me there with minimum walking distance failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sold my first M-e-r-l-i-o-n-3-8 in the first 2 hours of work... to an American. I didn't spend a long time persuading actually... I just played him a song and he was like.. "Awesome! I'll get one." He didn't even frown when I told him the price. Wooohooo! SOLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My new campanion at work... A-u-n-t-i-e A-n-n-e-'s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011196.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I got free pretzels from her! woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011195.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The pastries are constantly telling me... "Come eat me... come eat me..." *groan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here are my other companions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 140px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011192.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 140px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011193.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 140px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011194.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 140px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011189.jpg" width="612" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think I look like a directory. More people approach me for directions than coming to look at the stuff I'm selling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;One of the more memorable encounter... 3 Thai ladies tried hard to explain to me that they were lost in English... I decided to reply in Thai. They were super surprised and they started going on and on about how they got lost. I helped them called their friend and they finally found each other. *smiles* I felt really good after that. Helping someone with a new language I'm learning... cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;After I sold my first M-e-r-l-i-o-n, time stopped. Each minute is like an hour... Each hour like a day... Finally understand what it means to "du ri ru nian" siah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just came home and I feel sick again. Puked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pretzels and lemonade in the toilet bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112835866759657347?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112835866759657347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112835866759657347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112835866759657347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112835866759657347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-day-of-work.html' title='first day of work'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112809144822766529</id><published>2005-09-30T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T22:46:44.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><title type='text'>The Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I got up early one morning&lt;br /&gt;and rushed right into the day.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;that I didn't have time to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems just tumbled about me&lt;br /&gt;and heavier came each task.&lt;br /&gt;"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered;&lt;br /&gt;He answered, "You didn't ask."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see joy and beauty&lt;br /&gt;but the day toiled on, grey and bleak.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered why God didn't shown me,&lt;br /&gt;He said, "But you didn't seek."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to come into God's presence,&lt;br /&gt;I used all my keys at the lock.&lt;br /&gt;God gently and lovingly chided&lt;br /&gt;"My child, you didn't knock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke early this morning&lt;br /&gt;and paused before entering the day.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;that I had to take time to pray.&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/12253540-112809144822766529?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112809144822766529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112809144822766529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112809144822766529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112809144822766529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/difference_30.html' title='The Difference'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112792766274643274</id><published>2005-09-29T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T01:37:18.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dearest &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MICHELLE&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011098.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have a blessed birthday yah... You've been the greatest teacher and you probably still are... in another context that is. Hee. Thank you so much. There are just too many things to thank you for seriously... I don't even know where to start! Gee. &lt;strong&gt;Ms Goh!&lt;/strong&gt; hahahah. It's so amazing... Thank you for your care and love... and for never giving up on me. teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyways, hope you like the little something that we put together for you... Those are memories that would hopefully last for a lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh yah. This is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;100th post&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ever since I started blogging... have always thought about what I should blog about when this day arrives. Now you see this... in honour of this very special person. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;M, You're really treasured. Love ya... *aaahhhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shan't go on any longer... hah. Stay tuned for more in your card lah. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112792766274643274?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112792766274643274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112792766274643274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112792766274643274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112792766274643274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday.....'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112792612835717529</id><published>2005-09-28T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T00:48:48.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Random Shots (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1010134.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My favourite photography subject - SKY! (Angie: just in case you wanna tease me, it's NOT that korean guy...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1010940.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It might be the same sky we're looking at everyday, but somehow, it will NEVER be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/suisun-sun-stephanie-crosthwaite-48.jpg" width="612" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I thought I was going to go blind looking straight at the sun... instead I was rewarded by this picture... (Kids out there: I'm not suggesting that you should look straight at the sun like I did ah...) Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1010869.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wheee.... I'm on top of the world! oh.. nah. Just on top of sentosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1010860.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't run away... Errrr. Nice butt by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112792612835717529?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112792612835717529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112792612835717529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112792612835717529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112792612835717529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-shots-part-2.html' title='Random Shots (Part 2)'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112778293853667363</id><published>2005-09-27T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:02:18.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Random Shots (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felt like photo blogging all of a sudden... It's just some random pictures. There's no chronological order or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/jump1.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This jump shot (no, no.. not the kind of jump shots you see in bad movies... this has got absolutely nothing to do with the connections between shots in films!) is my personal favourite amongst the many photos we took in our school's library that day... This is for the sake of our art project - I'm aiming for AD (Distinction) *all smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;p.s. This is the Xth time we jumped... we took a pretty long time to figure out the right time to execute the jump. There's no photographer by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/DSC04659.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The director getting a lil impatient and frustrated... can't remember over what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/DSC04754.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Looking through the viewfinder of the coolest kinda cam... just to make sure that everything is okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/christina002.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is put together by all my classmates in art class in my first semester in NP... Can you guess which is the part I drew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/Pool.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A 9 ball game anyone? Used to play quite often... but not anymore after my injury. The comeback attempt the other day was a total flop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decided that I should take pictures wherever I go...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to start outdoor shooting tomorrow before BS. yooohoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look out for more photos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112778293853667363?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112778293853667363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112778293853667363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112778293853667363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112778293853667363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-shots-part-1.html' title='Random Shots (Part 1)'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112757508366129224</id><published>2005-09-24T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T23:18:03.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><title type='text'>Glory be to God!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Parents' Appreciation Nite went great... really thank God for answering our prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an evening filled with laughter and tears... acting and singing... giving and receiving... appreciating and understanding... thanking and apologising... loving and caring...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was really touched by all the performances that the youths have put up... they have selflessly put in a lot of effort and time into making the whole event a success. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I watched the video... the things that the youths say to the parents... Tears welled up in my eyes. The thing we normally say are so often not the things we really mean... (that's why our group - JOY did an item along that line... "what we really mean"! hah.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When they showed the clip of parents saying words of encouragement to their child(ren)... I was super touched. They might be busy all the time... They might not understand the things we do... They might not approve certain habits of ours... But they truly love us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We do have to reflect. When you say things like... "Tell you, you also won't understand..." Have you actually tried explaining? Most of the time, we don't even give them a chance to understand. When you say things like... "Can you not interfere with my life..." Can you imagine how much it hurts them? They were the ones who gave you life (literally)... who have brought you up and have provided for all your needs... Would you have survived up till this day if not for them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Think again the next time you are tempted to say such things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God was really with us throughout the entire event... He has so graciously guided us and let everything fall into place perfectly. I was so amazed that we ended at 730pm (as scheduled) on the dot. Amen! This wouldn't be possible without Him with us... no matter how man can plan, God is indeed the ultimate planner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through this night, God was teaching me to not worry too much. Normally, I would be sooo stressed with the little details like "who's offing the lights later?"... "can i remember the lines?"... "will i sing out of tune?"... "will i forgot what i'm suppose to do?"... these kind of stuff. I get tummy upset when I'm super stressed. It's not a good feeling... I'll not be able to do what I'm supposed to do well. However, this time round, I committed everything unto Him. I have asked in His name and have received His blessings and my joy is complete. It's in His Word! He promised...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;"Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the LORD your God is giving you." Exodus 20:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tonight might be a special night when we all show appreciation to our parents... but it should NEVER stop here. Every single day should be a parents appreciation day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have you told your dad that you love him lately? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have you told your mom that you really appreciate everything she does for you lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;If not, maybe it's time to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112757508366129224?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112757508366129224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112757508366129224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112757508366129224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112757508366129224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/glory-be-to-god.html' title='Glory be to God!'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112723648986098063</id><published>2005-09-21T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T01:17:07.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who says resolutions must be made in the beginning of a new year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make it right here, right now.&lt;br /&gt;Can't afford to wait till the new year comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - I'm going to sleep before 1am each night.&lt;br /&gt;#2 - I'm going to wake up at 9am every morning to do QT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No compromise this time round.&lt;br /&gt;No excuses.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do it... with the strength of the Lord of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112723648986098063?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112723648986098063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112723648986098063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112723648986098063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112723648986098063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112723403931421285</id><published>2005-09-21T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T00:33:59.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><title type='text'>Mute</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm not a wall. I'll say it again. I'm not a wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;At least I don't throw words back at you like the wall does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, help me to speak with wisdom and knowledge. Help me to speak with love. Help me to speak with mercy. Put Your words in my mouth Lord, that I might speak.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/12253540-112723403931421285?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112723403931421285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112723403931421285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112723403931421285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112723403931421285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/mute.html' title='Mute'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112716357925220878</id><published>2005-09-20T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T05:05:45.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Jesus, Lover of my soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jesus, Lover of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I will never let You go&lt;br /&gt;You've taken me from the miry clay&lt;br /&gt;You set my feet upon the rock&lt;br /&gt;And now I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You, I need You&lt;br /&gt;Though my world may fall, I'll never let You go&lt;br /&gt;My Saviour, My closest Friend&lt;br /&gt;I will worship You until the very end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dearest Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for giving me life that I might enjoy all things.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for being the only one true God.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for making me a new creation.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for being my Father.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for providing me with everything.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for dying for my sins that I might live.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for giving me a heart that longs for You.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for being who You are - The Almighty One.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to give thanks for. I'm just so grateful to You Father.&lt;br /&gt;How can it be that You gave Your life to die for my sake on the cross? I do not deserve this O Lord. Only by Your mercy and Your grace that I can stand here and proclaim Your love for me. Lord, I know I am nothing but a sinner. But Lord, You've given us the priviledge to call You Father; to call upon Your Holy Name. I'm sorry Lord, for not being the salt and light of the world as I ought to be. I'm sorry that I haven't been the obedient child as I ought to be. I'm sorry Father, for not putting You first in my life. I'm sorry for sinning against You. I'm sorry for hurting You. Please forgive me Lord, as I bow before You in reverence and in fear. Please take me back to Your side Lord. Bring me back to that place again, where I may enjoy Your presence each day. And Lord, indeed, my world will fall apart without You. Hold me close to You Lord. My life is in Your Hands Lord; mould me, use me, fill me, lead me, send me, walk beside me. Take my life and let it be - do as You please Lord. I love You. I need You. Yes Father, I will worship You until the very end.&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' Precious Name,&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112716357925220878?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112716357925220878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112716357925220878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112716357925220878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112716357925220878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/jesus-lover-of-my-soul.html' title='Jesus, Lover of my soul'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112705257862799364</id><published>2005-09-18T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:09:38.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>There's a full moon arising...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Didn't know it's mid-autumn festival until I was awoken by the stench of burning incense. It has got to be either the first or the fifteen day of the month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Every year, on this day... me and my sec sch best friend will meet and play candles and sparkles together. Childish it may seems but we really enjoy doing it. It's fun playing with fire legally outside. Hah. Then we'll just talk till... hmm. my godma calls to ask for my whereabouts. It's like a catching-up session for the both of us too. When the moon is 'yuan', we also 'tuan yuan'. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This year's mid-autumn festival seems a lil low-key... I don't see big fancy parties being held at he void-deck... I don't see kids going around with lanterns... I don't see children gathering to play with fire... I don't hear those battery-operated lanterns' irritating high pitched music... All I see is mooncake. Oh yah. and the moon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Know what? In church, we saw the most happening phenomenon. I was searching for the moon the whole night... It just wasn't in sight. Then I saw Sherwood Towers glowing from the breakfast area in the church... I was like.. "Look!" Then all of us turned and we literally saw the full moon rising!!! in like.. 5 mins!!! It's super amazing lor. It's was initially covered by the building, then we could see it rising so quickly until it go right above the building! WOW. Wished I took a picture of it. But it'll be too small anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There's a full moon arising... out of the stormy sea.... oops. sorry. correction: &lt;em&gt;out of the building.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112705257862799364?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112705257862799364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112705257862799364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112705257862799364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112705257862799364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/theres-full-moon-arising.html' title='There&apos;s a full moon arising...'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112705131052019791</id><published>2005-09-18T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T21:48:30.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Loster Attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to sentosa with my doggies yesterday... Woohoo. We spent the whole day at the beach - swimming... floating... running... super fun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toby is super funny lah. He's totally obessed with his soccer ball! I was kicking the ball around on the sand and he was chasing it all around the beach. When I threw the ball in the sea, he simply dived in and went after it. Didn't know he can swim so well now... He's making really good progress.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little bear bear is getting so big... Don't know why his ears are so huge. eeeek. His buttocks quite big too. agrhhhh. Not as cute as before already. He's got this weird habit... he loves 'eating' sand. He'll start digging a hole with his mouth in the sand and bury his head in there! weirdo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After all playing with them... I felt super hot siah. Only to realise that I was burnt when I went to bathe. Gosh. Now it hurts like mad. Feel like my face is cracking when I smile too hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They called me a loster. Oh great.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the worst thing that can be done to a person who is sun-burnt? Hit her on her shoulder. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Beni and Pris.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm concerned. Do dogs get sun-burnt? Hmmm. I pray not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112705131052019791?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112705131052019791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112705131052019791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112705131052019791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112705131052019791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/loster-attack.html' title='Loster Attack!'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112679516272968281</id><published>2005-09-15T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:39:22.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>European Union Decision on Official Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Received this thru email from leon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the EU rather than German which was the other possibility. As part of the negotiations, Her Majesty's Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5 year phase-in plan that would be known as "Euro-English".In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c". Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of the"k". This should klear up konfusion and keyboards kan have 1 less letter. There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year, when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will make words like "fotograf" 20% shorter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be ekspekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible. Governments will enkorage the removal of double letters, which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horible mes of the silent "e"s in the language is disgraseful, and they should go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;By the fourth year, peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" with "z" and "w" with "v". During ze fifz year, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou" and similar changes vud of kors be aplid to ozer kombinations of leters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;After zis fifz yer, ve vil hav a reli sensibl riten styl. Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi to understand ech ozer. Ze drem vil finali kum tru! And zen ve vil tak over ze vorld!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112679516272968281?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112679516272968281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112679516272968281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112679516272968281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112679516272968281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/european-union-decision-on-official.html' title='European Union Decision on Official Language'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112663053751767586</id><published>2005-09-14T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T00:55:37.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><title type='text'>Prayer Requests for the Thai Ministry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Got the following from the bulletin from the 10th Anniversary Celebration... thought it will be good to get everyone praying for these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Praise the LORD for the newly appointed deacons - Wisanu, Witchit, Weekit &amp; Samakee. Pray for them to be good models for the other believers and to serve the LORD and His church faithfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Pray that the Thai Ministry in Glory Presbyterian Church may continue to be the sending base for the missions work in Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Pray for stability of the Thai ministry, that all fellow Singaporean, Thai and Korean co-workers in this ministry will serve and work together harmoniously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Pray for the English teachers to teach the Thai people with love and patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Pray for the Thai believers to witness to other Thai brothers in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Pray that the Lord may provide a suitable full-time pastor for the Thai Ministry in Glory Presbyterian Church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Pray for Rev. Kim and his family to be recharged with His grace and power during their sabbatical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112663053751767586?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112663053751767586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112663053751767586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112663053751767586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112663053751767586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/prayer-requests-for-thai-ministry.html' title='Prayer Requests for the Thai Ministry'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112654472668645869</id><published>2005-09-13T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T01:25:14.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Thunderstorm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/376/548/1600/lightning2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have never seen a thunderstorm like this... Lightning flashes every other 10 secs or so. and it's not those that appears to be &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/376/548/1600/lightning1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;far away. I can feel it so near... can feel the impact that it made on the ground even though i was in a car. I was really terrified. It was so near and strong that every time it strikes, everything turns white. AWWW. It really didn't help when my instructor who was driving said that it reminds him of War of the Worlds. And he claimed he saw one strucking the ground near the car. I pray super hard... that nothing bad will happen. I'm so glad He heard it... if not i won't be blogging about this now. We were on PIE going towards steven road... the traffic going the other way was... er. SUPER HEAVY. All the vehicles weren't moving a single inch. It was like this all the way from woodlands to beyond steven road. Disgusting man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was searching for a lightning picture to put up here when i found this article:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"On average, lightning kills more people per year than tornadoes. Strikes can occur many miles from the base of a thunderstorm, even without rain -- and even with the sun shining! Listening for approaching thunder is a good idea -- unless you are the target of the first flash. You can't dodge a lightning strike; and you will never see or hear the one which hits you. With that in mind, be better prepared. "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112654472668645869?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112654472668645869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112654472668645869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112654472668645869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112654472668645869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/thunderstorm.html' title='Thunderstorm'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112650031564322275</id><published>2005-09-12T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T12:45:15.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it has been one long week since i had time to blog... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday was the ultimate busy day... but it wasn't spread out evenly. was rushing like mad in the morning and in the evening. slacked and watched superstar at j's place... managed to catch some sleep too. oink. sunday school singpiration went on pretty good.. by God's grace... phew. but i kept making lil mistakes with the lyrics here and there... hee. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh yah. when we were taking the lift down at j's place... the lift smelled pretty bad. there's this hamster-like thingie on the floor... candice said it looks like a dead hamster and we were convinced somehow. but then again. it smelled like mushroom.... all of us were holding our breath... squeezing in one corner of the lift. super funny. then i went to take a closer look at the thing that looks like a hamster and smells like mushroom... tada. it's a mushroom. chey....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday's thai ministry 10th anniversary service went pretty well... although there were some problems with the presentation while setting up... agrh. can't work under stress... get stomachaches and i won't be able to think properly. dang. heard the dinner is pretty good... but i didn't get to enjoy it as much as i would want to. only 2 gai tor... sigh. som tom was super spicy siah... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;going to teach the band in a primary school and j's school later on... cool! looking forward to play saxophone!!! woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here are some pictures from the service last night...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011049.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 4 newly elected deacon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1010985.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The speaker, Rev. Dr. Lee with Rev. Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011001.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;English Teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011029.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Han Kook Mission Church Choir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011085.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GPC Combined Choir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1011090.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's great to be part of this celebration... hee. May the Lord continue to bless the Thai ministry as they step into the 10th year and into independence... Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112650031564322275?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112650031564322275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112650031564322275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112650031564322275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112650031564322275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-has-been-one-long-week-since-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112585311331568001</id><published>2005-09-05T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:07:28.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>give me a BREAK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My 2-month semester break starts tomorrow... feeling kinda happy - cos i can sleep till noon and bum around... do anything i want and slack. but on the other hand, i don't want to look forward to it - it's too aimless. it's a pig's life... sleep... eat... sleep... eat... sleep... that's it. gosh. i had my fair share of it... was home bounded for 6 months earlier this year. enough!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, somehow God has a plan for me during this break... come to think of it, there are quite a number of things i have to do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Presentation for Thai Ministry 10th Anniversary &lt;em&gt;(11th Sept)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. &lt;/em&gt;Combined Choir Anthem "Amazing Grace"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in Thai!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(11th Sept)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Sunday School Singpiration &lt;em&gt;(11th Sept)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;4. Parents' Appreciation Nite Group Item &lt;em&gt;(24th Sept)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. SS Music Sunday Special Item &lt;em&gt;(23th Oct)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. SS Music Sunday Singpiration &lt;em&gt;(23th Oct)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;opi &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;au Not Enough" Video Clip &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for Rev. Yap's sermon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(23th Oct)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Agrh! The preparations itself are gonna kill me... Pray for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. anyone interesting in acting in the video clip? need 3-4 actors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112585311331568001?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112585311331568001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112585311331568001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112585311331568001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112585311331568001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/give-me-break.html' title='give me a BREAK!'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112559274958298321</id><published>2005-09-02T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:48:06.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><title type='text'>the band.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;we are the band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1010832.jpg" width="612" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I sing... although I can't sing for nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1010925.jpg" width="612" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Natx.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Our guitarist who's crazy about planes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1010929.jpg" width="612" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Benitata.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Our pianist gone mad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1010924.jpg" width="612" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Our drummer with the blur attitude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; HEIGHT: 149px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/P1010927.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aaron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Our bassist who acts 'ah mah'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Look out for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Glory Presbyterian Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sunday School Music Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112559274958298321?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112559274958298321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112559274958298321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112559274958298321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112559274958298321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/band.html' title='the band.'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112559057147721919</id><published>2005-09-01T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:02:51.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>Teachers' Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;On this day every year, I would be busy giving out presents and cards for my teachers... thinking of ways to surprise them... but now it seems like any other day. perhaps I've grown out of it... perhaps I'm too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even wanna go back to my secondary school... They've made it such a hassle just to enter the school! Anyway it has been more than a year since I went back... heard that many changes have been made. many teachers have left... of course there are still some around whom I miss dearly but it's just... agrh. I would rather meet outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember those days when I was much younger, my dream was to be a teacher. Teachers were such prominent figures in the school and they would often speak with so much authority... They were the people I look up to most. I still look up to them... in fact even more, knowing all the hardships they have to put through... the difficulties they face... but I would not want to be part of that complicated hierarchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all teachers out there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you... HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY! I thank God for you... Hang in there! no matter how much you think you're not for it. You're a good teacher... seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you... You might not be celebrating teachers' day as a teacher anymore, but i still wanna wish you a really HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY! Thank you for being such a blessing... It has been an amazing transition - can never think this is possible. Thankfully for power of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112559057147721919?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112559057147721919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112559057147721919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112559057147721919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112559057147721919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/teachers-day.html' title='Teachers&apos; Day...'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112554571268583082</id><published>2005-09-01T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T00:13:17.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>FRAMED PRODUCTIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/Framedproductionswithslogan.png" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is the ident for our virtual productions company. It's for our art final project... wooohooo. looks like my specs eh? but it's actually a ******** specs i found online... hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hope we will do well for this project...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112554571268583082?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112554571268583082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112554571268583082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112554571268583082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112554571268583082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/09/framed-productions.html' title='FRAMED PRODUCTIONS'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112532998769413457</id><published>2005-08-29T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T23:53:53.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><title type='text'>La Marche de l'empereur</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I went to watch March of the penguins in GV Marina with Michelle and Acaan Jaey this afternoon. hee. (thanks yah.. ;p) didn't really know what to expect cos I only know that we'll be watching a documentary on penguins... have never watched documentaries in cinema. always thought that they would be random shots with boring narration... boy! I was wrong! I actually like this film! What makes it more exciting would be the narrative narration... I could imagine the penguin actually saying it. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing journeys of the emperor penguins... all the distances they walked to mate and reproduce. it's definitely not easy being a penguin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/photo_11.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/photo_01.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/photo_15.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/photo_17.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noble parental love are expressed in the most unspeakable ways... the difficulties of protecting a newborn, of maintaining a life under the harsh conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the harshest place on earth, love finds a way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 332px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/photo_08.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 209px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/photo_03.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Flashbacks were used in one scene... so weird. but it sure did provoke strong emotions for the dead baby penguin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/photo_07.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/photo_25.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little penguins look so fluffy and soft-toyish... aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/photo_35.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/photo_27.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The answer to my question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/photo_26.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/photo_28.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;While watching this film, the thought of how they filmmed this constantly invaded my mind... it's amazing how they managed to capture some of those enchanting moments! those are fantabulous shots! If only i can be part of this kind of production some day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112532998769413457?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112532998769413457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112532998769413457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112532998769413457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112532998769413457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/08/la-marche-de-lempereur.html' title='La Marche de l&apos;empereur'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112524324569709596</id><published>2005-08-28T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:34:05.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>"Don't worry"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh man. it's easier said than done! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i've these 2 final tests tomorrow! this feeling suck. stressed. the pressure to do well... the feeling that i've not done enough to get good grades for it. and now this gastric-like pain is taking me away. agrh! i can't do this alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, only You can help me through this...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112524324569709596?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112524324569709596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112524324569709596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112524324569709596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112524324569709596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-worry.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t worry&quot;'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112524284917498396</id><published>2005-08-28T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:28:22.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I don't have a problem with my eyesight until they checked my eyesight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was studying in church with a few of them. don't know why we were suddenly talking about eyesight and i came up with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it. it's quite true hor? at least it is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, are problems with eyesight psychological?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112524284917498396?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112524284917498396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112524284917498396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112524284917498396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112524284917498396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/08/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112516899929153797</id><published>2005-08-28T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T03:00:22.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><title type='text'>All eyes are on us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Are you an ambassador for Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you practising what you preach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in this cab today after my cousin's birthday celebration... had a long talk with the cab driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how we digress but at one point we were talking about christians. (He started it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was telling me and my godma about how one woman scheming went in front of the taxi stand (ignoring the queue) to flag his cab. Then he commented how people nowadays are very self-centered... I can't help but agree. He suddenly said this, "&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A lot of people talk to me about christianity. But i think they shouldn't criticise other people's religion... I was also a free thinker turned Buddhist. They can tell me about their religion but they shouldn't put down other religions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Then we had a really interesting conversation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(In mandarin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mr. Taxi driver: Do you know City Harvest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Yah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mr. Taxi driver: You go there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mr. Taxi driver: Oh good. Don't go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mr. Taxi driver: The people there no good one. Fight for cab! That day i saw many people calling for cab in city harvest so i went there... aiyoh. people run across the road just like that for my cab! own people fight with own people for cab! They actually have their own taxi stand set up for them but they don't want to queue... go out and fight for taxi with own people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I paused in silence. He went on...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Taxi driver: They are supposed to be special people! but in the end they are like all of us! no use lah. Christians are just like any other people!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;'Special people' occupied my mind. In their eyes, we are 'special people'??? They recognise that we are different from the rest of the world. But that's only means that we shoulder a greater responsibility to be the light of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: They might not be Christians at all. Many claim to be Christians but they might not be at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then i went on to explain the many who are "radically-churched"... the difference between them and true Christians. I was glad he took it quite well and discussed it with me open-mindedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mr. Taxi driver: You are a Christian right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We are called to be His child - to walk in the light in this world of darkness. We have to be conscious before we do anything... we are responsible to God. We also have to know that whatever we do, we are watched by everyone else. (However, we should NEVER let this be the cause for good works.) They expect to see Christ in us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;IF WE LIE, WE SET GOD OUT TO BE A LIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If we claim to have fellowship with him yet walk in the darkness, we lie and do not live by the truth." 1 John 1:6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!" 2 Cor 5:17&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is Christ living in you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Are you a new creation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray that your answer is yes. I know mine is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112516899929153797?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112516899929153797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112516899929153797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112516899929153797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112516899929153797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-eyes-are-on-us.html' title='All eyes are on us.'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112507667850794115</id><published>2005-08-27T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T01:20:05.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>revision!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i've 2 important tests on monday... intro to film and audio tech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intro to film shouldn't be a problem, have been doing alright in this class... have been revising way beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite worried for audio tech... my audio theory is atrocious. can't really understand all those weird concepts. have a feeling that i'm gonna fail this module. hmmm. well, whatever is going to happen... i'm gonna give my best for this coming test now! gonna make use of sunday afternoon to revise! determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for discipline to study on sunday... and for wisdom and concentration on the day of the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112507667850794115?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112507667850794115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112507667850794115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112507667850794115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112507667850794115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/08/revision.html' title='revision!'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112498772126115372</id><published>2005-08-26T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T01:04:29.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>this is the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;when everything went WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gosh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;had final presentation for our ART indent at 1040am. I was on time. ran into the class... oops. It's not my group. realised it's the group who is suppose to meet wendy wee at 10! what? They just ended? super over run lor. (hmmm. actually not. read on.) in the end we went in slightly after 11... sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then it started pouring when my other team members went to take the mat from the akido club... oh man. They were all drenched. but what's the best thing? It stopped raining once they reached. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;alrights.. We were finally in the studio. setting up. We were adjusting the black level etc... after that all the lights went off. NO LIGHTS! and so, we can't do anything until the lights are fixed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we have 2 actual demo recording today which was spread out over 4 hours - each group having 2 hours (for set up, rehearsal, recording and striking the set). class started at 1... but at 2 plus, we were still mendling with the lights and all... and found out that the TV isn't working! our lecturer was so stressed that she went to SIM to unwind! hee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and after that, guess what? NO SOUND! wooohooo... first no lights, then no sound. It's like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;telling us to postpone the whole recording lor. sigh. to patch or not to patch? that is the question of the day in the audio room. hee. thank God Hsein came up and helped us solve the problem and guided me along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these problems kept coming up till it was time for the 1st group's recording! It was way past 3 already lor. agrh. They said it's the "mohmohs"... hah. the helen's (the mannequin in the props room) curse. crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;when it was my turn to host, my mic didn't have sound! this is really getting sick. so stressed that my tummy wasn't feeling good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;didn't start 2nd recording till 6.30pm! it's totally bizarre. super hungry lor.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7 hours straight of TV studio production! now, that's what i call over run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112498772126115372?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112498772126115372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112498772126115372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112498772126115372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112498772126115372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-day.html' title='this is the day'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112470812122773058</id><published>2005-08-22T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T19:26:06.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission Trip'/><title type='text'>Church in Donkor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 486px; HEIGHT: 329px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/DSCN0581.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before (June)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 486px; HEIGHT: 329px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After (August)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I went for the mission trip in Thailand, we actually had the opportunity to help in the building up of the church in Donkor. I've never done this kind of construction work before... hoeing, cement-mixing, leveling etc... super cool. It was really hard work man... whole body was aching the next day. But it was really a good experience. especially when i know i'm doing God's work! It was really meaningful... At the end of the day - there's this indescribable sense of involvement. It's like WOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attended Thai service yesterday... haven't had the time to for quite some time. It was really great seeing more people now in the Thai Church. Realise i seem to be able to understand more Thai now. woohoo! somehow. the art of guessing. Anyways, they had a lil presentation on the churches in Thailand... when they showed the completed church in Donkor (the 2nd pic), it brought tears to my eyes. It's so amazing! I could never imagine i would actually see a church built up and be involved in it first hand! There's this deep sense of achievement and i couldn't help but marvel at God's wonderful work. Indeed, all this happened in His time. Our God is an awesome God. Amen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112470812122773058?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112470812122773058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112470812122773058&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112470812122773058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112470812122773058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/08/church-in-donkor.html' title='Church in Donkor'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112455557933063584</id><published>2005-08-20T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:32:59.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woke up at 230pm today! wooohooo! more than 13 hours of sleep... just what i needed man. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just came back from my parent's house all the way in pasir ris...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uncle samuel and aunty su ying wanted to visit so we went over in the late afternoon... got a lift from them. thankfully. it's always a dread travelling. haven't seen my mom for quite long too. she seems to be getting better. *happy* after uncle sam and aunty su ying left, my mom cooked laska. i was forced to eat a lot... super full now siah. bro was at home too... managed to play with him a lil. got to see my doggies! played with them and brought them down for a walk after dinner... hee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway... i'm really glad that uncle samuel and aunty su ying came over. it was really encouraging for my family. my mom was really grateful for the visitors that came all the way down and for the concern shown. it somehow acted as an assurance for my mom that i'm fitting in well and growing in Glory... have been in my parents' church since i was super young. it was quite hard for them to accept the change and my decision to leave then... but now, i believe that she's assured. Thanks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do continue to pray for my mom... for God's hands to continue to be upon her. For my dad... thank God that he has finally found a job! pray that he'll continue to be in the Lord even though his new job does not allow him to go to church.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks to all who have been praying for me and my family... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112455557933063584?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112455557933063584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112455557933063584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112455557933063584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112455557933063584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/08/woke-up-at-230pm-today-wooohooo-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112438312332433788</id><published>2005-08-19T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T00:38:43.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>kelvin vs. kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelvin (weilian) and Kelly has emerged as the male and female champion respectively in Project Superstar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gosh. can't believe this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;actually i'm quite satisfied with the ladies' result... i'll quit watching channel u altogether if xinhui won.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but weilian. sigh. junyang is so much better... his voice is much more pleasant and he has got the x factor that will bring him far in this entertainment circle. weilian has no stage charisma. he's so boring to watch... it's just so impossible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's not that i'm against him. nor his disabilities. i'm just thinking ahead... i don't see a future for him. people will not support him because of his talents but more will vote for him out of sympathy. it's not as if he is the best vocalist anyway. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm rooting for Kelly now... finals in National Stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112438312332433788?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112438312332433788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112438312332433788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112438312332433788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112438312332433788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/08/kelvin-vs-kelly.html' title='kelvin vs. kelly'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112429564182798540</id><published>2005-08-17T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:30:41.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>NO MORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CATS and IAC!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;wooohooo... had both final presentations today! think we did quite well. it's the end of these IS modules! no more going to school on wednesday! yeah! from now on i'm having a 3-day week! hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;school is ending soon... holidays are coming. i'm looking forward to it yet i don't want it to come... hmmm. so contradicting. well, cos i'm desperate for a break. but at the same time i don't like the idea of zohbohing my time away... agrh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 462px; HEIGHT: 443px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y158/directionlessdirector/homeMain.jpg" width="612" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;went to watch&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;/span&gt; at plaza sing... i like it! haven't watch a movie as such for ages. ever since &lt;em&gt;Big Fish&lt;/em&gt; i think... and i've finally learnt how to train myself to get out of the analysing mode to really enjoy the film! hee. ever since i'm in my course, i'm taught how to look at the different aspects of the film... mise en scene, lighting, motifs, editing etc... agrh. most of the time i get so engrossed in the details that i don't caught the plot at all. and i would be really upset if that happens... so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyways... i'm not going to tell you what the show is about so go watch charlie.. it's really nice. and you would feel real good after that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;p.s. try not to bring snacks in if possible... you won't be able to finish it. esp. green and purple stuff... 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href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-more.html' title='NO MORE'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112412504744708570</id><published>2005-08-16T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T00:57:27.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>flashbacks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's been a long time since i blogged... it's one whole long week! well, have been too busy to sit down and write... with school work, merlion events etc... sleep deprived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;wanted to blog on the stand in the gap held in church last week but i was too busy to. or rather, too lazy to. sigh. lots of things happened over the past week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;interview actual recording on last thurs! wooohooo!!! so glad it's over... although there had been some minor hiccups here and there... i'm quite happy with it. at least it was decent. putting the silent moments we had aside. hehe. had a quiz on fri. intro to film. seems pretty easy. shouldn't have a problem passing. then it was church till late... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sat was CRAZY! shooting in the morning... then rushed down to Fuchun Pri to go to Singapore Arts Museum for merlion performance. (nah. i didn't play my merlion that day... was the emcee for the day. postlude after the paragon event! realised i can quite crap... hah.) after that we had venezia ice cream.. yums. and dinner was at tian jin in bras basah. band instructors' treat - thanks! and guess what? KTV after that!!! shiok man! sang for 4 hours plus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sunday was another long busy day.... aiyoh. after i dropped by in church, i went to National History Museum for the merlion talk cum performance... it was quite a big event, reporters from the press and TV stations were there... woo. super nervous initially - i was the emcee. agrh. but by the grace of God, i managed to pull it off well. phew. then went to help at my godma's mom's coffeeshop at dunlop street... all the way tilll 11 plus... shacked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;super tired and blur today... had lecture then BS in church with mich. after that i went to school for audio lecture which was supposedly at 4pm. went to school. hey... the doors are locked. no one's talking. back door's locked too. knocked. no one answered. gosh. no class... crap. forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;alrights... that's how busy i was. but well, we should not forget God no matter how busy we are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;still trying to perfect the 2 songs... let's jiayou together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112412504744708570?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112412504744708570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112412504744708570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112412504744708570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112412504744708570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/08/flashbacks.html' title='flashbacks.'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112352308469973186</id><published>2005-08-08T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T01:44:44.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><title type='text'>hit by the waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i was talking to someone one day... it set me thinking. read on. maybe it will set you thinking as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;her: hey, are you very involved in your church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me: involved? what do you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;her: as in do you go to church more than once a week for service?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me: yup...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;her: what do you do in church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me: i attend the youth fellowship in my church.. it's on fridays. and i'm in my church's choir... also on fridays. and i'll attend the thai service on sunday when i'm free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;she's a non-believer. i'm not sure why she asked me so many questions... it doesn't seem like she's interested. she seems like she's trying to find out something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;her: don't you feel tired having to juggle so many things? you got time meh? aren't you very busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me: yah.. i feel tired very often but i've to find time for everything. and it's a different kind of feeling when i do things in church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;her: huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me: i mean.. aiyah. don't know how to explain lah. it's just different. doing something i think is important. although it wouldn't seem as important to other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hee. very often i will be loss for words. times when i can't put what i want to say into words. it's frustrating i know - for the person i talk to. but hey. i do feel frustrated too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;her: ok... ask you ah. if you find a job you love very much but it will not allow you to go to church at all. what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;me: got job like that one meh? disallow me to go to church? is it some kind of anti-Christ organisation? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;her: not lah. maybe your job would require you to work on weekends? then you won't have time to go to church on sunday mornings... then how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i paused for a moment. hmmmm. i know what my answer SHOULD be... but i don't know what my answer WOULD be. it's so true... i should start thinking of this right now. i'm heading into an industry that would probably require me to work irregular hours, on weekends even. what would my answer be? to give up my job for the Lord? then wouldn't it be senseless that i'm studying so hard now to get into THIS industry?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is this Your will, Lord? what should i do? show me thy will... lead me. guide me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her: *sigh* i don't understand why some Christians must go to church every week. are you like that too?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: i would think that i would want to go to church every week. but in times of situations that doesn't allow me to, i would weigh the importance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her: what if you have a school performance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: hmmm. i think for competitions, performances... those are pretty valid reasons. it would be ok to miss church once for that. provided that there are no responsibilties that needs to be fulfilled in church that particular week lah... eh. it depends on how they place their priorities lor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her: i've some students that are just so stubborn! they die die must go to church one leh. cannot miss church means cannot miss church!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i felt a need to defend the "other" christians she was talking about... but i wasn't given a chance to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;her: hey... come to think of it. what you are studying now would probably land you in the filmming industry right? then they got all those rituals before filmming one right? what would you do ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;me: don't get involved lor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;as i said that, my mind was in a real mess... i was still thinking of all she asked previously. then i got really random. i started thinking about something someone said to me about where i'm heading... i think it was the speaker for youth sunday. he came up to me all of a sudden between service and talked to me... we began to talk about what i'm studying and he said this: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"what you are studying now is very crucial, it can either get you down with the rest or you can make use of it to change the lives of others. i certainly pray that it's the latter." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i pray for that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;her: will you give up what you love for your god?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;me: i'm sure that my god has a purpose for taking away something that i love and that i hold on to dearly. He knows what is best for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i am glad i said that. at least i'm sure of something... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;her: ok... i'm a buddhist you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;me: yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i don't know why she asked that question... it feels awkward after that. silence prevails...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, put Your words in my mouth that i might say what you want me to say. that i may manifest your love and grace. take me, mould me, fill me, guide me, lead me, walk beside me Lord. may i stand in the gap between the living and the dead. may all i do be pleasing to Your eyes. thank you for teaching me so many important lessons through so many ways and people. i pray in Your most precious name. amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112352308469973186?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112352308469973186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112352308469973186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112352308469973186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112352308469973186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/08/hit-by-waves.html' title='hit by the waves'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112316794148897678</id><published>2005-08-04T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T23:05:41.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>busy me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been super super busy... projects and assignments are just piling up. feel as though i'm drowning... slept at 5 last night! or this morning to be exact. been in school since 10 in the morning till 10 at night... gosh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had art class - forgot that there is a test. sigh. didn't study at all. but i don't think i'll fail... somehow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;studio prod was kinda stressful... it was rehearsal for next week's actual recording for interview. lots of hiccups.... but it was good experience. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had to stay for audio final project recording... almost fell asleep while recording! super tired.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i foresee that it's going to be same for the next few days... agrh. tomorrow school till 3pm then continue with project pilot... oh yah. thank God that aunty cat agreed to help us act for one of the scene! phew. then YF and choir! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday's morning for project pilot again then i'll spend the whole day in paragon for the band performances...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leading sunday school singpiration on sunday... then again whole day in paragon! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my oh my... when will this end? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never felt this kind of stress... the pressure that suppresses me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, help me to set my eyes on You. No one but You alone. All that i do, i do it for You.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/12253540-112316794148897678?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112316794148897678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112316794148897678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112316794148897678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112316794148897678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/08/busy-me.html' title='busy me...'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112274175668997860</id><published>2005-07-31T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T00:42:36.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian/Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Here I am Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the last time i heard this song was when michael was still conducting the choir in church... i was really in love with this song... the melody was so capturing. tracy and dom did the solo parts and i thought they did a really wonderful job. i've always envied people who can sing really well... it's really a gift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the choir is going to present this song again. however this time is really different. steven and i have got to sing the solo parts. it also speaks to me in a different way this time. the words became the focal point of the whole song, the melody that i fell in love with wasn't as important as before... having to sing the lines over and over again. each word spoke to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I, the Lord of sea and sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have heard my people cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All who dwell in dark and sin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My hand will save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I, who made the stars of night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will make their darkness bright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who will bear my light to them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whom shall I send?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here I am, Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it I Lord?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have heard You calling in the night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will go Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If You lead me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will hold Your people in my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I, the Lord of snow and rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have borne my people's pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have wept for love of them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They turn away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will break their hearts of stone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give them hearts for love alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will speak my word to them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whom send I send?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here I am, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Is it I Lord?&lt;br /&gt;I have heard You calling in the night&lt;br /&gt;I will go Lord&lt;br /&gt;If You lead me&lt;br /&gt;I will hold Your people in my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I, the Lord of wind and flame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will tend the poor and lame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will set a feast for them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My hand will save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finest bread I will provide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till their hearts be satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will give my life to them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whom shall I send?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here I am, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Is it I Lord?&lt;br /&gt;I have heard You calling in the night&lt;br /&gt;I will go Lord&lt;br /&gt;If You lead me&lt;br /&gt;I will hold Your people in my heart"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, may all that i do be pleasing in Your eyes. Lord, help me to forget about myself and fix my eyes on You and You alone. Let it not be a performance but an offering unto You Father. Touch the hearts of the congregation and bless them with Your abundant grace and mercy. In Jesus' name, Amen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112274175668997860?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112274175668997860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112274175668997860&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112274175668997860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112274175668997860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/07/here-i-am-lord.html' title='Here I am Lord'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112274037043157710</id><published>2005-07-30T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T00:19:30.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Performance at Paragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;spent the whole afternoon in Paragon today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;performed the merlion38 in the mall... it's quite a unique experience... never performed in a shopping centre before - not even when i was in band. there was a crowd and there were people peering out from different levels. kinda exciting actually. especially when i was emceeing... i've seen emcees in the mall promoting products - they would just go on and on... gosh. and there i was, promoting the merlion38... just went on and on without a script. cool. we performed twice with a 15 mins interval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;then we had to stay on to help organise the other performances - compassvale pri merlion38 group and teck whye pri sch band... kinda sabo-ed again. super last minute lor. 15 mins before the show i was told to be the emcee for their performances... but it comes out quite naturally this time. it's feels kinda weird actually... to hear my own voice resounding in the whole shopping centre. found myself kept looking upwards at the shoppers who were peering out from above when i speak.... hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;after that my instructor treated us to a steamboat dinner at paradiz centre... it's this restaurant beside tao's - forgot what's it called. but the food there is not bad lah. can do. the sour plum vinegar is very nice... recommended! and the milk pudding... very nice.... aw... the ambience quite cool leh. if you decide to have some fresh air, there is something like an open air 'min ge chan ting'... quite cool. i like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh yah... it was raining suoer heavily this afternoon when i went to town. so heavy that it blew everyone's umbrellas away... the wind was so strong that it was destroying all the little stores on the roadside man. gosh. people who hang out with me long enough would know that i don't like to bring umbrella out... so i was stuck at the bus stop outside heerens for 15 mins before i decided to "run" (i can't run yet... so... heh. i was just walking quicky) into heerens. then i bought an umbrella from the counter for $3... hee. so blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112274037043157710?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112274037043157710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112274037043157710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112274037043157710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112274037043157710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/07/performance-at-paragon.html' title='Performance at Paragon'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112256992187100178</id><published>2005-07-29T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:58:41.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School/Work'/><title type='text'>God is so good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God has been so good to me... so good that i'm overwhelmed! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been having tests for the past few weeks... i was busy studying but i must admit i didn't really put my whole heart in to study... kept getting distracted. But He was there for me all the time! He does listen to prayers, He heard mine...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art and Design Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;didn't managed to cover all the topics... but He blessed me with full marks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Studio Pro Written Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i studied quite hard for this... was quite confident that i would do well. but i became complacent... forgot all about committing it to God. didn't know how to do almost half the paper.... left the test with a bad feeling that i might fail it. but guess what? i was shocked when i got back my paper.... i passed! and it wasn't a really bad pass... thank God!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audio Practical Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh man... how i hate audio classes. can't help but fall asleep when the lecturer starts to talk! yes, he is that boring. i was really lost most of the time... and it doesn't help that it's a practical test which i can't study for! agrh. ..............went in thinking - "oh no..." but again, God helped me through! i don't know how but i could somehow answer my lecturer's question and do the things he told me to do! it's really a miracle...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intro to Film Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that very same day i had this test.... it's a written test. the sort that you hafta write essays... ahhh... i studied for this test way before the test... i actually pia-ed the whole night through for it! but that day itself i couldn't really concentrate... kept getting distracted. it was bad... went into the classroom feeling quite 'se-eh'. i couldn't focus there and then. oh man... "sure fail one" kept ringing in my ear! but He didn't let me fail... He is really capable of anything! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audio Written Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am i blur or what? i didn't know that the test was scheduled for that day until i walked into the lecture theatre full of students with their heads down! crap... 90% blank. believe it or not. i really didn't know how to do. sigh. i was like... that's it. i'm going to fail it. no matter how amazing God can be! He can't help me when i leave so many blanks on my paper! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT one day after lecture... my lecturer held me back and talked to me. asked if i was having any difficulties in his class. then i simply said i didn't know about the test.... i thought he was going to dismiss it as an excuse. but he didn't. he even decided to set a retest paper for me! i was amazed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Studio Pro Practical Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was supposed to take the test last week but i wasn't feeling well... super thankful that ms hong was nice enough to let me go back to rest! can't imagine what will happen if i took the test that day man... the test today was good! got 12.4/15... God blessed me with ms hong for all my 5 stations! wow. she is really lenient lor.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amazing! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is so good! He's so good to me! ('',)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112256992187100178?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112256992187100178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112256992187100178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112256992187100178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112256992187100178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/07/god-is-so-good.html' title='God is so good!'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112239609734952570</id><published>2005-07-27T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T00:41:37.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>just jam. no butter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;went to pris' house for dinner and to jam after school yesterday... dinner was way good man. yummilicious. thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;jamming was really cool. miss those times when i would sit around with a couple of friends and sing... hee. this time i actually had the chance to share and sing the songs i've written over the years... heh. it's not very good lah. especially with the lyrics part. not really good with words i guess. and even more so after the sermon on music sunday... everyone's more conscious of what they sing and hear now! *stressed* but it was really super cool to be singing new songs to the Lord, praising His name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i don't really compose songs actually. i just make up the tune in my head... no chords. no scores. just me humming the melody, adding in the words. that's it. heh. never really shared those songs for they never sound good enough. ugh. but this time i'm digging them all out for the band. so... hee. we can work on it together! the songs still have lots of areas that can be improved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;looking forward to our next jamming session! woooohooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112239609734952570?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112239609734952570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112239609734952570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112239609734952570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112239609734952570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-jam-no-butter.html' title='just jam. no butter.'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253540.post-112236111272091105</id><published>2005-07-26T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T14:58:32.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>happy birthday... lil bro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday... lil bro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i actually almost forgot that it's your birthday today... i'm so ashamed of myself for not being the kind of sister i should be. sorry if i haven't been spending time with you, to listen to what you want to say, to play with you... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's kinda sad that we can't live together and do many things that other siblings do... many times when i haven't seen you for a really long time, i would be afraid that you would forget who i am... that you would forget that i'm your sister. but you didn't. you would always be so happy to see me. it really warms my heart. it does. though i may not express it in the most obvious ways... i'm sorry for not being there for you when you needed someone to guide you and teach you what to do when you face problems. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you've really grown up... you're almost taller than me now. but it feels like you've grown up too quickly... i barely had the chance to carry when you were little... barely had the chance to play and seek... barely had the chance to hear you cry... barely had the chance to squeeze your chubby cheeks... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but somehow i really hope you'll grow up soon to understand many things... to understand that we didn't put you aside to live with grandpa and grandma for no reason. remember that we're in this situation together... you're not alone. i went through this phase too... i didn't understand why i can't live together with mom and dad.. leading a life as though i had no parents... it's not a good feeling i understand. but all these happen for a purpose. and only He knows what it is. seek and ask the Lord, He will definitely reveal His wonderful plans to you one day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i pray that you will grow up in the Lord... that you'll truly receive Him as your personal saviour. that whatever problems you'll encounter, go to Him. He will always be there for you. many times human will fail you but God will never fail you nor forsake you. He alone is faithful and true. trust in Him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you for being who you are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12253540-112236111272091105?l=directionlessdirector.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/feeds/112236111272091105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12253540&amp;postID=112236111272091105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112236111272091105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12253540/posts/default/112236111272091105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://directionlessdirector.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-lil-bro.html' title='happy birthday... lil bro.'/><author><name>Chris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjrY4KdBO5s/TjPZlDm2YnI/AAAAAAAAACk/Hm4WXtq6L8Q/s220/IMG_2033.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
