<?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-15072338</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:05:49.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whisper (2005 blog)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113619877442397377</id><published>2006-01-02T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:43:01.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale.</title><content type='html'>well.. hurrah. 2006 is here and i've moved on. so should you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a nice 8(?) months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see whether you can find my blog add. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata sauce! God bless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113619877442397377?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113619877442397377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113619877442397377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113619877442397377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113619877442397377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2006/01/finale.html' title='Finale.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113611760253519932</id><published>2006-01-01T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:43:01.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions.. are. coming up i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYE was good though, spent it with e374, e333, e373, W290 and N329 ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) haha. all i can say is that i'm very happy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and i know this will be a pain..but i'll be shifting blog again. wheeeheee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113611760253519932?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113611760253519932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113611760253519932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113611760253519932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113611760253519932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113535637670767121</id><published>2005-12-24T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:43:00.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not gay, bisexual or straight, i'm just SLUTTY. </title><content type='html'>2 days of gallavanting around town with people i'm so surprised i'd gallavant with (After SO long).. it's been great katching up with both worldly and non-wordly friends.. but ELF LEH? .. and LIZZIE leh? and COLIN leh? and BRONTO leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a torrential downpour, followed by catching up with the musically inclined kok (denise kok to you) with her very much elegant quaint scarf. ("it's thin, so it can pass off in a humid country such as singapore") .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped a bit at heeren and she gawked at the high end prices of Ed Hardy (which i STILL love the goldfish cap) .. polishing her gaydar by spotting pairs of men sweeping around the shopping centre .. and pretty much making parodies out of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, at INSTANT KARMA, i bought 2 t shirts.. see whether ya can spot me wearing it in sch (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a set lunch @ Jacks Place for $8 is really worth it, although kok quote unquotes "the in place during our pri sch days" has somewhat vanished/diminished itself into a 3rd class teenage "high"-class resteraunt... at least the deep fried food was okay.. for it's $8 and unglamouristy. but it was a good place for me to declare kok as either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. soccer mom with a big volkswagon ferrying her (hopefully) twins to and fro swimming and violin lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. spinster (who can't cook. giggles), owner of an art gallery dating on-and-off an old caucasian. oh, and she wears a scarf to work EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how i go into further detail? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks kok for gallavanting (i like this word btw) and gawking at the newurbanmale sexual connotative t shirt sayings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY : i'm not gay, bisexual nor straight.. i'm just &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SLUTTY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; .. HAHAHA. that always cracks me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterward, kok left and just in time, chuakailan came by in marriott just as i was about to go home! trailed her together to far east plaza and she was SUCH a darling to find me the present i needed for Ivy.. so much patience and you really are a TIT. (taitai in training)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subway afterward, and something about far east subway makes me feel so cozy, it's as though a fireplace could be installed just in there and everything would look christmassy. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these 2 girls are one of my treasures in school and outside (excluding church friends) .. i heart them! without a doubttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up in the morning to have dramaproduction meeting which was NOT successful, for 1/2 of the group was not around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupro was brief, we just viewed everyone's video.. i loved jaye's show.. the host was interviewing this dude who does both makeup/makeovers AND does taekwondo and blackbelt on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the host wanted to know about his achievements.. and she said "so how about showing us whats underneath your belt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh, everyone BURST Out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then nonficpro pitching is getting on my nerves, we can't get a location.. darn those multicorporal national companies.. i won't say WHICH big mega toy store.. but yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, was xiaokang/jaye's production WALK THE TALK.. on the street opinions.. me and clarice were the hosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from the rain, it was kinda fun, although i did that pointing into camera TOO MUCH. da glam sia.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterward, VALO (fwoar, long time nv go out wit her), clarice me and Daniele333 came along and we all walked around , shopping.. eating at delifrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my life. social. wheeee. pure fun. PURE. nothing else. (: i likeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterward, valo and rice came over to do christmas cards.. yay. and clarices shrieks of laughter does perk up the lonely living room. WHeEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x'mas is tomorrow, and i'm still doiung my presents.. i'd better take a picture before i send it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, time to go back to 'work'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113535637670767121?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113535637670767121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113535637670767121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113535637670767121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113535637670767121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-not-gay-bisexual-or-straight-im.html' title='i&apos;m not gay, bisexual or straight, i&apos;m just SLUTTY. '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113525656713915023</id><published>2005-12-22T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:43:00.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgetit</title><content type='html'>i dislike it when people do NOT honour their promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngh. feel so .. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113525656713915023?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113525656713915023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113525656713915023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113525656713915023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113525656713915023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/12/forgetit.html' title='forgetit'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113503135589954366</id><published>2005-12-20T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:43:00.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feliz navida!</title><content type='html'>the zit below my lower lip (right, coz there COULD be a chance to have &lt;em&gt;a zit above my lower lip&lt;/em&gt;. LOL) is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my very funny sleeping hours has made me constantly tired, procrastinating all the pile of homework crap that i've been wanting to finish before christmas gives me an unsatisfactory wave of oh-wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it off, i'm on a 24 hour fast today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feliz navida. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113503135589954366?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113503135589954366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113503135589954366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113503135589954366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113503135589954366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/12/feliz-navida.html' title='feliz navida!'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113492306783403625</id><published>2005-12-19T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:43:00.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another chunk. (specs , candellight service)</title><content type='html'>okay, in topics again i guess, really been letting this blog grow mould.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;IAP /&lt;/s&gt; IBP&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, after days of praying and thinking about it, i've decided to take up a specialist project, and thank God for giving me a group that i'm comfortable with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing ... *currently nameless* Productions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Cai the Director!&lt;br /&gt;Isaac Timothy Chan the PRODUCER!&lt;br /&gt;Leslie Tan the Director of Photography!&lt;br /&gt;Zul the Soundman!&lt;br /&gt;Janice the Editor / Asst. Director!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as alan(?) had mentioned when i was "auditioning" for the role, we're the 'black horse' group that's aiming for film awards/festival entries rather than grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true, our group somehow fuses creativity and talent rather than grades.. coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, with such a position that takes up a lot of my time, i really hope it does not clash with my Ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;coz i know my God saved the day&lt;br /&gt;and i know His work never fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i know my God made a way for me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GONNA BE ALRIGHT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Hillsong - Salvation is Here, Album : God He Reigns, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i love that song btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drama Production Project 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after much procrastination from the NP estates, we've finally gotten the location @ convention centre, but of course, trials come, tts why this isn't a perfect world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our female talent had a no show coz she overslept, so thanks Rachel Chua for substituting her at such short notice! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;candlelight service&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a first in CHC, nearly 6,000 candles lit up with all the lights off. emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've grown attached to my cellgroup all over again.. just that a few of us aren't exactly taking e374 as family, but soon. in God's divine timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;evangelism&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in full force, inviting anyone i can. watchout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a final note, somehow the blogging urge/cravings has somehow subsided, so ya wont' see me much anymore, so even better! you can chat me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaociao! au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113492306783403625?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113492306783403625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113492306783403625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113492306783403625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113492306783403625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-chunk-specs-candellight.html' title='another chunk. (specs , candellight service)'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113423727736485798</id><published>2005-12-11T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:43:00.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summaries.</title><content type='html'>things that have been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nonficpro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non fiction production is one of my potential B+ graders.. and again, i feel so cheated. like, hello? first project, i objected so violently to being Producer and no one cared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then in the 2nd project, when a certain &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; objected to being producer, the lecturer was so quick in changing his role. like hello? human rights violation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dare to write this out, coz you know what? it's unfair. totally. and i don't care if you read this. if you've read this. tough. deal with it. it isn't flammatory or whatever madangdangs ya care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad to see that when you're so nice, you get trampled all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but long suffering i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;shift to expo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! we've finally moved to the bigger location we've always wanted. one draw back is that we can't sit in the front row anymore, it's free for all now ): oh well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the 1st service was excellent. the power and presence of God fell upon the place and brought me to tears. Ps Kong preached about FEAR, the devil's chief weapon and how it can kill your life i.e make it a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fwoar. deliverance happened. but i shall leave it to my self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;courage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess my confrontation to a certain someone can be summed up in this word. i didn't like it when she kept on telling everyone that i am gay, when clearly, i'm making a progress and she certainly does not see it, coz she's only in her world and i'm in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, she's a classmate i guess... i hope she learns how not nice it is not to talk badly about people behind their back and even how more embarrassing it is to be confronted by spreading rumours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, it was my fault for saying such a word about her in front of the class. hur. i guess, emotions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;patience&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a thing i really need when dealing with very S people.. especially those that can't understand the sense of urgency. it's been so long since i blew my top so fast. thank Abba! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; sandee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught up with her recently for the Chestnuts musical, which was, entirely a parody about the different plays and important events around the globe for the whole year. Hossan Leong and Jonathan Lim are so so so talented in re-enactments. great job!!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandee is still the same, entertaining and so open to me. yay, khid's good at picking the girls and ditto for deeedee to picking the mice. giggle. okay no. men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's it, just one more week and like 4 more productions before the end of the term? and oh, one exam. BUMMER. FILM HISTORY. gahh. it would have hepled if i hadn't slept through 4/6 movies.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113423727736485798?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113423727736485798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113423727736485798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113423727736485798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113423727736485798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/12/summaries.html' title='summaries.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113386291867965072</id><published>2005-12-06T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:43:00.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn.</title><content type='html'>currently in cg class and am totally lost in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew, it's been a long time i last updated (sat morning)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, service for the last time at jurong west was.. excellent. Dr John Avanzini came and gave us a word in season. i believe this week will bear forth a miracle and give me a personal breakthrough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday night saw me going to spize with bronty, chrispy and stuart. ahhh. i missed that place. love love love it. even though the service is so nghhh..pity i just had a teh halia + ice limau thanks to a big family dinner before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday night saw the YL Men's Ministry (it's nearly official!) going for the jog @ East Coast Park. w00ts. i could have run both there and back if it wasn't for my gastric. kudos to bronty for acc-ing me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a personal side note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day's not bad. the pains are gone... but there's always the tempation to stop the 3 day process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i guess that's life right? when you wanna do something great and disciplined, there's always things that would stop and tempt ya to halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's the nature of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 wonderful nights of QT.. i spent nearly an hour and 15 mins for both nights.. open revelations and convictions in the heart. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expo prayer meeting tomorrow. wow. finally to expo! :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113386291867965072?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113386291867965072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113386291867965072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113386291867965072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113386291867965072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/12/yawn.html' title='yawn.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113359071451075160</id><published>2005-12-03T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:43:00.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIPLETS?</title><content type='html'>THREE (from Serene Loo's bloggo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Isaac&lt;br /&gt;2. Timothy&lt;br /&gt;3. Zhiyang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1. zhi&lt;br /&gt;2. timmy&lt;br /&gt;3. timozack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. complexion&lt;br /&gt;2. luscious red lips (don't laugh keepeng!)&lt;br /&gt;3. eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. love handles&lt;br /&gt;2. chunky thighs&lt;br /&gt;3. wobbly arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1. 3/4 chinese , 1/4 thai &lt;br /&gt;2. erm. &lt;br /&gt;3. that's it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. death?&lt;br /&gt;2. hornets and wasps!&lt;br /&gt;3. not meeting deadlines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Prayer&lt;br /&gt;2. HP + wallet (so i cheat. bleah)&lt;br /&gt;3. Mp3 playa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. some old fila tee&lt;br /&gt;2. my kinkaye gan eng seng pe shorts&lt;br /&gt;3. undergarments. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hillsong&lt;br /&gt;2. Avalon&lt;br /&gt;3. CHC Worship team (nuh, can't think of any wordly bands at the moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS: &lt;br /&gt;1. Hillsong - Through it All&lt;br /&gt;2. Hillsong - Everything to Me&lt;br /&gt;3. Avalon - Everything to Me (co-incidence?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THtREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;1. GOD&lt;br /&gt;2. intimacy&lt;br /&gt;3. trust &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;1. I do all my work at the last minute this past week&lt;br /&gt;2. I still have some sexual cravings.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love eating fruits constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Looks (no denial)&lt;br /&gt;2. Spirituality&lt;br /&gt;3. Companionship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Praying&lt;br /&gt;2. Singing&lt;br /&gt;3. Bonding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. go to church soon w/o being late&lt;br /&gt;2. SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;3. TANNING + SWIMMING (it comes together lar!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU HAVE CONSIDERED:&lt;br /&gt;1. PR / Advertising Execeutive&lt;br /&gt;2. TV Studio Producer&lt;br /&gt;3. Full time church worker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. ISRAEL!&lt;br /&gt;2. Australia&lt;br /&gt;3. Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Freya (after watching aeon flux)&lt;br /&gt;2. Faith&lt;br /&gt;3. Nathaniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Get married &amp; produce babies. :)&lt;br /&gt;2. lead God's children&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a successful career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:&lt;br /&gt;1. I still cuss when i'm extremely angry.&lt;br /&gt;2. I burp when needed, with or w/o closing my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;3. I wanna have muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;1. my feminity at times... gets out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;2. VAINPOT!&lt;br /&gt;3. socialising ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE MALE CELEB CRUSHES:&lt;br /&gt;1. can't think of any right now&lt;br /&gt;2. can't think of any right now&lt;br /&gt;3. can't think of any right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE FEMALE CELEB CRUSHES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lucy Liu (something about small eyes)&lt;br /&gt;2. Charlize Theron (aeonflux)&lt;br /&gt;3. i don't really like dating celebrities..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113359071451075160?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113359071451075160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113359071451075160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113359071451075160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113359071451075160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/12/triplets.html' title='TRIPLETS?'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113351474961884862</id><published>2005-12-02T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:59.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday. finally again! </title><content type='html'>and i thought i cannot wait for the weekend LAST WEEK. seems everyweek, my desire for the weekend to come goes stronger and stronger. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished non fiction production proposal pitchin and am currently waiting for everyone else to come and finish their pitchings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hur. studio production just now was a &lt;B&gt;DISEASTER&lt;/b&gt;. &gt;_&lt;, we were lacking 2 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope douggy doesn't deduct out marks much, coz our set was fab though. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guests were pretty well behaved, except for one who seemed too dominating and eager to modify our concept of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least one's over. now for demonstration! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mavis da ribena is da host. whooooooooooooooooooooo! go surfin' , surfa girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all's left of the hectic stuff is drama pro, film history report and nonficpitching #2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. cellgroup tonight. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113351474961884862?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113351474961884862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113351474961884862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113351474961884862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113351474961884862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/12/friday-finally-again.html' title='friday. finally again! '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113344915937919445</id><published>2005-12-01T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:59.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh</title><content type='html'>gimme a prize.. for i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;successfuly procrastinated since 6pm. and only started doing work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fwoar. i know i'm like so skeeeereeeewed. ngehhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the past half hour i've been blog surfing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCIPLINE PLEASE. pass me the rod. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113344915937919445?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113344915937919445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113344915937919445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113344915937919445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113344915937919445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/12/argh.html' title='argh'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113332904637883319</id><published>2005-11-30T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:59.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rantrant</title><content type='html'>again, suffering thru the 4 hour wait till drama production.. whoop dee doo. well, one thing's better, no more rushing to church for BS.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELLGROUP'S THIS FRIDAY! yayyyyyyyyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngeh, somehow, i wish our cellgroup had more time to hang out with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuh, i'm thinking too much again. blogger's a hazard, it motivates me to write crap. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113332904637883319?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113332904637883319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113332904637883319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113332904637883319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113332904637883319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/rantrant.html' title='rantrant'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113332513723112645</id><published>2005-11-30T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:59.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-freaks out totally-</title><content type='html'>okay. i'm like totally freaked out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things DUE (Ohmygerrrrrsh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Drama Production Aesthetic Analysis (Min 200 words) FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;-Non-Fiction Production Pitching Proposal (Min 5 pages) FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;-Film History : Luis Bunuel TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;-Drama Production Proposal + Release form TODAY&lt;br /&gt;-Studio Production Post Production Booklet FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;-Scriptwriting Hypothesis/Treatment X 3 TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Father, &lt;br /&gt;Hallowed be Your name....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113332513723112645?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113332513723112645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113332513723112645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113332513723112645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113332513723112645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/freaks-out-totally.html' title='-freaks out totally-'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113319586405875611</id><published>2005-11-29T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:59.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes to KeepEng and KailAn</title><content type='html'>happy birthday to Mr Ngiam Kee Peng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big korkor-ness in you doting over me for the past ... 3 months? never neglected! Thank God for your aide in deliverance, and the unglam nose "grapevines".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the -ves and +ves sides of our friendships, the late night phone chats and the constant laughing and teasing my physical attributes (remember, RED WHITE RED WHITE RED WHITE?! &gt;_&lt;) that's okay, you're a friend of mine, you are allowed to do that. HAHA. more than just a friend, a confidante when my mind goes haywire. hope you have a good birthday! YOU ROCK MY SOCKS AND COOL MY SHOES BROTHER!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img height="194" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/lotsaspunk/DSCN2708_small.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="237" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/lotsaspunk/DSCN2704_small.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 234px" height="274" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/lotsaspunk/DSCN2709_small.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Ms Chua KaiLan Grace Kailin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. hoi. woman! since day 1 in virginsuicides (the first FMS party after sem 1 @ Costa Sands?), prancing our way thru the playground looking for 'hot malay trannies' .. and then talking about how unglam jules was to take a taxi to the WRONG chalet branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, laughing and laughing the night away, and then laughing at elf's very unique style of hailing a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fwoar, then the cafe cartel cinileisure afternoon when i met the SIM bunny? and then i started getting depressed , then you started becoming very INTENSIVE taitai bitchy. fwoar. true colours! i likeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though our school timetables are so.. messed up and out-of-synch with each other, i icecreamcone you lars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fwoar, around a year since we've known each other and whenever we meet up, it seems like our friendship just started on the first day again, where we're all floopy and loony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wub you CAN? (remmeber that? HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) see you sooooon. you know when. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113319586405875611?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113319586405875611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113319586405875611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113319586405875611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113319586405875611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/birthday-wishes-to-keepeng-and-kailan.html' title='Birthday Wishes to KeepEng and KailAn'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113292966201435260</id><published>2005-11-25T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:59.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week and FRIENDS : the long evaded topic</title><content type='html'>since the new semester started, i think i've never been this happy to see the weekend coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;significant events &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Tabernacle Churchwide Bible Studies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at LAST it has ended! as much as i enjoyed it, i don't think my mum was exactly happy that i came back around 12 every wednesday night, and rushing my scriptwriting assignments on thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i don't think Ps Kong taught us much on the Garments Aaron was supposed to wear before approaching the Holy Place. would love to learn more about that! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELLGROUP STARTS NEXT WEEK!!! YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! E374 i miss you all lotsa lotsa! ((((((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Studio Production Project 1 : Interview&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rehearsal was this morning, somehow, the studio makes me .. positive. much more positive than outdoor shoots, maybe coz there isn't a constant change in surrounding that might affect the shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's mightily frickin' cold in there though. but i'm very proud of lifang bryan and leslie for buying the props. PROPS to them! (hur). and i hope i can remember to bring my digicam for next week for the actual recording, ohmygawsh, it seems such a shame to tear down the silks and stuff. ohmygoshhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tuesday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was still suffering the effects of drowsiness and i kept on dozing off during Scriptwriting lecture, which i HEAVILY REGRETTED! sigh, i really wanna get an A for scriptwriting. time ta buck up. and i guess the unglam moment of the day was when i started nodding off (literally) right under the lecturer! so, to whoever is the lecturer, i apologise!! i promise to do well! *name excluded to protect privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DramaProd Lecture was funny! haha, our lecturer Mr Chandler did a monotonous joke that caught us offguard, he was reading a script that had " NO no NO! (in a dramatic tone".. but he read it like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(monotonously) no no no no, don't phunk with my heart" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. like ohmygershwinmusical. caught the whole lecture offguard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, StuPro lectures! Doug Kwon was showing us videos from Korea.. all those cheesy korean no-no-you-shouldn't-produce-such-low-quality-productions videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, didn't i post an entry on tuesday? oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this has been such a broad topic that everyone's staying within the limits of defamation of another in each other's blogs that it's hard to decipher who's talking about who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i won't be those i-hate-you-but-i-shall-not-defame-your-name-in-my-blog-lest-i-get-my-pants-sued-off people. :) i'm happy. i WILL remain positive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you were to beachball about me, i won't care! (: i'll bless you and let God deal with what you sowed.&lt;br /&gt;even if you were to be nice to be on the outside, i'll be nice back, caring for you, not instilling GUILT but to show you what a nice person i truly am after God changed me.&lt;br /&gt;even if you were to be angry with me, i'll be humble and not let my pride get in the way and APOLOGISE if i'm in the wrong, coz i've got my godly principles to uphold and carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the poly friends who aren't close to me &lt;i&gt;since year 1 &lt;/I&gt; (coz both parties have their outside friends) such as bryan, michelle, keshia, kailin and even wendy? (and those who i know but can't seem to remember right now) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for caring for me, pulling me thru projects and vice versa, the loves and words-of-affirmation MSN / SMS messages. i truly appreciate them, i truly do! don't think of me as some radical evangelist (which i sometimes am radical), but rather, a person whom exhorts you and comforts you and cheers with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what kind of friend leaves you in the lurch and doesn't even have the slightest tinge of concern for you? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tend to be bitchy at times, but hey, my residue, my short fuse and half-forked (hehe) tongue has got me labelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't erase the label off. i'll let it fade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, a new better label will come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks, after so many times of editing and drafting of this entry, it still looks like i'm shooting someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't be bothered, afterall, as long as i personally know what and why i'm typing so. everything's alright! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;service tomorrow, Ps Phil Pringle! w00ts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113292966201435260?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113292966201435260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113292966201435260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113292966201435260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113292966201435260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/week-and-friends-long-evaded-topic.html' title='The week and FRIENDS : the long evaded topic'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113264132829328574</id><published>2005-11-22T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:59.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sudden sting of negative nostalgia</title><content type='html'>its times when you feel at your worstest (grammar cops SUE ME!) that you MUST worship the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feelings engulf me once in a while, the thoughts, the unkown mesmerising attraction towards the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clubbing, the blinking flashing lights of red blue green onto the alcohol-sodden floor, the myriad of different bodies being inch-close on the canvas. the different coloured and shaped drinks that decorate the tall circular tables. the music blasting so loudly that it is almost impossible to hold a regular conversation. the smell of vile cigarettes and its leftover butts littering the legs of the chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i was rededicated to the Lord. the renewal of the mind, the temple of the spirit once again rebuilt. The constant satisfaction of His shekaina glory inside you. The power of prayer that moves Heaven and Change earth. The eternal assurance of Salvation and abundant Grace, the willingness to dwell under His wings of refuge, and His angels that are to serve us in times of need, oh those wonderful beautiful seraphims and cherubims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my minds a charcoal, all black and dull, but always ready to be set on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now stranded at SIM by myself, groan, i can't believe all that's left of today's timetable is the gosh darn brother pucker 3D class for &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 bleeding hours&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-prances around the hawker court-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k no i didn't do that, but HUR, didn't ya wish it was that an amazing spectacle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear (k not really nice) that i will NOT take ADVANCED 3D ANIMATION. oh gosh, it'll be so taxing on my delicate cranium. ngehhh, imagine clicking on the x y z plots of each 3d object, yaY~ look at my gleeful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuhhh, i'm being too bitter, gotta snap outta it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, attachment's coming nearer, so its either i try to appeal into Carol's workplace, or else, i guess ..specialist? coz if i get an attachment place where i have to clean cables for 6 months, no way jose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY NONE. I NEED CASH. so sue me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you are gonna aren't you :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113264132829328574?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113264132829328574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113264132829328574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113264132829328574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113264132829328574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/sudden-sting-of-negative-nostalgia.html' title='a sudden sting of negative nostalgia'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113263500524603568</id><published>2005-11-22T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:58.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeepyhead</title><content type='html'>currently fasting . feeling rather drowsy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout my morning lectures, i have been falling asleep and tilting my head and 0% knowledge has seeped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uber glammmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently slouched outside the old FMS cage level 3 area with the dramapro discussion group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesseee, a long day today, after animation, will be meeting up with clarice and shulingling @ clementi Macs for scriptwriting rushing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghs, and i lost my coke water bottle )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113263500524603568?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113263500524603568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113263500524603568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113263500524603568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113263500524603568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/sleeepyhead.html' title='sleeepyhead'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113258206186420793</id><published>2005-11-21T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:58.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see You high and lifted up, shining in the light of Your glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;pour out Your pour and love,&lt;br /&gt;as we sing holy holy holy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t'was a great fellowship tonight i suppose. me darran ivy stuart and pearly chillin' round orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how ironic that i live so near yet i don't go there much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;sharksfinsoup, have NOT started on scriptwriting. nghhhhh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, time to chiong tomorrow. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113258206186420793?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113258206186420793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113258206186420793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113258206186420793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113258206186420793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/see-you-high-and-lifted-up-shining-in.html' title='see You high and lifted up, shining in the light of Your glory'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113235328018435551</id><published>2005-11-19T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:58.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPM after?</title><content type='html'>well, it's been confirmed that she has left (as quoted by her close friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so weird and infutile to see the pact we made when we once knew each other and talked for like nearly 4 hours till 4am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim : hey, *****, let's make a promise. we'll NEVER leave God, no matter the circumstances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***** : ya, we will never, even in my darkest times, i will press in. you will too okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim : of course! PROMISE AR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really funny on how we can make such small and minute promises and we don't even uphold those. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad lar. as much as i dislike her vices, she's still human. love thy neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, just got back from overnight prayer meeting! 0632 saturday morning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been so far, the best overnight prayer meeting, partially coz i was totally conscious instead of just standing up, hands reluctantly lifted and just babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the presence of God was very.. tangible, i could feel Him around me all the time. Lovely feeling. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, my evangelistic spirit has been excercised! 2 new friends today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's keep praying. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113235328018435551?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113235328018435551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113235328018435551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113235328018435551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113235328018435551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/opm-after.html' title='OPM after?'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113224161915648830</id><published>2005-11-17T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:58.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter!</title><content type='html'>Harry Potter &amp; the Goblet of Fire was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abit darker than the previous 3, but it's a good film to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw : the last part's the darkest of all 4 shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently school work's coming in.. scriptwriting especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess you'll find me typing away on a sunday at some central coffee joint. hrms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, the person whom i have directed my previous post to has contradicted her self, she has labelled me holy man again and then blocked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hypocrites. i shan't bother. God will deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to watch Passion of the Christ. Everyone says it really quoteunquote brings your love for Jesus one notch higher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, saturday is coming up. oh wait, there's friday i.e tomorrow. oh well. non fic production in the afternoon 3-6 (like wadthefishtachios, going to school on a FRIDAY AFTERNOON just for ONE TUTORIAL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butttt ,before that, a trip to the doctors in the morning and TANNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh yes. my brown skin will come back.. will come back.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, enuff echo effects. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113224161915648830?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113224161915648830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113224161915648830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113224161915648830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113224161915648830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter!'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113216157610263123</id><published>2005-11-17T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:58.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Choice of Salvation &amp; the Holy Spirit</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer : long post. it's about Christ and Your walk and Your Choice of Salvation. Not a sermon, but it's just a reminder to friends out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if friends you are concerned about don't even listen to you and think they're very different and unique and they 'don't know you' then why did they open to you in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they refuse to listen and run away from the truth, they don't qualify for your time. i learnt that from a wise leader whom i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the freedom and liberation from the world thru Christ is a &lt;b&gt;DECISION&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you CHOOSE to &lt;strong&gt;RECEIVE SALVATION&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't dwell in the outer courts of the tabernacle, don't be a babe christian. it's time for you to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to quote Ps Kong tonight;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Babe(baby) christians just want to be blessed and blessed and blessed. but when pressure and challenges come, they feel so pressured and start blaming God for all these mishaps and eventually run away from God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one ever said Christianity is a lifestyle full of glamourosity CONSTANTLY? there ARE times when you WILL get stretched, and &lt;u&gt;God would never give you something too high for you to overcome&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what can't kill you would only make you &lt;u&gt;STRONGER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't condemn those that has given up halfway, i admit when i was in my previous church, i gave up in an instant, i know how it feels to FEEL leftout and not welcomed when in fact they LOVE you as much as JESUS DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most backsliders were not grounded on the word of God. they think that what they have is SUFFICIENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little knowledge is WORSE than no knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i'm deemed by a holy man by a certain someone, i'd put my head up high, you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love being holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure i make mistakes, i'm not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'd rather &lt;b&gt;SIN&lt;/b&gt; in the house of the Lord than to be a champion in the tents of the wicked.&lt;/em&gt; [of course after every sin, there is a need to repent]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i block some people on msn is coz i'd rather just leave them alone else they get themselves more agitated and stubborn. sometimes, it's best if i didn't talk, coz i'd only make things worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love tenacity, i used to suffer from the lack of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenacity is described as a persistent determination &lt;i&gt;(ref: Dictionary.com).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've heard many friends saying they're press in no matter what. yet, after awhile, they lose their tenacity becoz they did not get their breakthrough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they deem their walk pure and holy and think that they deserve their breakthrough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when in fact, have you ever did some reflection? and realised, yes there are some areas in my life that doesn't edify Christ, yet it's still in my heart? and the reason why you don't wanna remove it is coz you deem it harmless and quote unquote "just having fun". it's rather more of a foothole for the devil to come in and have some fun in the playground you're giving him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'see, the holy spirit.. is gentle and sensitive, but still very much imminent in our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;any action that doesn't edify Christ would grieve the Holy Spirit and His presence would leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for repentance is good, yes, i do that too. but how about actions? EXAMPLE : like when i stopped clubbing, i PRAYED that God would GUARD my HEART, and the HOLY SPIRIT would LEAD me AWAY from TEMPTATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what was my action? : &lt;b&gt;STOP GOING CLUBBING&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's simple to say you wanna stop going clubbing, but action speaks louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you guys are thinking that i'm replying to a certain someone, yes you're right. why make it public? it's coz everyone should learn from this. TENACITY is a good virtue. running away from Him makes things worst, and refusing to accept the fact that you've SEEN GOD'S WORK DO MIRACLES IN YOUR LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the tears you've shed for Him&lt;br /&gt;the ways He's moved and moulded you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the difference in lifestyles after you received salvation&lt;br /&gt;how empty you are without His presence&lt;br /&gt;how many times you've broken His heart, yet He always forgived if you asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you still don't see this true love that is totally selfless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like salvation, it's a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the certain someone : i apologise for blocking you on msn and running away like a coward. ps: i won't read your blog anymore. promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i really wanted to ask you is this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after clubbing, you're gonna eat supper or sleep, and then?&lt;br /&gt;wake up go work loh, and then?&lt;br /&gt;go out with family , and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will constanly repeat until the time comes when your earthly body perishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find a salvation and eternal happiness in Christ Jesus. He is the way the truth and the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without Him, I, Isaac Timothy Chan Zhi Yang would have NEVER changed from that clubbing smoking homosexual to a praying tongues-speaking christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop preaching, but i hope you got the message. i do hope to see you in church soon, it really breaks my heart when family members leave, but if you choose not to. i will respect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: tagboards down, no intentions on putting it up, if posters shall be un-edifying then i'll put them into God's hands, He'll deal with them. I have no right at all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S: to those that came for this weeks' Tabernacle Service, good on you! i hope we will learn from the Lampstand and the Altar of Incense in the Tabernacle. Godbless! see you during overnightprayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113216157610263123?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113216157610263123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113216157610263123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113216157610263123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113216157610263123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-choice-of-salvation-holy-spirit.html' title='Your Choice of Salvation &amp; the Holy Spirit'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113212355769208778</id><published>2005-11-16T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:58.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roar. wad a waste of time. </title><content type='html'>i guess blogging in school is like.. a habit. thanks to such spaced out timetables. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a nice KAP lunch with bryan! haha, good times ma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now in the proplan rooml. just rolling around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. class starts in like 10 mins. and this is an incredibly senseless post. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113212355769208778?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113212355769208778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113212355769208778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113212355769208778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113212355769208778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/roar-wad-waste-of-time.html' title='roar. wad a waste of time. '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113206471461716275</id><published>2005-11-15T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:58.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the long and winding road home. ARGH to 74. </title><content type='html'>tell me i'm oh so fetch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original route to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)74 from SIM to Dover MRT&lt;br /&gt;2)a long 14 bus ride home&lt;br /&gt;-on the way read the bible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventual route to go home&lt;br /&gt;1)184 from SIM to 1 bustop &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; Clementi MRT&lt;br /&gt;2)waited 20 mins before the next ...&lt;br /&gt;3)184 came to Clementi Bus interchange&lt;br /&gt;4)got up the &lt;i&gt;wrong directional&lt;/i&gt; 14 bus (which was on its way back to the clementi berth)&lt;br /&gt;5)queued up at the bus interchange for 14&lt;br /&gt;6)a long 14 bus ride home&lt;br /&gt;-not very productive reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audience : gasp, but but... HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim : it's easy really, i don't know whether it's my impatience or that the 74 is so gosh darn slow at around 730pm. i waited for like 45 mins.. and eventually gave up and took a 184.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the irony didn't bite until my bus stopped at the traffic junction ahead, and &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 74 buses came zooming by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fetchingly glam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't stop there, i THOUGHT (see, assumption = lowest form of knowledge) that the 184 stops at one bus stop before it turns into the clementi estate, but NOoOoOoO.. it doesn't. NGEHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, by then, i pressed the busbell, so no choice, had to keep my pride high, so alighted one stop before the clementi bus interchange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lingered there watching some aunties complain about the gah-men taxes. oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, my unglamourisity took to a new higher level when i BOARDED the bus at the OPPOSITE DIRECTION i.e the BUS WAS ABOUT TO &lt;i&gt;END&lt;/I&gt; it's ROUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh joy. and i embarassingly jumped off the empty bus with many eyes staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my bible reading wasn't productive thanks to .. err.. nvm. it's also partially my lack of discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original time to get home ? 45 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventual time? 1hr 15mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson? : don't assume. and be more patient! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or .. the alternative SINGAPORE method : complain to the gah-men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113206471461716275?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113206471461716275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113206471461716275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113206471461716275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113206471461716275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/long-and-winding-road-home-argh-to-74.html' title='the long and winding road home. ARGH to 74. '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113204492715744573</id><published>2005-11-15T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:57.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3danimation class.</title><content type='html'>so here i am again in 3d animation class. i sense a D in this module. i have ZERO interest in being patient in front of a cpu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this really is the pits. (mmm, i could go for some cherries right now though). i hope this doesn't pull down my GPA that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, i really should stop procrastinating and see the doctor. ngghhh.. my nose and throats been blocked all the time.. and i've got fever and my headaches pounding on me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngehhhhh... maybe i should skip school tomorrow. hrmms.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113204492715744573?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113204492715744573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113204492715744573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113204492715744573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113204492715744573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/3danimation-class.html' title='3danimation class.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113197056493896823</id><published>2005-11-14T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:57.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ps 17:3</title><content type='html'>it's not the time to be childish over small things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a test of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Though you probe my heart and &lt;br /&gt;examine me at night,&lt;br /&gt;though you test me, you will find &lt;br /&gt;nothing;&lt;br /&gt;I have resolved that my mouth will&lt;br /&gt;not sin" - Ps 17:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113197056493896823?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113197056493896823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113197056493896823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113197056493896823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113197056493896823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/ps-173.html' title='ps 17:3'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113193949758583131</id><published>2005-11-14T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:57.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>project intercult done!</title><content type='html'>roar, just finished my presentation for intercultural communication. :) i sense some animosity in the class, but i guess my groups a bit vocal. but hey, let's liven up the class lar. besides, makes us better learners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for giving me the clarity and smooth tempo for the presentation, i'm very sure it wasn't me who controlled my tongue and words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it doesn't rain, i really wanna go swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my excercise regime today! swim, gym, and then.. bball with the YL Men's Zone!!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharks fin soup, my phelgm is getting more yellow and solid. arghhhh. i'm lack of sleep )): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, and there's studio production test tomorrow people! please study, lest you don't do well. hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharks, i miss my cellgroup. seems like we have not gone out for so long.. maybe the last time was ma la huo guo. (but even then it wasn't a full attendance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a conversation on the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim : hey, i heard about the news&lt;br /&gt;(name withheld for privacy purposes) : yeah, i'm heartbroken about it&lt;br /&gt;tim : well, there's always a choice to choose, either life or death. and i guess s/he chose death.&lt;br /&gt;() : *grimaces*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's kinda true lah i suppose. s/he made a choice.. to not have the tenacity and the RUTH-like (CLINGING ON TO GOD NO MATTER WHAT) manner. furthermore, s/he didn't even open to her/his leaders and h/she also didn't wanna move.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to say that being a christian isn't being passive. the holy spirit will not anoint you if you don't ask for it (be it speaking in tongues or not). God won't bless you if you don't claim it by faith and ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, to the person i talked to on the bus, let's just pray yeap (: many people have left, many people have come back. it's all within their choices and the CALLING of GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113193949758583131?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113193949758583131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113193949758583131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113193949758583131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113193949758583131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/project-intercult-done.html' title='project intercult done!'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113193057635377289</id><published>2005-11-14T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:57.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 weekends </title><content type='html'>what an anointed weekend! 6 services with Rev Ulf Elkman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i shall spare the details, what God tells me.. sometimes needs to be hidden. hurhur. i'm no &lt;s&gt;more a&lt;/s&gt; social butterfly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all about the calling of God. whether you're on the right track, what to do once you're on the right track and how to sustain being in line with God's will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. now currently with brina and xiangrong doing Intercultural Communication.. will update &amp; elaborate later. tata sauce! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113193057635377289?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113193057635377289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113193057635377289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113193057635377289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113193057635377289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/6-weekends.html' title='6 weekends '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113159249497481544</id><published>2005-11-10T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:57.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shucks..</title><content type='html'>i've got phelgm in my nose and in my throat.. no one wants to kiss me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tabernacle bible studies last night was uber good. it convicted me.. esp when Ps Kong mentioned : &lt;i&gt;bend&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;YOUR WILL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; toward's GOD's WILL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i mean, i always made myself say (in dire situations) "Father, THY will be done" and i didn't mention anything about MY own will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a new and more sensible way to think about myself in tough situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOB is a good character to be inspired by, OUT OF HIS OWN SHEER WILLPOWER he praised the Lord in tough times, even when he has tumours all over his bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fwoar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. time to be convicted. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113159249497481544?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113159249497481544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113159249497481544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113159249497481544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113159249497481544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/shucks.html' title='shucks..'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113143436764248107</id><published>2005-11-08T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:57.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick..?</title><content type='html'>currently in CG class .. ( i know , don't whack me for not paying attention, right now Mr CartoonNetwork is rambling about upcoming events which i'm not really interested in going for )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally had all the lectures at one go, Non Fiction Production, Studio Production, Drama Production and Short Film &amp; Video Scriptwriting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. i can feel the masscommish paperwork piling up. no qualms though. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have officially fallen sick.&lt;br /&gt;very glam, with my constant sexy ho(a)rse voice and phelgm filled throat.&lt;br /&gt;hot(fore)-head(ed) and sleepy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bones are aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay, spirit is on fire while my flesh is.. fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday , i spent about nearly 45 minutes just praying and praying.. praying for nearly everyone that came to my mind. and i finally understood the hidden and underestimated power of prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a happy believer.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113143436764248107?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113143436764248107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113143436764248107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113143436764248107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113143436764248107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/sick.html' title='sick..?'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113138912819096796</id><published>2005-11-08T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:57.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate my laggy lap</title><content type='html'>so it's 0242 and i'm still awake. thanks to my nice power nap in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ack.. i hope i have enough strength. tomorrow's a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, did i grouse about just how much i hate my timetable? everyday i end at like 5, 6 or 7? my tan is gonna be gonee!! :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;further more, some of my classes start at like 1pm. which reeeks. of filth. ngeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap, now my computer's lagging. of all times. oh joy. a long entry cut really short. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113138912819096796?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113138912819096796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113138912819096796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113138912819096796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113138912819096796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hate-my-laggy-lap.html' title='i hate my laggy lap'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113133182859284897</id><published>2005-11-07T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:57.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Exorcism of Emily Rose</title><content type='html'>watched The Exorcism of Emily Rose.. it wasn't really much of a horror movie.. it was rather.. a documentary that covered the last few days of Emily's Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who played Emily Rose by the way, is the same girl who played one of the bimbotic trio in the White Chicks. yes, remember her? "TINA THE TALKING TUMMMYYYY" in the dressing room, the girl who always thought she was fat. HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but overall, it's a good show, not much star factor, but at least it caught my attention instead of boring me to sleep (whoever knows me should know that i'd rather talk to people on an outing rather than sitting down in a dark room, no interaction, just a bright luminous screen in front of you.. hur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, now i feel like watching more exorcism movies.. but any idea which exorcism movie of any kind isn't catholic based? i've seen enuff of those.. time for some protestant ones.. but i think we call 'em deliverance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, afterward, went to selegie road for some boardgames cafe.. funn playing monopoly after so long. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, it was great catching up with the other cellgroup people.. it's been so long since i've gone out with my own cg.. i guess everyone's kinda busy. guys, let's make some time out yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113133182859284897?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113133182859284897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113133182859284897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113133182859284897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113133182859284897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/exorcism-of-emily-rose.html' title='The Exorcism of Emily Rose'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113078209463701702</id><published>2005-11-01T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:56.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ideal girl</title><content type='html'>just came back from a SPIZE night with the YL Men.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were discussing about women and their ideal other half preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might as well list mine here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-medium length hair&lt;br /&gt;-highlights would great!&lt;br /&gt;-a bit shorter than me&lt;br /&gt;-small eyes&lt;br /&gt;-eclectic fashion sense&lt;br /&gt;(sounds so much like keshia... don't worry charlie, as lovable as she is, my eyes aren't on her =D.) &lt;br /&gt;-firm believer of God&lt;br /&gt;-accountable + faithful&lt;br /&gt;-disciplinarian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i've met her? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT- sorry, will not entertain anyone from the cyber world. hurhur. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113078209463701702?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113078209463701702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113078209463701702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113078209463701702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113078209463701702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/11/ideal-girl.html' title='the ideal girl'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113075854727757366</id><published>2005-10-31T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:56.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to ISchool</title><content type='html'>1st day of school.. 8am. IS level 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neatness, and assignments are coming in already, but i've done it all. *prances around* tralala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness for 2 public holidays this week, as well as 2 lectures+tutorials that are cancelled this week. so yayness to a smooth and non-cold-turkey transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you all had a nice IS day today! how was yours? :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113075854727757366?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113075854727757366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113075854727757366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113075854727757366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113075854727757366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-to-ischool.html' title='back to ISchool'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113056149900303542</id><published>2005-10-29T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:56.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days </title><content type='html'>ugh, such a sick feeling knowing that the impending doom i.e SCHOOL is back on in 2 days time. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes my white skin back, no time to tan / swim.. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least the shift to expo is in 5 weeks. yayynesssssss! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113056149900303542?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113056149900303542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113056149900303542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113056149900303542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113056149900303542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/10/2-days.html' title='2 days '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-113029797238679264</id><published>2005-10-26T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:56.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hongkong-ed baby!! </title><content type='html'>back from hongkong! and if you are wise enough to see that i type fatter.. yes, people say that they can SEE that you're getting fatter, but how about judgine from my typing? k not funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retail therapy is erm..therapeutic (congrats, the stupidest statement of the century).. my jacket craze has died down coz i bought 3/4 .. i've no idea how many.. jeans craze has died down to .. 4/5 ..seriously lost count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school on monday, it reeeeeks. darn it, i finish school when the sun goes down, that means packing into crowded MRTs and buses again, being late for CG and not being able to get a tannnnnnn )))))): mon - fri 12,7,6,5,6 (thank gooodness for monday's IS to be in the morning, but next term would be 1-5 instead of 8-12 =[)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip was CRAMMED with shopping, i felt so much like some bargain-starved aunty there, Jordan Market, Jardine's Bazaar, ShenZhen ... ohmygershwinmusical, i have lotsa clothes! but as they say, when there's an input, there's an output.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be filtering some of my old clothes. as well as paint my rooom wallllllllllllllls. finally stopped procrastinating, colin chong pokpok &amp; brontaye chua is helping me tomorrow. w00000ts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogsurfing as usual, and the wickedness in the air is like the stench of Jezebel (bible-literates would know what i mean), the thought of just cruelty to others.. i mean, have you ever thought that what you say and what you blog is different? to blog about (examples) pretty pink stars and ponys prancing in a long meadow field with unicorns with a long stick.. while in real life you're telling others about things that do NOT concern you i.e Gossip mongering, Bitching, Malice, ill will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then karma (or rather, YRWYS [you reap what you sow]) hits, you do a bad thing, a worst thing comes to you, and you don't realise your mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book of Phillipians, Paul talks about having confidence in the flesh. Flesh.. is just like it is, it's physical, it's short term gratification. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There must be more than this..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but enough ranting. it just makes me feel like i'm complainin and whinin. i'm just warning those with tongues of acid and malice, be careful and wise as to not place your plough on another man's field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i highlight my hair? hmm. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-113029797238679264?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/113029797238679264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=113029797238679264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113029797238679264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/113029797238679264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/10/hongkong-ed-baby.html' title='Hongkong-ed baby!! '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112994651824286489</id><published>2005-10-22T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:56.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving for hong kong!</title><content type='html'>here i am at one of the "free internet surfing" stations in Changi Airport Terminal 2. on the way to HONGKONG BABY!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. k. that was kinda fake, and it kinda is.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a bummer, i dunno man, i just hate leaving Singapore.. the same way i felt just when i went to australia. ngeh, packing, u know, travelling, turbulence on plane *gags*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, will be gone for 5 days. yeaaaaaaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland? i don't know man, judging from the newspapers about it being very crowded due to the injection of tourists from neighbouring countries, i doubt that i'll have the patience to actually maneuver my way through them. bah. gimme some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the service this week (i went for service 1) was about us being &lt;b&gt;PILLARS&lt;/B&gt; in the house of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the whole sermon, the most essential point was this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God would NEVER give us something that is too big for us to hold/conquer/maintain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, even if you're not a christian/believer, this also applies to life i suppose... would Lecturers give you an exam that you won't be able to pass &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note : Provided you studied and the lecturers weren't so kns~ to put in extra chapters and stuff like that (btw, the "~" is my kaawaiii statement of the day. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, my tenacity is definitely showing in CHC... but during worship, it dawned upon me [or rather, a reminder] ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without love, all i'm doing .. is in vain. to love someone is to sacrifice. to love is to be patient, love is both commitment and passion. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm rooting myself in CHC for sure.. but.. am i going somewhere? that's the more important question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm definitely opting for either Drama or Choir Ministry, that's unless my leaders object or advise me for another ministry (even though Sis YL did prompt me to go Drama though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll take it from here yea, it's definitely in the Arts .. but as for Leadership and stuff, it's all God's plan.. He'll mould me into something which i can HANDLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar. okay, you know that but typing this line, i'm just hogging the cpu, hurhur, but, out of all 5 stations, i'm the only one using this. so yeah, hog hog hog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k. this is a redundant statement. so yeap. i'm ending here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you guys in 5 days time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112994651824286489?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112994651824286489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112994651824286489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112994651824286489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112994651824286489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/10/leaving-for-hong-kong.html' title='leaving for hong kong!'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112973877699931326</id><published>2005-10-20T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:56.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaabstaining from steamboat malahs..</title><content type='html'>i am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat again, for the 3rd time this month. and it's that fiery one @ Liang Seah St area, $15/month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food's good, but waiting time's disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note, i've started reading the bible again, and i love proverbs.. Wisdom. i need infinite riches of Wisdom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know man, i need to be positive, think positive. positive. positive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;positive? &lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;positive.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112973877699931326?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112973877699931326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112973877699931326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112973877699931326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112973877699931326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/10/aaaabstaining-from-steamboat-malahs.html' title='aaaabstaining from steamboat malahs..'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112956506675471717</id><published>2005-10-18T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:55.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running after... ?</title><content type='html'>the balls of my feet hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupro today, uber glam, as much as it's time consuming, i enjoy being camera person for once, shooting isn't that bad, it's not VERY hot, but rather very cold. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, Ms koM is very patient towards us, but pity she won't be teaching us when semester starts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sense an A! i claim it by faith! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, went running with a few of the YL ZONE Men.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much enjoyed myself, aside from the fact that i've never jogged for so long, let alone 5km.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of my CTB(CloseToBest) Friend Keepeng, he pushed himself to the max to finish the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this really reflects what God wants us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not asking for the PERFECT race where you continously run @ top speed ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but rather, you be slow and steady and FINISH the race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such analogies :)  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112956506675471717?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112956506675471717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112956506675471717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112956506675471717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112956506675471717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/10/running-after.html' title='running after... ?'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112926540619725872</id><published>2005-10-14T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:55.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm ready for TGIF!</title><content type='html'>my God is a God of Multiplication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from just 1 friend to 8 friends. hallelujah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Drama's really shaking up, it's so so so funny, i think that i myself would bawl out laughing (i know it's a contradiction)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmyword, TGIF is in less than 7 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you ready to board Agape's Airline?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112926540619725872?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112926540619725872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112926540619725872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112926540619725872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112926540619725872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-ready-for-tgif.html' title='i&apos;m ready for TGIF!'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112918837802037756</id><published>2005-10-13T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:55.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shouts of joy!</title><content type='html'>in case any of you guys ( i bet &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; of you guys) EVER notice that PROFILE window... most of my wishlist is being strucked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooray for funky collared tees from the land down under! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayness for that uber glam jacket from queensway! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahoo for that cool big chunky red watch from citilink! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoochiekoochie (so i ran outta verbally shouts of joy, sue me!) for a tanned body! :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been pretty much stressed. TGIF is tomorrow. the drama's picking up.. the song's doing good. but my outreach from 11 people to 1.. it's quite pathetic honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but EVERYTHING is subjected to change ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the 10 people : or rather, that 1 person whom everyone else would not go when you didn't go. it's okay. i mean, you reap what you sow, that's my motto. so yea, :) you're still my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for i do everything heartily unto the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ministry's calling me, but i don't know where to go. Choir seems so far away .. Cell group ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;share with y'all a little something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week's service with guest speaker Rev. Carl Gustaff.. i was worshipping, and when the presence of God was filling the auditorium, i just asked Him : "Lord, what can i do to fulfill the kingdom's purpose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tend my sheep" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i felt so uplifted .. no tears, but more of like, "yes" filled with determination and joy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to live by visions and prophecies, it's like.. a small glimpse of what the future holds for me &lt;u&gt; IF I WALK RIGHTEOUSLY&lt;/U&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i feel that visions are just visions afterall, they will never come to past without the recipe of FAITH and ACTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the mighty have fallen thanks to the lack of either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the change within me has somewhat fluctuated, i do talk alot to the Holy Spirit [pardon me if i sound a bit How-Great-Is-Our-God preachy today] .. the walk is certainly there, however, what i'm worried about is quality as well.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the places i've been to, the people i've mingled with .. it really just moulds me.. God is afterall the potter, but when i'm bent out of shape, would i, the clay figurine be willing to let him press His fingers to make me whole and rounded again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, i'm not talking about my physical body being round. harhar, no more fat albert-like isaac. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, imma be off to Art Friend ta get some materials for the props for TGIF tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112918837802037756?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112918837802037756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112918837802037756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112918837802037756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112918837802037756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/10/shouts-of-joy.html' title='shouts of joy!'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112892099397244658</id><published>2005-10-10T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:55.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF.. sooon!</title><content type='html'>so here i am, so far away from my house, in the abode of Mr shaun chirstopher Teo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was all about cycling back and forth petrol stations comparing the prices in ice cream tubs (only which we then compromised to the less glam Marigold Raspberry Ripple for $5+) and going to the nearby less-than-glam-like-Spize Supper shop for a &lt;i&gt;vegetarian&lt;/i&gt; Kway Teow Pattaya.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, speaking of fasting.. i'm back in the spirit of fasting. it really does wonders to your spiritual self.. coz i feel that when you fast, you're somewhat starving your physical man.. allowing your spiritual man to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;munching on a kinder bueno now, chocolate never tasted so good. and i doubt pounds are gonna kick in, coz i'm abstaining from meat ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as for lunch with yongmin tomorrow, darn, fish and co. salad and chips? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prayer meeting sooon for TGIF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Venue : YMCA, Main Auditorium&lt;br /&gt;Time : 7:30pm&lt;br /&gt;Price : FREE Of Charge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be a fun night of fellowship, praise &amp; Worship as well as a play called "This Time" .. yours truly is part of the cast. hur. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyone of you guys wanna come for a friday night party instead of the regular drinks+dance routine. just msg me yo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the TGIF play is going on pretty well i suppose, everyone's really putting in their part of the play, the bones are there, but it's time to 'fatten' it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's amazing. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112892099397244658?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112892099397244658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112892099397244658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112892099397244658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112892099397244658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/10/tgif-sooon.html' title='TGIF.. sooon!'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112861634521530910</id><published>2005-10-07T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:55.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay! exam results! </title><content type='html'>Animation Foundation - B&lt;br /&gt;Camera &amp; Lighting - C+&lt;br /&gt;IEvents Management - PX&lt;br /&gt;Non Linear Editing - B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Production Planning - B+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Semester GPA - 2.9667&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00ts. okay. i'm kidna happy overall. althought i'm kinda upset that i only got B+.. darn you mr m**d**n, i was banking on that module to get my first ever A. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NLE i'm surprised too. .was expecting a B+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, i'm overall kinda happy, Praise God! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seek the kingdom of God first .. and? (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. tralallaa.. i hope i can qualify for NTU's Art Design &amp; Media.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112861634521530910?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112861634521530910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112861634521530910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112861634521530910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112861634521530910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/10/yay-exam-results.html' title='yay! exam results! '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112773224061940213</id><published>2005-09-26T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:55.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorious Redeemer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I love You with all my heart, &lt;u&gt;trust You with ALL i have&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for You hold the heavens and earth, in Your hands.&lt;br /&gt;You died on the cross for me, &lt;b&gt;took &lt;u&gt;ALL&lt;/u&gt; my sin and shame&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name is Holy, exalted above all earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorious Redeemer, You have paid for my life, &lt;br /&gt;You have gone before me, &lt;b&gt;now i walk, by Your side&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my hands to You lord, You are worthy of my praise&lt;br /&gt;Jesus reigns, Jesus You reign..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i ask, that i may dwell in Your house forever.&lt;br /&gt;One thing i ask, that i may dwell in Your house forever..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i sing or remember this song, i always feel the presence of God around me, His oh so tangible presence I yearn to embrace, that membrane that i just have to press into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just .... wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112773224061940213?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112773224061940213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112773224061940213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112773224061940213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112773224061940213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/glorious-redeemer.html' title='Glorious Redeemer.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112766537619490545</id><published>2005-09-26T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:55.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahem, i'm sunny and uber-emo. </title><content type='html'>i recently got this 45 question survey from kok, and i decided to send it to my friends.. i got a few very touching and funny ones.. i'll add some more as soon as i receive 'em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;[4] How have I affected you? encourage me there are still souls in fsv waiting to be saved - &lt;i&gt; LeeLing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. sunny! always happy!  - &lt;i&gt;Pearly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23] What do you think my weakness is? emo! - &lt;i&gt;Pearly again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112766537619490545?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112766537619490545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112766537619490545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112766537619490545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112766537619490545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/ahem-im-sunny-and-uber-emo.html' title='ahem, i&apos;m sunny and uber-emo. '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112746297868909230</id><published>2005-09-23T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:54.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MomoAftermOth. HAHA. </title><content type='html'>oh &lt;i&gt;shitake mushrooms&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during work yesterday, my head was throbbing and throbbing. even at the cashier's point, i felt as though someone stuck a fork in my eye, into my brain and swirled it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and worst of all worstests, i didn't go to MoMo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/ sighhhh, kesh darling, i am &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;a bummerfully sorry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; let's go shopping or something one day can.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngeh. and i haven't swam or gymmed or &lt;b&gt;TANNED&lt;/b&gt; for so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tears though, CG is on tonight. w00ts. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112746297868909230?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112746297868909230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112746297868909230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112746297868909230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112746297868909230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/momoaftermoth-haha.html' title='MomoAftermOth. 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'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112737359783865814</id><published>2005-09-22T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:54.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MomoSicko</title><content type='html'>uber glam right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonights the MoMo party and i'm like.. feverish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thou shan't backeth out of this partaye! i shall go and leave earlier :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummer. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112737359783865814?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112737359783865814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112737359783865814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112737359783865814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112737359783865814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/momosicko.html' title='MomoSicko'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112729089689261538</id><published>2005-09-21T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:54.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waxing waxing. </title><content type='html'>somehow, i'm always a man of nostalgia ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first time i went to CHC, it was disturbing for me, i meant, the stereotype of all churches being solemn and all. hur. what a shock it was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first time i went to SPIZE, with bronty, Shuling, Deborah .. and shared a chicken murtabak with shaun chua (i remember that loh!).. the nice ambience, the grooovy wordly music, and so-so prices makes it a top in my supper places. ICE LIMAU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first time i went for cellgroup, it was the then e373/374 combined cellgroup @ Carol's house, i was sweating bollocks then coz i was glam enuff to wear jeans.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remmeber the first time i brought my first friend to church, xiaotian, hur, the awesomeness of sharing the gospel with a non-believer.. i think it's just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your love is beautiful, it's the reason why i sing.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112729089689261538?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112729089689261538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112729089689261538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112729089689261538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112729089689261538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/waxing-waxing.html' title='waxing waxing. '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112728905978778440</id><published>2005-09-21T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:54.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all about , all about meeeee. </title><content type='html'>do this quiz &lt;a href="http://quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i wouldn't say i'm an EFFICIENT problem solver, but i'd do my best to accomodate both parties..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;haha, maybe i've found the perfect girl? but it's too early yo..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;no comments, being in past homosexual datings.. HUR. okay, that's totally different&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yeap, strong bonds are close bonds that i bond to bond with. LOL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hrms, rather EARN than LEARN. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;see previous post, totally true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success in your career is not the most important thing in life. You are content with what you have and think that being with someone you love is more than spending all of your precious time just working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hrms, that i'm not so sure, i've never tasted true success nor tasted real love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;my vice : craving for attention and acceptance.. i guess my true solace is in God!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;MATURE?! like.. maybe not yet. hurhur. i'm an emotional napsack lar, i usually follow the book, but when it comes to affairs of the heart, the heart has the affairs. lol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working soon, and like a week to brisbaine? it just seems like yesterday when i was pondering on whether i should go, but i miss cousin tammy mucho (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and darn, 2 weeks time, intensive TV Studio Production. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note (just look at the sky now, so gloomy), I GOT MY PAYCHECK! w00ts. another month of building fund done... :)))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God through whom &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; blessings flow! :D &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112728905978778440?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112728905978778440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112728905978778440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112728905978778440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112728905978778440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-about-all-about-meeeee.html' title='all about , all about meeeee. '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112719181689434633</id><published>2005-09-20T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:54.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sashimi Kok Mei Hua</title><content type='html'>when i grow up, i want to do something, that involves creativity everyday, not just punching in numbers from one column to the other using excel from 9am-5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do something, that squeezes my brain juices as well as edifies the word of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working at Quidam tonight, tomorrow night and the night after tomorrow night (wad a long redundant sentence). and MoMo's on thursday, keeeeeeshia!! ^_^ loooolooooopoks!!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sushi buffet with the long awaited denise kok MEI HUA. (okay, kok, don't kill me. HUEY FEN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuffing myself with oriental carbohydrates stuffed with cold protein. nyum nyum. having balls of laughter by finding CREATIVE ways to hide the rice and all. ohmygourd, do you know? that the chopstick case? underneath, there is a squared hole, i stuffed in some of the sushi rice innit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm glam. w00ts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112719181689434633?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112719181689434633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112719181689434633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112719181689434633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112719181689434633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/sashimi-kok-mei-hua.html' title='Sashimi Kok Mei Hua'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112684790905012899</id><published>2005-09-16T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:54.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secure insecurity</title><content type='html'>my muscles still ache from monday's gym.. yes, it was that much of a pro workout. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to carol on wed night. i'm being stable in God's house, thus the melancholic bittersweet "insecurity".. my insecurity.. is actually. KNOWING that you're a christian and KNOWING that the Holy Spirit is within. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to quote ecclessiaties again (darn the spelling), a season for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not be on fire for God now, but that small but significant amount still remains within. so yeah, i've just got to push through another hurdle by challenging myself, rising my expectancy level up to my faith level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;burn it deep, within my soul, new strength and fire O Lord...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112684790905012899?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112684790905012899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112684790905012899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112684790905012899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112684790905012899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/secure-insecurity_16.html' title='secure insecurity'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112657794059805013</id><published>2005-09-13T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:53.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cirque job update.</title><content type='html'>ecclesiastes says that there is a &lt;u&gt;SEASON&lt;/u&gt; for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm drier than a seahorse on the washed upshore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying my best to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my arms ache, probably coz of my intense gymming routine, thank to elinn, stupid toots manhandled me. LOL. but it aches until it's satisfying. weird right? right? self-inflicted pain = I LIKE!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. i'm rambling in circles, anyhoo. oh yeah. i haven't said mucho about my cirque job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's pretty entertaining, the show (from the TVs located in the merch tents) seem good, should watch it soon, gotta ask xinying when. However, it's smoldering hot in the tents, NO ventilation cept for the entrances on both sides. yes i know, please scream wtf now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replenishing the clothes and booklets are pretty simple since i've pretty much know the warehouse like the back o my hand. the supervisors are nice and prettaye, and my fellow colleagues are buzzing, both working hard and talking smart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna tan, methinks that i'm getting too addicted to changing my body instead o my spirit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's a season for everything(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at that sun, such an inviting sun. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112657794059805013?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112657794059805013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112657794059805013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112657794059805013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112657794059805013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/cirque-job-update.html' title='cirque job update.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112632920441553412</id><published>2005-09-10T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:53.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NuMBeRs SuRVeY.</title><content type='html'>20 people you can think of right off your head:&lt;br /&gt;1. Elf&lt;br /&gt;2. Carol&lt;br /&gt;3. Valerie Teo&lt;br /&gt;4. Lizzy&lt;br /&gt;5. Colin&lt;br /&gt;6. Matthew&lt;br /&gt;7. Keepeng&lt;br /&gt;8. Keshia!&lt;br /&gt;9. Serene&lt;br /&gt;10. Weiming&lt;br /&gt;11. Debbie&lt;br /&gt;12. Xinying&lt;br /&gt;13. Joshua Tan&lt;br /&gt;14. Charlie Phua&lt;br /&gt;15. Noel&lt;br /&gt;16. Clarice&lt;br /&gt;17. Reza&lt;br /&gt;18. Althea&lt;br /&gt;19. Justin Chong&lt;br /&gt;20. Kailin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How did you meet 13?:&lt;br /&gt;- Church. the first time i met him was when i got reshuffled into e374 along wit him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What would you do if you never met 5?:&lt;br /&gt;- i would be able to control my burps. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What do you honestly think of 10?:&lt;br /&gt;- good fashion guru. and he's sexy and he deserves an awesome partner! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever liked no.3?:&lt;br /&gt;- haha. of course! she brought me to church yo. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If 1 died tomorrow, what is one thing that you would like to do?:&lt;br /&gt;- go out for a dosage of elf one more time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would 2 and 11 make a good couple?:&lt;br /&gt;- Carol &amp; Debbie? no. lol. but friends. certainly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you think 12 is hot?:&lt;br /&gt;- no. lol. she's friendly and big-sisterly though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would 1 and 17 make a lovely couple?:&lt;br /&gt;- oh. elf and reza? could be. both are gorgeous wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tell me something about 11:&lt;br /&gt;- She's pretty quiet but she tolerates my nonsensical humour. so yeah. she's aiiiiiiiiite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do you know any of 3's family members?:&lt;br /&gt;- i sorta know the mum la. the importer of Q balls into singapore. wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On a scale of 1-10 how cute is 14?:&lt;br /&gt;- 20! *DING DING DING* Charlie Barney Phua is one of the cutest guys who's attached to an equally glam girl. :) ilu keshia + Charlie! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What would you do if 4 just professed their undying love for you:&lt;br /&gt;- I'd say, Sister, let's see how it goes. LOL. but i DOUBT that it'll happen anytime now. anyhoo, i'm happy being her bro in Christ. and i wish to stay that way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What language does 19 speak?:&lt;br /&gt;- Chinglish. haha. chinese + english rather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who is 8 going out with?:&lt;br /&gt;- OHMYGOSH. DUH! CHARLIE PHUA!!!!!! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would 18 and 5 make a good couple?:&lt;br /&gt;- Althea and Colin? hmmmm.. naw. they'll probably joke each other to death. but never say never i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When was the last time you talked to 6?:&lt;br /&gt;- so long ago, after bible studies 3 weeks ago at YMCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is 18's favorite band?&lt;br /&gt;- City Harvest Worship Team, Christian City Church Music Ministry! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Does 4 have any siblings?:&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Older and 1 Younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would you ever date 1?:&lt;br /&gt;- i'd rather choke on a straw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would you ever date 7?:&lt;br /&gt;- sorry, homosexuality is so out. he's my bestest brother who rocks my socks and cools my shoes. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is 15 single?:&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-what is 19s last name?:&lt;br /&gt;- CHONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is 3's middle name?:&lt;br /&gt;- Last time it was Valerie 'Regular' Teo. coz i knew there were 3 vals in masscomm, haha, and that was her "coin-ed" term. not anymore. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What is 10's fantasy?:&lt;br /&gt;- being happy with a partner he loves and vice versa, staying together, being the trademark yuppie couple. am i right duugongs? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would 14 and 19 make a good couple?:&lt;br /&gt;- no, i don't think keshia would approve of that. :/ *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What school does 16 go to?:&lt;br /&gt;- Ngee Ann Polytechnic, School of Film &amp; Media Studies - Diploma in Mass Communications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What school does 1 go to?:&lt;br /&gt;- Ngee Ann Polytechnic, School of Film &amp; Media Studies - Diploma in Mass Communications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Where does 9 live?:&lt;br /&gt;- in JayBee.. where ringgits live. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Would you make out with 13?:&lt;br /&gt;- ew. this is a sick survey. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Are 5 and 6 best friends? :&lt;br /&gt;- i won't say best, but close bra-daaas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is 20 older than you?:&lt;br /&gt;- same age, but i'm older than 3 months! woo. *shakes pomspoms* unglam chuakaiLAME. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-is 4 the sexiest bitch alive?:&lt;br /&gt;- sexy? no. bitch? no. but cute lizzard. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-is 17 your ex?&lt;br /&gt;- i wish. hurhur. jkjk. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-do you ever see yourself with 12 and 18?&lt;br /&gt;- I do have outings with Xinying, Althea too with the rest of the bible studies crew on wednesdays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- how is 2 ?&lt;br /&gt;- My Close friend, confidante, counsellor!! :)))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112632920441553412?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112632920441553412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112632920441553412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112632920441553412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112632920441553412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/numbers-survey.html' title='NuMBeRs SuRVeY.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112632821310250922</id><published>2005-09-10T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:53.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ngeh. </title><content type='html'>every week, i'm being pushed back and back.. into my past.. and then when it comes to friday, i'm pushed forward, then saturday, i'm pushed to the top of the hill, the victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, sunday comes. i'm sliding back, like a wheelchair on grease downward a 45 degrees hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a motivator.. to others. :/ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112632821310250922?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112632821310250922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112632821310250922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112632821310250922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112632821310250922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/ngeh.html' title='ngeh. '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112628650026571607</id><published>2005-09-10T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:53.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dad.</title><content type='html'>here i am, in the middle of the night, the only source of light in my room illuminates from the laptop screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop crying. i don't know why.. but i do not one of the reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my dad. after many months of resisting or rather hiding it in the deep closets of my mind, it has finally gushed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered the first time he kissed me, it was when i fell down when i was 5 years old... i bruised my knee on the driveway, he picked me up and wrapped me in his arms, and he kissed me and sayang-ed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered the first time he strangled me it was becoz i didn't pass up my GEP registration form on time. he thought THAT highly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like such a jerk for doing so many bad things to him right before he contracted the tumour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112628650026571607?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112628650026571607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112628650026571607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112628650026571607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112628650026571607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/dad.html' title='dad.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112611384448216014</id><published>2005-09-08T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:53.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When i was 16, am 18, become 20. </title><content type='html'>when i was 16...&lt;br /&gt;i was worried about not playing basketball during recess&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm 18;&lt;br /&gt;i am worried about not swimming at least 2wice a week&lt;br /&gt;when i become 20;&lt;br /&gt;i am worried that i'll get uneven tanlines in my army days! &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was 16...&lt;br /&gt;i was fat&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm 18;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sexy and slim. (okay, maybe just the latter)&lt;br /&gt;when i become 20;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm muscular. or at least, toned. HUR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was 16...&lt;br /&gt;i had short crew cut black hair&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm 18;&lt;br /&gt;i have short crew cut black hair (with a tinge of leftover dye)&lt;br /&gt;when i become 20;&lt;br /&gt;i will have SHORTER crew cut black hair ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was 16...&lt;br /&gt;baggy pants and beach brands!&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm 18;&lt;br /&gt;nicely cut/fitted T-shirt AND formal shirts (those who know me for a long time, please, pick up your jaw from the ground!)&lt;br /&gt;when i become 20;&lt;br /&gt;army uniforms. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was 16...&lt;br /&gt;i had red lips&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm 18;&lt;br /&gt;i have red lips &lt;br /&gt;when i become 20;&lt;br /&gt;i will have red lips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was 16...&lt;br /&gt;i mugged everyday in the library, whilst listening to a 2nd hand CD player&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm 18;&lt;br /&gt;i pretty much stay at home, listening to my MP3 player&lt;br /&gt;when i become 20;&lt;br /&gt;i will be in camp, listening to crap instructions from an officer probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was 16...&lt;br /&gt;i was gay and lonely&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm 18;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;U&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; gay and always accompanied, by GOD (:&lt;br /&gt;when i become 20;&lt;br /&gt;i will go out and help other gay,lonely people. with my red lips. HAHA KEEEPENG -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112611384448216014?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112611384448216014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112611384448216014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112611384448216014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112611384448216014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-i-was-16-am-18-become-20.html' title='When i was 16, am 18, become 20. '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112602313192151215</id><published>2005-09-07T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:53.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woo wee. robot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cyborgname.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cyborgname.com/webimages/governor2k3-TIMOTHY.png"&lt;br /&gt;width="240" height="180"&lt;br /&gt;alt="Transforming Intelligent Machine Optimized for Troubleshooting and Hazardous Yelling"&lt;br /&gt;border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112602313192151215?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112602313192151215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112602313192151215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112602313192151215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112602313192151215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/woo-wee-robot.html' title='woo wee. robot!'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112593077283388472</id><published>2005-09-05T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:52.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new shirt. </title><content type='html'>to the Wise Old Walrus, my close firend WOW :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get well mano! headaches are temporary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimming today went alright i suppose, now there's a so darn obvious tan line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddddd.. dinner with pearly &amp; deborah and a place near aljunied. nothing fantastic. company's good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit o shopping @ PS, FINALLY GOT A BRAND NEW SHIRT FOR SERVICE FROM POA at $34.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm. $34.50. BE A MAN, DO THE RIGHT THING. HAHAHA. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112593077283388472?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112593077283388472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112593077283388472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112593077283388472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112593077283388472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-shirt.html' title='new shirt. '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112588828332342265</id><published>2005-09-05T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:52.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new windowsss!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2958/1270/1600/DSCN4043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2958/1270/320/DSCN4043.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2958/1270/1600/DSCN4041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2958/1270/320/DSCN4041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2958/1270/1600/DSCN4040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2958/1270/320/DSCN4040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above : BEFORE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2958/1270/1600/DSCN4054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2958/1270/320/DSCN4054.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2958/1270/1600/DSCN4055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2958/1270/320/DSCN4055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2958/1270/1600/DSCN4056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2958/1270/320/DSCN4056.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) wad can i say, i love the transparency. hurhurr. finally some extra light entering my room. no more living in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when there is night there'll be a shining light .."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112588828332342265?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112588828332342265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112588828332342265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112588828332342265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112588828332342265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-windowsss.html' title='new windowsss!!'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112584829078525001</id><published>2005-09-04T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:52.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timmy &amp; the Brontosaurus/Walrus/Armyman!</title><content type='html'>today, handsdown the best all-male group gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was shopping at centrepoint with keepeng, brontaye and josho.. we saw Carol doing her project there, dressing up the little teensy girly tots who wanted to be Disney Princesses! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to G2000 and Lacoste. and i'm falling for striped shirts, darn you keepeng, got me liking PINK STRIPES, so NOT timmy lars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. we had lunch at this quaint little malay shop at the killiney street alley. yummy, black plates fusion food! nothing really fantastic, but filling for 4 men with goood appetites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great fellowship lar. i really enjoyed their company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to Cafe Cartel @ Cinileisure for DESSERT and FWOAR. it's big lar. "VIKING AND THE ROCK" 4 men, 10 scoops of icecream + "OLD BISCUITS [timmy, 2005)(i.e cut up cookies)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's great when ya around brothers ((: &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112584829078525001?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112584829078525001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112584829078525001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112584829078525001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112584829078525001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/timmy-brontosauruswalrusarmyman.html' title='Timmy &amp; the Brontosaurus/Walrus/Armyman!'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112572213142743775</id><published>2005-09-03T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:52.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living in the truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Rain Down, all around the world we're singing&lt;br /&gt;Rain Down, can You hear the earth is singing&lt;br /&gt;Rain Down, my heart is dry but still i'm singing&lt;br /&gt;Rain Down, Rain it Down on Me.... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cellgroup was awesome, i have &lt;B&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt; ever shared a word during worship. but the Lord just told me to share John 17:17 "Sanctify the Truth, Your word is Truth" .. it tied pretty much with the sermon outline which was &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You NEED to know WHO you are in GOD&lt;br /&gt;2) Be a DO-ER of the WORD of GOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i know. pretty cool eh? the Holy Spirit moved reallllllll tangibly around the living room of Carol's . in our hearts. fwoar! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just amazes me.. constantly! ^^ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112572213142743775?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112572213142743775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112572213142743775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112572213142743775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112572213142743775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/living-in-truth.html' title='living in the truth'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112562301679391302</id><published>2005-09-02T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:52.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glorious morning.</title><content type='html'>to : my close friend - the wise old walrus (&lt;b&gt;WOW&lt;/b&gt;)  : tag lar! reading but not leaving your emblem on this vunderful site. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad a bummer, the sentosa trip with lania has been cancelled, thanks to the sun-don't-shine harbourfront. pffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been financially blessed, yayness! time to go *white chicks mode* SHOPPANGGGGGG!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can finally get the blazer i want. woooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know man, usually on mornings, i'm like. so. dead. and like now. i'm prancing around in my sleeping attire (oversized shirt and skimpy shorts NARF)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All around the world, let the praise begin!" - Hillsong &lt;i&gt;Your Love is Beautiful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112562301679391302?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112562301679391302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112562301679391302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112562301679391302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112562301679391302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/glorious-morning.html' title='glorious morning.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112554465676315530</id><published>2005-09-01T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:52.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>growing old</title><content type='html'>i went swimming yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this old couple in the pool, the husband was teaching the wife how to swim. the way he held her, so tender, so innocent and diligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112554465676315530?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112554465676315530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112554465676315530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112554465676315530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112554465676315530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/growing-old.html' title='growing old'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112551398652271831</id><published>2005-09-01T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:52.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>indigestion.</title><content type='html'>you reap what you sow. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112551398652271831?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112551398652271831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112551398652271831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112551398652271831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112551398652271831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/09/indigestion.html' title='indigestion.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112531809263589416</id><published>2005-08-29T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:52.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whimsical.</title><content type='html'>the combined 4 cellgroup BBQ a.k.a Carol's "mini-zone" was enjoyable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the games, the food, plussss, it's kinda sweet to have le finale meal (or the last supper so to speak) with the the old e374 before reshuffling. it's somewhat bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the angel and mortal game was exposed as well, thanks stuart and debbo for giving me the awesome gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks, it's been 5 months and again, reshuffling. that deja vu moment when i was back in valo/lizzy's cg moving over to xinying's.. hrm. what a familiar feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strategic planning .. quote unquote christopher. yeah, i guess it's for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhooo, getting outta the past *shakes off*, my new CG is gonna rock socks and cool shoes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E374 WEF 29th August 2005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CGL : Caroline Tham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Xinying&lt;br /&gt;2.Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;3.Clarice&lt;br /&gt;4.Colin&lt;br /&gt;5.Hanqing&lt;br /&gt;6.Timothy &lt;br /&gt;7.Justin Chong&lt;br /&gt;8.Yi Jie&lt;br /&gt;9.Noel&lt;br /&gt;10.Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;11.Pearly &lt;br /&gt;12.Joshua Tan&lt;br /&gt;13.Jonathan Lee&lt;br /&gt;14.Stuart&lt;br /&gt;15.Kim Han&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;male dominated, i know. colin chong! woo, spize nights spize nights *dances*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've gone over the phase/fad of blogging about school and it's uber plastic atmosphere, there are project mates, acquantences (speeeeling?) and there are friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need to pray fer discernment between acquaintences and friends, that recent news about a certain someone not liking me, wait, it's not very recent lar, it just confirms the rumour or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to quote the bible (and reference to benita's blog) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Luke 6&lt;br /&gt;Love your enemies.&lt;br /&gt;Do good to those who hate you,&lt;br /&gt;Bless those who curse you;&lt;br /&gt;pray for those who mistreat you. &lt;br /&gt;If someone strikes you on one cheek, turn to him the other also.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall pray for you, you know who you are. :) i WILL bless you. God made you and i WILL respect God's property and i shall FOLLOW in the path of the Lord at all times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You sow in tears, you reap in Joy. You reap what you sow.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for giving me the speed and diligence to completing my pre-production file right on time, i didn't even have to rush at all, was just casually doing it the night before. everything was in order, laminated cover page, bookmarks of the essential chapters, forms all signed with proper layout. I leave it into Abba's hands. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keshia : we gotta go out soon! nice bumping into ya at the library, even though i'm kinda heavily committed in church, doesn't mean i can't hang out with you yea?! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serene : thanks for putting that photo of you and i into your WebD journal, you still mean quite a lot ta me ya know!? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elf : hellooo. let's go out soon after your projects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay with me people, pretty long entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-IS  : Events Management-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big arigato to Darren, Val lim, Jaye &amp; Rachel for doing their respective parts in making this 'fictional' event a success. (: a good team yeah? let's TRY to stay in touch. good job all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the presentation was somewhat of an above average standard if i do say so myself, the reports were full of crap that it extended to 13 pages. good job val! haha. i hope TCC buys it. *snigger* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Volleyball-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to send in my resignation letter, i doubt i can fully focus on church if the exec comm of vball is taking my time. :/ it's tough to manage both. as much as i do like spending time with the committee and members, i'm afriad there's a time when there's a standard of priority in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this needs some reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-evangelism-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justin is pretty much stable in CHC. that's a good sign, i'm off to the harvest field again. I think i really have to hone in on my gifts from God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... since you are eager to have spiritual gifts, try to excel in gifts that build up the church " - 1 Cor 14:12 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the desires of my heart to have certain gifts may not be the same as God's plan, but i will follow Him anyway :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that pretty much sums up what i've been doing since the last entry. till next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay Holy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;tim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112531809263589416?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112531809263589416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112531809263589416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112531809263589416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112531809263589416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/whimsical.html' title='whimsical.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112496937363003223</id><published>2005-08-25T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:52.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the story.</title><content type='html'>a story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;a frog and a lion were good friends in the jungle. They used to yak all day long and talking about long term plans and reminicising the old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their friendship seemed ... sincere and truthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, after 6 years, the frog had to move nearer towards the river (which was pretty far from where they were originally located), while the lion was moved to the more rowdy and noisy place, somewhat the "central" district of the jungle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the frog lived in the river, tranquil and quiet, while he got to know more friends, the tadpoles, the lilies, the dragonflies etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the lion got used to the glamourisity of the central district, drinking in the attention she got for living in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;occasionally, the lion and frog would meet up for a chillout session, always concerned about each other's welfare (or so it seems). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, one day, the lion befriended a vulture, and it seemed to have had crossed paths with the frog before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vulture : do you know, i don't really like the frog? it seems to be clinging onto you constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lion : *thinks* hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just then, the zebra who was a friend of the frog, who was seated nearby where the conversation took place looked inquisitively at the lion, awaiting it's reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lion just agreed with the vulture at the nod of the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the zebra gallopped many days to reach the river district. and there she found the frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zebra : i just found out something, someone in you social circle isn't very fond of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frog : what do you mean? are you talking about the lion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zebra : yea, apparently the vulture said it doesn't like you for you are a leech that clings onto the lion, for the lion gets more attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frog : that's stupid! i never considered the lion as my best friend for so long as it has the puma and the giraffe as its best friends. i always thought of the lion as just a close, long-term friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zebra :well, that's what the lion agreed on with the vulture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the frog was so shocked, in the whole of the latest 2 years of its life, the frog knew that the person whom it could trust 99.99% was the lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but upon hearing from this, it's heart shattered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was not the first time the lion had backstabbed the frog. but the frog was forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what about now? &lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112496937363003223?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112496937363003223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112496937363003223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112496937363003223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112496937363003223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/story.html' title='the story.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112488803550285131</id><published>2005-08-24T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:51.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>job scope! </title><content type='html'>i got the cirque job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm most likely merchandising rep, else usher or box office ticketer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, when will i know about the other job.. hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. my stomach pains are coming back again. not good. shall plan to have a good dose of ENO fruit salts. wooop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, Getting Started's test was today, definitely pass! you're looking at a soon-to-be-Ordinary-Member of CHC! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, back to pre production planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112488803550285131?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112488803550285131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112488803550285131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112488803550285131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112488803550285131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/job-scope.html' title='job scope! '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112481973425202201</id><published>2005-08-24T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:51.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nary</title><content type='html'>the habit of blogging about school has somewhat diminished over the many incarnations of my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it appears that school bores me to death, now knowing that the semestral break is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a big jeer to the stupid STUPRO intensive crash course on the 3-7 of oct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it doesn't clash with my -hope-to-get-it- job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i do get this job btw, good salary! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm somewhat happy that i'm over the addiction of blogging. i'd rather spend time with God. QT (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GS's quiz is tomorrow after the last lesson. &gt;_&lt; everyone's been telling me that i won't fail. but i shouldn't rest on my laurels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, the insecure + worrying C in me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112481973425202201?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112481973425202201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112481973425202201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112481973425202201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112481973425202201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/nary.html' title='nary'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112472456384683626</id><published>2005-08-22T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:51.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another survey. KNOW ME BETTER BY READING LAR. </title><content type='html'>LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Isaac timothy CHan &lt;br /&gt;Birth date: 11th August 1987&lt;br /&gt;Birth place: Singapore &lt;br /&gt;Current Location: Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: short black hair. guai.&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: True blue righty&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope: Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage: Chinese Christian&lt;br /&gt;Shoes you wore today: my converse blacks&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: hur. you all should know..&lt;br /&gt;You perfect pizza: lotsa ham and cheese and pineapple. HAWAIIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY,&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your most overused phrase on MSN: &lt;br /&gt;unglam! &lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: good morning!!!&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: sexy red glossed lips&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: around 2am&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memories: secondary school, rebels! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke &lt;b&gt;LITE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: Burger King &lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: neither&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: adidas&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea: Lipton&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: i don't know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: briefly last time.&lt;br /&gt;Take showers: duh&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush(es): yea, but ya gotta control/kill it&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love: duh.&lt;br /&gt;Like(d) high school: yea. i missed it&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: around 35.&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness: hrms. dependso n how much i eat.&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents: yeap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: past month. yea.&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: rarely. got better things to do. &lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: no ): , it's been so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Chips Ahoy!&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: no ): anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating: not recently &lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: nopes.&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: nope.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything: nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a game that required removal of&lt;br /&gt;clothing: strip poker? nopes.&lt;br /&gt;Got beaten up: by my own bro, yes. otherwise, no.&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: compromise! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age you hoping to get married: maybe later thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Children: 2 daughters, 1 son. &lt;br /&gt;Describe your dream wedding: hurm. with the perfect partner God made fer me.&lt;br /&gt;Dream proposal: not just yet la. but maybe on one knee&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to die: sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to visit: Taiwan! shopping! eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: IN A PARTNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color?: brown.. is so mythical.. black oso can lah. &lt;br /&gt;Best hair?: neat&lt;br /&gt;Height::God chooses&lt;br /&gt;Personality: hrms, in terms of personality, a IC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of piercings: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of tattoos: none&lt;br /&gt;Number of times my name has appeared in the&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper: none&lt;br /&gt;Number of scars on my body: one on my chin.&lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my past that I regret: the number of years i left God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112472456384683626?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112472456384683626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112472456384683626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112472456384683626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112472456384683626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-survey-know-me-better-by.html' title='another survey. KNOW ME BETTER BY READING LAR. '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112469548707391231</id><published>2005-08-22T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:51.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa!</title><content type='html'>God is an awesome God! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: HE has blessed me with 4 jobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i get to choooooooooooooose (((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cup overfloweth! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112469548707391231?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112469548707391231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112469548707391231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112469548707391231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112469548707391231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/whoa.html' title='whoa!'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112456884526888277</id><published>2005-08-21T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:51.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>know me better please. </title><content type='html'>Top 3 favourite websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://www.chc.org.sg"&gt;CHC!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://www.miniclip.com"&gt;MiniClip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Favourite songs on playlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PlanetShakers - Open up the gates&lt;br /&gt;2. Hillsong - Now that You're Near&lt;br /&gt;3. Gwen Stefani - Hollaback Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ban Mee @ SIM&lt;br /&gt;2. Sheng Mian ( that crispy noodle thingy)&lt;br /&gt;3. Popiah opp. Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Coke Lite&lt;br /&gt;2. Cokie Lite&lt;br /&gt;3. Cooling stuff. Longan Drink? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. papaya! (rarely though) &lt;br /&gt;2. chocolateee&lt;br /&gt;3. water (yes, a snack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Indoor activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Laptop&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleeping while leaving FRIENDS on&lt;br /&gt;3. QT! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Outdoor activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Swimming&lt;br /&gt;2. Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;3. Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Accessories (that you own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the $10 watch [see previous entries]&lt;br /&gt;2. the blue glittery bracelet [it's METRO, not HOMO]&lt;br /&gt;3. my cross necklace [i need a new one though, so rusty]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Major expenses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Offerings to God &lt;br /&gt;2. Food&lt;br /&gt;3. Transport [i know, i'm very pragmatic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 3 Personalities of your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Specific &lt;br /&gt;2. Demanding&lt;br /&gt;3. Impatient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 most important people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sister Carol!&lt;br /&gt;2. the lovely E374&lt;br /&gt;3. My family [ God is not in this list, coz Automatically He's numero uno wad!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 favourite hangout places &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Home!&lt;br /&gt;2. Church!&lt;br /&gt;3. Cozy Cafes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 brands that i like&lt;br /&gt;1.Street / Warehouse sales [call me a scrooge!]&lt;br /&gt;2. Adidas&lt;br /&gt;3. New Urban Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 favourite soccer players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. don't&lt;br /&gt;2. watch&lt;br /&gt;3. soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 soccer clubs that i like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. manchester united&lt;br /&gt;2. &amp; nothing&lt;br /&gt;3. else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 soccer clubs that i hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything &lt;br /&gt;2. but&lt;br /&gt;3. Man U [i like red!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 favourite colours&lt;br /&gt;1. Red&lt;br /&gt;2. Black&lt;br /&gt;3. Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112456884526888277?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112456884526888277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112456884526888277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112456884526888277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112456884526888277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/know-me-better-please.html' title='know me better please. '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112435511833808137</id><published>2005-08-18T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:51.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new light into the room! </title><content type='html'>how glam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are 2 construction workers outside my window &lt;b&gt;on the 2nd floor&lt;/b&gt; of the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently they're scrapping away the messy paint that occurred after installation of the NEW WINDOWS! :)))))) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. no complaints. ^^ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112435511833808137?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112435511833808137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112435511833808137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112435511833808137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112435511833808137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-light-into-room.html' title='new light into the room! '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112421003940950651</id><published>2005-08-17T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:51.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>death.</title><content type='html'>depression again sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i neeeeeeeeeeeeeed health. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112421003940950651?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112421003940950651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112421003940950651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112421003940950651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112421003940950651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/death.html' title='death.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112412358121579860</id><published>2005-08-16T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:51.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the prayer. the prayer .. burden! </title><content type='html'>God, you gave me the spiritual gift of evangelism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; waste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want i want i want multiplication. i CLAIM it in THE name. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Jesus' name I pray,&lt;br /&gt;AMEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112412358121579860?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112412358121579860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112412358121579860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112412358121579860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112412358121579860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/prayer-prayer-burden.html' title='the prayer. the prayer .. burden! '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112411699350170877</id><published>2005-08-15T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:51.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tick tock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2958/1270/1600/Image0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2958/1270/200/Image023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snazzy eh? i bought it just now when i was walking through citylink. hurhur $10 la. chunky cute and RED! :))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i can strike something off my wishlist (which is on the profile page if ya didn't know &gt;_&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112411699350170877?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112411699350170877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112411699350170877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112411699350170877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112411699350170877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/tick-tock.html' title='tick tock'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112407895483514708</id><published>2005-08-15T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:50.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bout of minds. </title><content type='html'>i really wanna take the california fitness job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know that's not me talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the ol' isaac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timmy wants ta get the cirque job instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone knows how much fish and co pays? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112407895483514708?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112407895483514708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112407895483514708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112407895483514708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112407895483514708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/bout-of-minds.html' title='bout of minds. '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112382172599954551</id><published>2005-08-12T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:50.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 18th. </title><content type='html'>i &lt;3 e374. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i'm legal to club. anyone? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngeh. but not so often thank you, overkill is the worst thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a balanced life i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, back to cellgroup last night, they "surprised" me with a birthday cake, they made me drink 1/2 a lemon (yes, that lemon FRUIT) [no kick], then they blindfolded me, spun me around 10 times [no kick again], made me drink a 1.5l water at one shot [NO KICK!] and halfway thru they knew i wasn't backing down, so they stopped me, then they splash water on me (and that toots colin had to shoot water straight into my right eye &gt;_&lt;) .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got a sling bag for my present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it! i always wanted to do that design on my own bag, but guess wad, there isn't the need anymore. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhooooo.. the dares are not challenging enuff lar! but yeap. i can't wait ta club &lt;s&gt;again&lt;/s&gt; LEGALLY. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112382172599954551?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112382172599954551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112382172599954551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112382172599954551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112382172599954551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-18th.html' title='happy 18th. '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112359779637892953</id><published>2005-08-09T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:50.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 stars and that crescent moon</title><content type='html'>this year's national day was.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngeh, i wasn't exactly paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cell group was over today, and the best part of the parade was when the president was doing his inspiection on the guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President : How's my cologne? &lt;br /&gt;Officer : very good, SIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President : One Teh-O, 2 Kosong, dapao.&lt;br /&gt;Officer : YES , SIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President : Will i win the next election?&lt;br /&gt;Officer : ... *stares into the sky* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cellgroup event was awesome, the food that had the theme "Humble beginnings" .. mmm. awesome. (: food was great, porridge, youtiao, soya chicken, meatcubes, luncheon meat etc.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it was down to the International Building (next to SHAW tower) , that famous + EXPENSIVE hongkong dessert stall at the corner, with it's famous fruit puree ("mango pudding" quote unquote cheryl) ... expensive! ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventful national day it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112359779637892953?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112359779637892953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112359779637892953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112359779637892953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112359779637892953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/5-stars-and-that-crescent-moon.html' title='5 stars and that crescent moon'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112351611065413854</id><published>2005-08-08T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:50.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aftermath. ngeh! </title><content type='html'>i realised how silly of me to be so flared up over a supper meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngeh. it's funny how my mind changes when new info is added in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, being angry isn't exactly timothy-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112351611065413854?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112351611065413854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112351611065413854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112351611065413854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112351611065413854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/aftermath-ngeh.html' title='aftermath. ngeh! '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112351206658663141</id><published>2005-08-08T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:50.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>consideration. PLEASE.</title><content type='html'>i'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you realise that it's too late to eat supper, by all means, cancel it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 mins ago, &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; could have told us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, even worse, &lt;strong&gt;AFTER&lt;/strong&gt; 26 mins have passed, &lt;strong&gt;YOU YOURSELF&lt;/strong&gt; could have told me that you decided not to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, you'd rather tell the &lt;strong&gt;OTHER PERSON INVOLVED&lt;/strong&gt; to message me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i asked you what happen, &lt;strong&gt;NO APOLOGIES. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only AFTER i change my clothes, gel my hair ... THEN you tell us it's off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112351206658663141?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112351206658663141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112351206658663141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112351206658663141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112351206658663141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/consideration-please.html' title='consideration. PLEASE.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112350505054594946</id><published>2005-08-08T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:50.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>petulant petals</title><content type='html'>tralala. such a simple blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so stoned right now, apparently Siam Kitchen's very generous on the amounts of chilli padis they put in every dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngeh. currently doing some last minute planning for tomorrow's cell meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i tell you that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i like cellgroup events?&lt;br /&gt;2) i like lists&lt;br /&gt;3) i like writing 'em all over and over again till it looks good?&lt;br /&gt;4) I like writing and writing them all over again until it looks good enough? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112350505054594946?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112350505054594946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112350505054594946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112350505054594946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112350505054594946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/petulant-petals.html' title='petulant petals'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112334643381195170</id><published>2005-08-07T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:50.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pain. </title><content type='html'>i finally have a burden for my mum to receive Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's just so down in the dumps man. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. FOP was great, ho hum, delirious? is not my kinda music man, it's nearly trance like.. Hillsongs Australia. woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHC aniversary tomorrow! gooodness gracious, we're queueing up at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope i can get special passes for my mum and aunty pris, it's very bad for them to let senior adults queue in that ouch condition. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112334643381195170?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112334643381195170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112334643381195170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112334643381195170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112334643381195170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/pain.html' title='the pain. '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112330591445479489</id><published>2005-08-06T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:49.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, the trepidation! </title><content type='html'>oh, the trepidation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;majority of the cellgroup's queueing at 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but rae's coming at 5. i hope hope hope hope hope she can jump the queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's just one teeny tiney person. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ack, tomorrow's worse, how will my mum and my aunt tahan the queue from 830 all the way to 11?! they're &lt;b&gt;SENIOR CITIZENS&lt;/b&gt;! ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder whats the festival of Praise will be like tonight. HILLSONGS! :)))) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112330591445479489?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112330591445479489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112330591445479489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112330591445479489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112330591445479489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-trepidation.html' title='oh, the trepidation! '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112326249918779665</id><published>2005-08-06T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:49.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Altar Call.</title><content type='html'>Festival of Praise. it's just .. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsongs Australia, Darlene was awesome, and her backup vocalist when she had a message of wisdom for all of us, her voice lifted the whole stadium up. absolutely thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delirious? was good. but .. not my type. very abstract genre and stuff, but i DID love history maker. a classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin was saved today, Praise the Lord! He needed some prompting, but when he re-accepted Jesus Christ into his life, he felt much better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really intergrating with the cellgroup, which makes me doubly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give all the GLORY and PRAISE to JESUS! He's just amazing, and He never fails to amaze me everyday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's FOP again, this time, sokyee&amp;friend, and rae is coming. keep praying guys! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112326249918779665?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112326249918779665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112326249918779665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112326249918779665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112326249918779665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/altar-call.html' title='Altar Call.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112316860457579284</id><published>2005-08-04T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:49.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance like no one's watching! </title><content type='html'>back from the HALO party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alan : awesome party, albeit mini, but still, rockin' la! funny dance moves aside, this party was glam and Halo bar looked very much like a shrunken ChinaBlack. ngeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serene darling looloopoks and nadiah iced-CBTs, i &lt;3 you both~ &lt;br /&gt;Amandapanda darling good catching up wit ya (:&lt;br /&gt;Mingshan, nice planning too.. props!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once, i didn't drink nor smoke. yes, thank the Holy Spirit for divine abstinence! (: besides, even though i wasn't high, i still was able to dance (like no one cares) and talk to the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blissful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112316860457579284?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112316860457579284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112316860457579284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112316860457579284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112316860457579284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/dance-like-no-ones-watching.html' title='dance like no one&apos;s watching! '/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112315541783394633</id><published>2005-08-04T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:49.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chi Chi La Ru &amp; her troop of 12 poodles.</title><content type='html'>the rain that never ceases to stop. what a nice morning to don the Zara Sweater i bought (upon impulse when it was 50% off mind you) to tread through the sound stage that was, by then, pouring incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam and lighting, one of the modules i crave to have a B+ (i don't know, i just don't aim high for technical modules) was all about lights today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shan't bore all you people who want a quick read while downloading porn (Shame!) or those who just have loadsa nuah-ing time. so yeah, in short, i learnt something, hardly anything, but not nothing. ngeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIM, ahhh the land of reunions, bumping into so so so many familiar faces (juan juannnn!, jaslyn vball senior etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my project 1 C&amp;L's back, i've gotten a B, ngeh. ): at least CP loved a few of my shots, which i was flustering over (and excessively blowing my whistle about it, much to the dismay of asuka and lifang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems that C&amp;amp;L's grades are getting along alright. needa hit my GPA of a 3 (is that all Bs?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editing didn't go so well though, apparently my tape only captured the .avi but not the .wav formats during the digitizing process, some cpu moron apparently manhandled the settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, okay, in case SOME of you guys don't know squat about computers, in short : &lt;b&gt;picture yes, sound no. some cheepoots saboh me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr DK was apparently very very chirpy today, in spite of him taking over MK's classes, ALL of them. i guess korea = land of the smiles? is that it? or was that Thailand? ngehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, i'm intentionally making my post longer so that i may look smarter and more c00l. it shall end here, i'm off to Halo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit*- &lt;/strong&gt;i have a big big pimple that has blackened on my left check, as much as i wanna raid my mum's make up drawer, i shall resist that temptation and be in denial that it is a bumpy love bite. narf. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112315541783394633?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112315541783394633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112315541783394633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112315541783394633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112315541783394633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/chi-chi-la-ru-her-troop-of-12-poodles.html' title='Chi Chi La Ru &amp; her troop of 12 poodles.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112308252186560002</id><published>2005-08-03T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:49.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so i'm back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's been a while since i got back into my blogging roots. somehow having just a photoblog isn't enough to justify my brain space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardiharhar, i hear chuckling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, to just update those dingalings who haven't attempted ta keep up with me (friends? HAHA), i've been in CHC since 30th of March and i don't intend to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shan't be a blog about my church stuff FULLY, but i WILL say that some writings will be involving that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't mince my words, there might be times of retraction and whatever, but instead, this will be an undiluted place of musings and rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayboon's leaving in like 9 days time, it's so sad to see him go, he's like a big brother to me la, really really, i mean, even in the cellgroup, he and i would be in charge of refreshments and the creative ideas and themes we'd have every week (fondue! , nonya! , israelic!) would always create fresh topics for us to stir our juices together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngeh, now he's leaving to the "land of the Mao" (Yao K.B, 2005), e374 will be one less short of a warrior. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm in dire need of ketching up with the mass comm ladies. so far, i've only accomplished going out with serene loo l** j***. stupid beeyatch whoring (cam-wise) in cini cafe cartels, the orgasmic faces we both made, or sexual connotations as shown below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2958/1270/1600/DSCN38391.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2958/1270/200/DSCN3839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lik, if you're reading this, i think serene's trying to tell me something. but anyway, serene loo, i heart you manymany. &lt;3~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just seems so surreal that in a month's time, sem 1 is over. before ya know it, i'd be on a rocking chair telling stories that i made up to make my grandchildrens' eyes go big with gasps of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the deluded minds of the young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112308252186560002?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112308252186560002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112308252186560002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112308252186560002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112308252186560002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-so-im-back.html' title='and so i&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072338.post-112307591377616510</id><published>2005-08-03T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:42:49.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is &lt;u&gt;THE&lt;/u&gt; test post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072338-112307591377616510?l=fruitsalts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/feeds/112307591377616510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072338&amp;postID=112307591377616510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112307591377616510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072338/posts/default/112307591377616510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitsalts.blogspot.com/2005/08/ahem.html' title='ahem.'/><author><name>Isaac Timothy Chan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07288377120855548835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
