<?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-5618480</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:56:37.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trashed-out.</title><subtitle type='html'>-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1370</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-8434687011261853449</id><published>2008-07-29T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:41:39.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is my 1,405th post. And it's also my last one on Blogger.THE NEW SPACE Goodbye. Please re-link me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8434687011261853449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8434687011261853449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#8434687011261853449' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-8385884198759642022</id><published>2008-07-28T19:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:23:40.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, I had my last lesson with my tuition girls today. :( When they begged me to continue tutoring them, my heart dissolved into a pile of goo. Even while they were conversing in Malay, I could tell that that they really wanted me to stay.We took these photos illegally. Jameela was telling me of how this girl had to stay back when she was caught taking a picture with a tutor. Aye, their world is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8385884198759642022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8385884198759642022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#8385884198759642022' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SI23R2rHMMI/AAAAAAAADwA/xks2L-YkPLM/s72-c/DSC01227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-9016910181718051569</id><published>2008-07-27T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:42:40.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've come to realise that my blog has evolved into a photo blog of sorts, dedicated to events in my life. Somehow, the words don't come as freely these days.Still, there are many blogs out there whom I surf on a regular basis, because they give me food for thought. I want to share some of my good reads!STEVEN FURTICK's - (: (: (: (: (: Deserves 5 smileys.XIANG's - Her's is frank and very, very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/9016910181718051569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/9016910181718051569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#9016910181718051569' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-5408401587339276923</id><published>2008-07-27T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:39:29.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NIGHT CYCLINGLet's see - ECP to Kallang Stadium to Esplanade to Taka to Newton to Dunearn Road to Macritchie to Balestier to Boon Keng to Paya Lebar to Bedok to ECP. I loved the bakery that we stopped at; they were baking at an unearthly 3am. And the photo whoring on the empty road at Paya Lebar. (:Oh, I nearly got killed by a taxi which clearly had the right of way. My fault, lah.This was us at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5408401587339276923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5408401587339276923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5408401587339276923' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SItflwy4mzI/AAAAAAAADvw/ncjEi3bOAx0/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-6715375900078236522</id><published>2008-07-26T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:05:28.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>` t r ac e e / m i  a           pray with me. says:i gotta go rest now` t r ac e e / m i  a           pray with me. says:see u tmr (:yong sheng says:NEVERyong sheng says:NIGHTyong sheng says:(dark) NIGHTyong sheng says:quack quackHe smsed the cg about watching the Duck Knight. Coming from Yongsheng (of all people), this is plain hilarious.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6715375900078236522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6715375900078236522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6715375900078236522' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-6028206786581698281</id><published>2008-07-25T20:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:25:24.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another gathering on Wed with the NBS gang. This was taken at Fish&amp;Co before some of us left for ECP. (The group got bigger afterward and they stayed till the place closed for the night!) I'll blog about the night cycling when I get hold of photos from Sengkim.I went back to Hwachong today. The right wing still looks pretty much the same.This is the concourse, also known as the banner painting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6028206786581698281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6028206786581698281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6028206786581698281' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SInTjcpcNYI/AAAAAAAADvo/ds-HWL4MDrQ/s72-c/2nd+NBS+Outing+%40+Fish+%26+Co.+%26+QinPei,+Zaiton%27s+bday+23.07.08+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-1312778238257252078</id><published>2008-07-23T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:12:08.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Qinpei manages to find the rare and exotic bak chor mee jam! See more photos from the cg dinner cum celebration here.Night cycling todayyy. (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/1312778238257252078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/1312778238257252078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1312778238257252078' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SIausAP3y6I/AAAAAAAADuo/j-xR4jBzKyg/s72-c/bak+chor+mee+jam+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-2448660124093545479</id><published>2008-07-22T12:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:41:15.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On my part, it's easy to be a good listener. It doesn't require much effort to listen to people pour out their struggles, their hurts and their experiences.However, when it comes to giving advice and speaking into their lives, I find myself at a loss for words. Pearls of wisdom? Nah, they don't come from me. God, maybe, but definitely not from me.It just occurred to me that perhaps some people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2448660124093545479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2448660124093545479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2448660124093545479' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SIVkR82wQTI/AAAAAAAADug/mHkZudAnG-4/s72-c/listen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-2257132541197172027</id><published>2008-07-20T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:45:29.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This, I miss very much.How are you, JC Central? I've been hearing from the CLs here and there about ESS and the crazy evaxing that has been going on. (: 77 for service attendance is an impressive number for a unit, by the way.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2257132541197172027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2257132541197172027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2257132541197172027' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SINckdRRT5I/AAAAAAAADuY/mLio_ZjOaas/s72-c/DSC01169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-7193072683222988239</id><published>2008-07-19T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:44:21.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't regret volunteering at Go Forth one bit. (: I enjoyed myself (except the part where we had to wake up early), there was great fellowship, new friends were made, much was received and I met God.You know, when people pour out their personal passions of wanting to plant a church in XXX country, I'm always amazed by their faith. They make planting a church sound oh so easy. The skeptic in me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7193072683222988239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7193072683222988239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7193072683222988239' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SIH8hrecsrI/AAAAAAAADuQ/cabH8CjFV6c/s72-c/go+forth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-5558715523478794505</id><published>2008-07-19T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T19:27:50.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You silly girl. How could you have forgotten that God is working, too? And you had the audacity to believe that you were fighting this all on your own!To the three guys who listened to me over mugs of Gloria Jean's coffee today: Thank you. (I appreciate the smses of encouragement during my absence as well.)If you weren't there at Go Forth, what a pity! I learnt so, so much. Don't worry, I'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5558715523478794505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5558715523478794505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5558715523478794505' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-2053876549623105961</id><published>2008-07-17T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:25:46.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NBS OUTING(: We had our own little orientation yesterday. I got to meet lots of wonderful people. Looking back at how the event was put together, I'm amazed at the way things fell into place.Now we're planning another outing next week.GO FORTH CONFERENCEAlright, I have limited photos. (Sengkim has the bulk of them.) I had lots of fun with the volunteers today - Crabby, Shijie, Bentay, Sengkim and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2053876549623105961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2053876549623105961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2053876549623105961' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SH9F78o3kaI/AAAAAAAADuI/0TEfdxc8Yvs/s72-c/Informal+NBS+Outing+%40+Sentosa+%26+VivoCity+16.07.08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-6952592734116553296</id><published>2008-07-16T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T01:07:51.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mindless (public) prayer.How many of us have fallen into the trap of(a) speaking too softly(b) being overly repetitive(c) using God/Lord/Father as a punctuation mark(c) not listening to the Holy Spirit(d) going on and on like a bullet train(e) making funny sounds(f) sounding too formal and detached While God listens to our every word (even with our little quirks), how does one pray in such a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6952592734116553296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6952592734116553296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6952592734116553296' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-5005087243112844455</id><published>2008-07-14T21:57:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T02:00:56.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We had 4 roving cameras on this trip, so I'm bringing you the highlights!3 kind souls came to send us off but alas, we actually went into the departure area before they arrived! Thank goodness for this area (prison-style) where we could still communicate.Just a glimpse of some of food that we got to savour over there.Us taking illegal photographs at one of the shops in Mongkok on Day 1.Qinpei and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5005087243112844455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5005087243112844455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5005087243112844455' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SHtyH2apDzI/AAAAAAAADpw/VCt3Nh2BPgs/s72-c/hk+trip+200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-2725616032072762547</id><published>2008-07-13T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:58:03.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been a witness at water baptism for several times now. And I must say they all have that expression of joy when they emerge from the water. (: Congrats Ah Foo, Kelly, Zelanie, Lee Yang, Bentay, Zach, Nettie, Shuning, Jet, Songjun, Patrice, Siewluan, Leonzy, Huiying on starting your new ministry! (I decided to use original names since I really couldn't recall all your baptism names.)Update on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2725616032072762547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2725616032072762547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2725616032072762547' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SHnsfx9yWfI/AAAAAAAADpg/w89HDztdbUA/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-4288626358251105217</id><published>2008-07-08T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:29:17.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MIA WILL BE IN HONGKONG FROM 9-12 JULY!The past 2 days can be summed up in one word - Chiongster.The dinner with Weilong on Monday was... enlightening. (: It's amazing how he can still relate with us even though there's a considerable age gap.A big thank you to the one who calls me Pineapple. (: Thanks for the time spent together today.Met up with Kelly too. Wow, I really feel touched by your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4288626358251105217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4288626358251105217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4288626358251105217' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SHOUi3Ljh1I/AAAAAAAADpY/EAN-L9yEbSI/s72-c/IMG_1353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-5834740826549070891</id><published>2008-07-08T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:37:39.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scientists at Berkeley did a study years ago. They put an amoeba in an ideal environment: perfect temperature, perfect humidity, perfect amount of light, perfect food conditions. That little amoeba had no stress, no problems, no challenges. Know what happened to it?It died. Too much comfort is lethal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5834740826549070891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5834740826549070891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5834740826549070891' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-3679241248522990889</id><published>2008-07-06T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:20:57.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's 6th July. This means 6 years of being a child of God. (: The credit goes to You, for bringing me through every storm.SHEEP: That was... very nice.Mind you, that was her response after sitting through a teaching I gave. It's okay, I understand that you have a limited vocabulary. (: But really, thank you for trusting me with the finer details of your life. I'm amazed at how much I learn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3679241248522990889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3679241248522990889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3679241248522990889' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SHCZ1vHfTDI/AAAAAAAADpA/E-YywMt4qGs/s72-c/last+day+at+nus+high+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-1919090986033658902</id><published>2008-07-05T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T00:00:46.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We should have taken a photo with Joanne, too. (: I miss you, Cathy!(The pic was taken with my camera phone. The quality too cui, so I edited it in a feeble attempt to make it look like lomography. Fail, lah.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/1919090986033658902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/1919090986033658902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1919090986033658902' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SG-Vtlo_lbI/AAAAAAAADo4/QAHG95j-l0o/s72-c/DSC01234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-3128746782385565364</id><published>2008-07-05T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:41:48.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"How come you have sheep?" Like it's the most ridiculous possibility in the world."Was it very difficult for you to concentrate? It was such a long prayer meet." Like we don't dwell in His presence for extended periods of time."Forward me the email." Like she doesn't believe me.Why do people set us out to fail? Perhaps past experience has led to particularly negative assumpations, perhaps they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3128746782385565364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3128746782385565364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3128746782385565364' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-2893590433153018201</id><published>2008-07-04T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:26:41.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I do silly things like: stir my mug of hot Ovaltine vigourously, so that Ham &amp; Jam will come scuttling out once the smell wafts in.Hee, I passed my FTT! (: A big THANKYOU to my caregroup for their prayers. And especially to the guys who tried to give me tips.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2893590433153018201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2893590433153018201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2893590433153018201' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-3262788066735078077</id><published>2008-07-04T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T02:11:08.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This never fails to move me every time I watch it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3262788066735078077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3262788066735078077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3262788066735078077' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-7612783630304588490</id><published>2008-07-02T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:08:47.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was ruminating over leadership styles on my way home.Dictators. Robert Mugabe, Mao Ze Dong, Stalin, Kim Jong Il (I am using a loose definition of the word dictator) employed oppression as a tool to retain their leadership. Sure, you saw fanatic countrymen and hysterical Red Guards during Mao's time, but cults of personality simply mask over the underlying presence of fear.Fear often creates </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7612783630304588490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7612783630304588490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7612783630304588490' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SGt6mmHljuI/AAAAAAAADow/C9Kv6_isb9M/s72-c/mao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-2466693974766045796</id><published>2008-06-30T11:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:12:52.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ACTS CALIBRE CAMPImage heavy, beware!Cameroon flag!Gamblers who play with green beans. (:This is just a glimpse of how Hall 5 looks like. We like the shuttle bus. Meet Tracy. (:Clearly, they like the aircon on the shuttle bus too.This was during our 3 hour trek around NTU during the treasure hunt. Our team is terrible at clue solving.My roomie and I slept on the floor.Terminator.Si Hua is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2466693974766045796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2466693974766045796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2466693974766045796' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SGhSQ6FsEEI/AAAAAAAADjo/A6ZazObI608/s72-c/acts+calibre+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-6011301087462266872</id><published>2008-06-29T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:20:01.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I shall leave my update on ACTS Calibre camp till tomorrow. There are too many photos to sift through.Cameroon is the bestest. I know I'm being painfully biased. (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6011301087462266872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6011301087462266872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#6011301087462266872' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SGenAOLLbRI/AAAAAAAADjg/JW7pnvHca58/s72-c/acts+calibre+136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-1839293171094113656</id><published>2008-06-27T10:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:07:41.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>REASONS WHY THIS PHOTO IS A BREAKTHROUGH#1 Yongsheng is smiling. With teeth, too!#2 He didn't need Ah Foo to help him flash those pearly whites.#3 (: Amazingly, he didn't make use of the opportunity to strangle me for numerous moments that I've annoyed him. "My hands are feeling very itchy."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/1839293171094113656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/1839293171094113656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#1839293171094113656' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SGRKQW2JPSI/AAAAAAAADjY/h7nPxLVAgf0/s72-c/yongsheng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-3719739573461392738</id><published>2008-06-27T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:44:46.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear God,This is going to sound very rambly. I need You more than ever. I know I will struggle. That's why I need You to lead me in obeying, to correct me when I am tempted to judge or to jump to (often uncalled for) conclusions.I've said this before but I'll say it again - I'm amazed at Your patience, Lord. (: You see the depths of my heart and You love me the same! It's an honour to be a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3719739573461392738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3719739573461392738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#3719739573461392738' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SGPS0LNa5jI/AAAAAAAADjQ/eSnlde8w50I/s72-c/tertiary+cg+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-4435601940572004811</id><published>2008-06-26T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:08:41.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am grateful, so grateful. That people care about me enough to be upset, that they'd correct me when I'm going astray, that they'd call/sms/try to ask if I'm alright, that they listen.I apologize if I don't thank you enough for all the crap I put you through. (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4435601940572004811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4435601940572004811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4435601940572004811' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-7189453596264953975</id><published>2008-06-25T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:57:00.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUET! Shucks. I'm missing you like, big time. Never mind, we'll be seeing you in Hongkong soon. (:Dearest Fungmin, I love you VERY MUCH. You know that, right? Thank you for the time today. (: And for always bearing with my silliness and stupidity.There are too many thoughts running through my head and they need to be caught before they get away.I need your belief in me. I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7189453596264953975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7189453596264953975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7189453596264953975' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SGJ4mkkDC9I/AAAAAAAADjI/QY47T1NPanc/s72-c/suet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-3615785762137494227</id><published>2008-06-24T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:21:16.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know those times when people get on your nerves? And how their flaws seem to be screaming for attention? During such moments, I tend to think -"How can anyone be so annoying and not realise it?" or"Give me a choice and I'd rather not talk to you." or"Trace, you're just being way too impatient." or "ARGH! Tolerate. Endure. Don't. Get. Mad." or"This person needs to work on his/her ________." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3615785762137494227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3615785762137494227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#3615785762137494227' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-8398186380929207477</id><published>2008-06-23T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:10:27.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can't choose your family. But you can choose to love them.Thanks, God, for the timely reminder. Even if it was through an unlikely source.Shuee, Fung, Oli and I went for a little walk in the hills and slopes of NTU today. "All sheltered walkways lead to a bus stop." (: K is for Kind. And Kind was this saviour, who lent me the scrabble set. (Free delivery, too!) The boardgame occupied my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8398186380929207477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8398186380929207477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#8398186380929207477' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SF-cfq3oQYI/AAAAAAAADi0/KpQVyChuwzI/s72-c/meerkat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-7041804073589751433</id><published>2008-06-22T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:07:42.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meet my OG from Acts Calibre - CAMEROON!Us on Wednesday when we had the sports event! Haha, we didn't do too badly despite the fact that only half of the OG went for the event.Guess what happened yesterday at the Hot Wheels event? (: We were champs for the cycling relay and the mastermind game. That's how we emerged top of the charts!Lots of people missing in the this photo. I &lt;3 my OG! (: (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7041804073589751433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7041804073589751433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7041804073589751433' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SF4GrlhRucI/AAAAAAAADiU/xbkUNMGoeIg/s72-c/IMG_0463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-8779035286246684909</id><published>2008-06-21T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:26:06.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You could have called.I left service prematurely, rushed like a mad woman and when I got to grandma's, you weren't there.During dinner, I was fighting back tears of frustration.I am tired. I am exhausted from all these attempts at compromise. I don't know what to do anymore. How do I help you see that I love you and that I am trying so hard?God reminded me (in my little pity party on the way home</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8779035286246684909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8779035286246684909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#8779035286246684909' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-74684341463978304</id><published>2008-06-20T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:12:11.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was hectic, but definitely well spent.Date #1 was with Yongsheng and Fung at KAP. Yongsheng did most of the talking. (: Fung and I were content to listen to his stories though.Date #2 was with Xingni and Ruixia at Raffles City. I felt very privileged to spend quality time with the both of you. (:Date #3 was with JCCA4 at Shaw Tower. We had a steamboat buffet and the entire time we were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/74684341463978304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/74684341463978304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#74684341463978304' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SFvVd3bpZ6I/AAAAAAAADh8/dl0lCpt6stA/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-3428780534255766816</id><published>2008-06-19T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:23:32.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I present to you - My day in pictures (taken with my 3.2 megapixel handphone camera).FELLOW HC CLs! It was just a simple chat at Holland Village but it was lovely. These are the two people whom I know I can share my burdens with.RYAN, SONGJUN + ZELANIE at Chatterbox @ Meritus Mandarin. It was posh, delicious and high up in the air. (: Thanks for the conversation time. Beautiful evening sky on the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3428780534255766816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3428780534255766816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#3428780534255766816' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SFqAQ6wkWBI/AAAAAAAADhk/pZNewudwJ_Y/s72-c/DSC01198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-766928097411253626</id><published>2008-06-18T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:50:36.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'm okay."Don't be deceived.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/766928097411253626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/766928097411253626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#766928097411253626' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-5465219481945184031</id><published>2008-06-17T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:07:53.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ROCKCLIMBING WITH SHUEE AND MINGOThis climbing centre is situated at the Civil Service Club @ Farrer Park. We were all dripping with sweat just after completing one wall. If only it was air-conditioned!Ming the monkey is extremely pro. I am a cui belayer, especially when I'm belaying Ming. She climbs way too fast. Shu is capable of doing The Star while I, with my shorter limbs, can only manage a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5465219481945184031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5465219481945184031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5465219481945184031' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SFd8utkgFSI/AAAAAAAADhM/G_wkTIlOMMo/s72-c/rockclimbing+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-1777312002566277235</id><published>2008-06-16T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:19:30.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found beautiful quotes (meaningful, too) from a livejournal entry.Our generation has no Great war, no Great Depression. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.And until you find something to fight for, you settle for something to fight against.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/1777312002566277235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/1777312002566277235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#1777312002566277235' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SFaNSNMRgYI/AAAAAAAADhE/LUmBuXK_gK4/s72-c/trash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-2353698905884512162</id><published>2008-06-16T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:33:11.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Calling all A Level Lit students of 2007!Guess what I found? (: A word search that will bring back fond memories.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2353698905884512162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2353698905884512162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2353698905884512162' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-242667572936475015</id><published>2008-06-14T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:20:31.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please pardon the sporadic nature of this post.You asked me what the thank you was for. Honestly? It was for how you widened my perspective towards the bigger picture and for how you were so concerned about my life! Esepcially when you have obligation to. And you're a great listener, too! Thank you, Raphael.We often get so caught up with the nitty gritty that we don't major on the major. I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/242667572936475015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/242667572936475015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#242667572936475015' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-7598292889087127733</id><published>2008-06-13T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:58:59.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I fed Ham some yoghurt today. Jam recoiled in horror the moment its tongue touched the spoon, so I guess that's just too bad.Thanks shepherd for unearthing a treasure chest for me. (: Learn learn learn.SMALL is the new big. See God's opportunity in your scarcity.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7598292889087127733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7598292889087127733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7598292889087127733' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SFH3MbjwNZI/AAAAAAAADg8/ECsHMcjSwmc/s72-c/DSC01190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-904280440465558279</id><published>2008-06-12T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:22:15.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forgive me, but I actually dug out a few skeletons from someone's closet. As I read entry after entry, I couldn't believe that that this was you. You were so bitter, so maniacally obsessed. It made me thankful that I know the you now. (: You, whose heart idolises the King of Kings and whose soul chases after His glory.It gratifies me to know that God can bring about Change in all lives.I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/904280440465558279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/904280440465558279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#904280440465558279' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SFChl9AmO2I/AAAAAAAADg0/e1dw1Gf6AL8/s72-c/DSC01187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-1078123873137087838</id><published>2008-06-12T00:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T01:22:31.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I promised to share about what I learnt at Youth camp. (: We went only for half the programme on the 2nd day but it was so fruitful. Having a thirsty soul does make a difference, I suppose.It struck me that having solid character is the key to finishing the race. The cold hard truth? I'm far from having the list of character ideals that Pastor Jeff so thoroughly examined that night. Talk is cheap</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/1078123873137087838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/1078123873137087838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#1078123873137087838' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-2969425897381259093</id><published>2008-06-12T00:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:50:02.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had lunch with 3 of my favourite people at Raffles Place! (:From top left corner, clockwise - Poring over a magazine, Ana's nails of different length, Merrie's new nail painting trend (just a swipe on every finger!) and all 4 of us!To add to my Embarrassing Photos of Ming collection! (: Believe it or not, we had this for dinner!Pretty shot from Central's kopitiam. (: (: I love photographs of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2969425897381259093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2969425897381259093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2969425897381259093' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SE_9kdhBFcI/AAAAAAAADgU/aDo6nJjW3Nc/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-2943426827920631545</id><published>2008-06-11T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T02:14:59.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OASIS CAMPTwo guys coo-ing at a bunch of furballs at the pet shop. (I was quite amazed.)Fat hamster that was eating while it was sleeping.This captures most of the programme. Mega event with district performances, praise and worship, sermon, altar call... And photos with people whom I love and cherish in youth.I secretly took this while Raphael met up with some of us transfers in the night. You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2943426827920631545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2943426827920631545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2943426827920631545' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SE7BssHpA_I/AAAAAAAADfs/wxJXpFLV3k4/s72-c/oasis+camp+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-8671354303882145209</id><published>2008-06-10T12:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:39:21.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Monday was (as Xiang would put it) eggciting! (: Met up with the 6 rascals for tuition, hosted Abigail as she wolfed down her laksa and had dinner with Ruixia. Today? I'm going back for youth camp. The camp venue gets more happening with every passing year. Oasis @ Downtown East. Sounds perfect for diving into God's presence.Wednesday - a long awaited meetup with Mer and Mingo and then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8671354303882145209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8671354303882145209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#8671354303882145209' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-4743083303223462003</id><published>2008-06-09T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:16:16.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While clearing out some junk in my room, I found this scrawled on the back of a notecard.To love Him is to offer my everything to Him. Even when it hurts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4743083303223462003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4743083303223462003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4743083303223462003' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-3952250575213797191</id><published>2008-06-08T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:21:06.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Around the world in 14400 seconds! Walk. Eat. Take photo. Pass torch. (: Yeah, you bet it was fun. (We got 4th placing!) I'm looking forward to the subsequent events.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3952250575213797191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3952250575213797191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#3952250575213797191' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SEvqRURMg8I/AAAAAAAADfk/GerJ-XZzJyU/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-1104043438203156850</id><published>2008-06-08T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:09:12.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go figure.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/1104043438203156850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/1104043438203156850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#1104043438203156850' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SEqyaHbR99I/AAAAAAAADfc/VCS0cTG-UP0/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-5467476509266939340</id><published>2008-06-07T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T03:24:04.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caught in the middle. I'm not so sure where my heart belongs to right now. Aye, it doesn't seem possible to force devotion on my part.I need time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5467476509266939340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5467476509266939340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5467476509266939340' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-3833875166406562162</id><published>2008-06-06T01:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T02:19:52.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We had our last caregroup yesterday. I'm feeling nostalgic and rather ambivalent now.Thank you Crabby, Ah Foo, Nyam Nyam, Pris, Fellow CL, Giraffe, 'Don't worry!', iGallop champion and Sweat. There are no goodbyes in the family of God.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3833875166406562162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3833875166406562162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#3833875166406562162' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SEgqCVuoqtI/AAAAAAAADd8/0EY6-3zBuno/s72-c/P3301504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-5216114421517038026</id><published>2008-06-04T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:10:20.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mia is a proud mommy! (:P/S: Thanks Ah Foo for the hamsters and Hongmun for driving me!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5216114421517038026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5216114421517038026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5216114421517038026' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SEZNjXC3BOI/AAAAAAAADck/Jv6lFCoT_Bk/s72-c/DSC01164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-4357269107617937379</id><published>2008-06-04T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:16:26.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Jesus,I pray that we will not let what we do not understand affect the things that we know to be true. Amen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4357269107617937379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4357269107617937379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4357269107617937379' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-9013974447654807145</id><published>2008-06-03T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:19:19.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a danger in loving somebody too much. The covenant remains, right?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/9013974447654807145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/9013974447654807145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#9013974447654807145' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SES3zM6mI5I/AAAAAAAADcU/CBSqtA5lClM/s72-c/uni+camp+193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-2768489947438675369</id><published>2008-06-02T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:23:07.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are forever in my lifeYou see me through the seasonsCover me with Your handAnd lead me in Your righteousnessAnd I look to YouAnd I wait on YouI will sing to You, LordA hymn of loveFor Your faithfulness to meI'm carried in everlasting armsYou'll never let me goThrough it allIt's peculiar how I'm still so fearful even with the knowledge that I have a big God backing me up. You're so silly, Mia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2768489947438675369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2768489947438675369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2768489947438675369' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-2313665513043763150</id><published>2008-06-02T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:25:12.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you Zelanie, Guofeng, FUNGG, Leonzy for hearing me out / trying to lift my spirits.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2313665513043763150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2313665513043763150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2313665513043763150' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-5910539676565017217</id><published>2008-05-31T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:55:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God set my heart aflame today. It dawned on me that the fire I used to have was actually snuffed out somewhere along the way. And I didn't even notice.The time for action is now. No more deliberation, no more waiting and no more excuses.Use me, please.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5910539676565017217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5910539676565017217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5910539676565017217' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SEFkGxbyWnI/AAAAAAAADcM/CSFGfttJW2Y/s72-c/fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-2335362191244279982</id><published>2008-05-30T10:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:51:32.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Give them a fair trial, guys. It may feel reasurring to talk about the perceived ugliness in your unholy huddles, but does it serve any purpose? To make matters worse, there is no one to defend the accused.I suppose I feel strongly about this because there were several people in my life who rehearsed failure (ever so thoroughly) with me before I came over. This merely helped to wall up my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2335362191244279982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2335362191244279982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2335362191244279982' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SD9oHBbyWmI/AAAAAAAADcE/RPeSJgzWbxI/s72-c/skyhigh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-8436160910936164257</id><published>2008-05-29T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:07:46.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is insane.SHOCKER #1 NUS emailed me on Monday to say that they are offering me the Business School Dean's scholarship. This threw me completely off track because I had been all set to go to NTU. I spent the rest of the day agonizing over the two choices.SHOCKER #2 I emailed NTU scholarships board on Tuesday to see if I can apply for one even though applications closed on 16 May. They called </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8436160910936164257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8436160910936164257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8436160910936164257' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-5910487093132803754</id><published>2008-05-28T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:03:48.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah. How do I describe myself now? The love tank's empty and is need of a desperate refill.I realised how much I wanted it today, when things didn't meet my expectations. Why does this mean so much to me? Because I want to stay? So I wouldn't feel so bad about rejecting the scholarship I've been offered? I don't know.Believe me, a storm's raging within. I'm clinging onto my anchor for dear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5910487093132803754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5910487093132803754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5910487093132803754' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SD1yUBbyWlI/AAAAAAAADb8/CsNiSyYkG1Y/s72-c/fisheye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-7589832574536094540</id><published>2008-05-28T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:47:34.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soh Yong Sheng. Am I supposed to solve these math problems?!A little tribute to Tracy1. Alert! Tracy's computer has been infected with a virus. The virus appears as connected figure of at least 2008 equal sized pixels on her computer monitor screen. Her anti-virus software is only able to remove viruses that cannot be partitioned into 2 or more viruses (gasp!). So, what is the size of the biggest</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7589832574536094540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7589832574536094540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7589832574536094540' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-4776098173469603630</id><published>2008-05-27T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:13:24.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went down with Lee Yang and Oli to visit Shum's workplace. (: SAM has a strange tranquility to it. Thanks girls for the time spent together and for all your support when I received The Call.God, you know my heartbeat, right? No matter how pessimistic I may appear to be, I'm sure You know my convictions deep within. Please help me translate them into outward action.Thank you, friend, for daring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4776098173469603630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4776098173469603630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4776098173469603630' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SDwxtRbyWjI/AAAAAAAADbs/NouB7rse96U/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-3307263431377974019</id><published>2008-05-26T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:56:42.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELLO JUNHUA! I miss you. (Haha, I know this is so random.)Let me be an instrument for Your glory. Help me realise that life is too short to be lived for any other purpose other than for the souls of man.I long to honour You with my decisions. But (there's always a but) I'm just afraid I'll look back at the choice and wonder about that 'what if' in aching regret.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3307263431377974019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3307263431377974019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#3307263431377974019' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SDqwkBbyWiI/AAAAAAAADbk/TOh6w4Tc9f4/s72-c/IMG_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-6844509774975029222</id><published>2008-05-25T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:32:35.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CHINGWEE'S 21STAs usual, Yongsheng isn't smiling! Prior to this photo, everyone was trying to crash the cg pic. -looks meaningfully at Ben Tay and Peter- Chingwee looks dazzled by the camera flash.Wrist accessories unite! (: Haha.I'm starting to think that my prayer this year should echo that of Mother Theresa's - That I will not refuse what is asked of me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6844509774975029222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6844509774975029222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#6844509774975029222' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SDopqBbyWgI/AAAAAAAADbU/l7otVDLO-OE/s72-c/IMG_0887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-6742261400461432496</id><published>2008-05-24T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:29:45.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No one will dare to hold my hand anymore. :( I will press on (pun very much intended). God grant me fingers of steel!During service today, I couldn't help thinking about all of you. How you used to be and how you are now. While I'm comforted by your attendance, it's heartwrenching to watch your displays of indifference. The truth? I am completely helpless, because I cannot fully comprehend the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6742261400461432496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6742261400461432496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#6742261400461432496' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-5511127692057553924</id><published>2008-05-23T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:50:03.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Zelanie Soh,I just felt like dedicating this blog entry to you. (: And quite strangely, I can't seem to find a photo of us together. HOW CAN THIS BE!(: Thanks for the "How are you?" on msn just now. Even though you were with me 3 hours ago.In case anyone hasn't enlightened you yet - You have grown. Very much, dear sheep. And I accredit this to a humble heart that is constantly hankering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5511127692057553924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5511127692057553924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5511127692057553924' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-5407738068286471350</id><published>2008-05-22T22:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:21:23.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was Celebrate-Chingwee's-birthday Day.Today was Let's-pretend-Ah-Foo's-going-for-missions Day.I know what you're thinking - TRACY, WHY DID YOU GO CUT YOUR HAIR? Aye, my plan to obtain long, flowy tresses has been thwarted once again. For the sake of comfort, I couldn't do it.I am convinced that men are emotional and highly sensitive creatures. Tear down the macho front and you'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5407738068286471350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5407738068286471350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5407738068286471350' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SDWOehbyWeI/AAAAAAAADbE/_l5eQvVuwBs/s72-c/IMG_0766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-753352565952871762</id><published>2008-05-20T22:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:35:45.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNI CAMPMore photos, credits go to Guofeng's camera.Us before boarding the ferry!Day 2 breakfast. We were posing with the rubbish in the tray.My cg is cute. (:Do you see the link yet? (: This is Nyam Ching Wee.Lunchtime, with Qinpei who arrived in the late morning. (:Playing dumb.Us at the beach.Blessed are the feet of those who bring good news!I helped Ah Foo capture this emo shot!Alternative </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/753352565952871762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/753352565952871762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#753352565952871762' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SDLdhSTJItI/AAAAAAAADZM/sDkGy7Nbx9Q/s72-c/uni+camp+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-2871867759758669662</id><published>2008-05-19T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:20:58.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A glimpse of uni church camp for you,#1 Praying at the beach for Qinpei. Even without the usual elements that cultivate 'atmosphere', God's presence was undeniably there.#2 Learning rubber band attack tactics from the guys and playing with them after every meal.#3 The night stimulation where we were discples of Christ and being persecuted by Roman soldiers.#4 The time where we went around with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2871867759758669662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2871867759758669662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2871867759758669662' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SDF7HiTJIrI/AAAAAAAADY8/1hUWw4EYW7k/s72-c/IMG_0575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-3368639399406401109</id><published>2008-05-16T09:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:51:58.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How deep, how wide, how great, is Your love for me.I'll be off to St John's Island from 16 to 19 May. (: See you soon.I don't want to return unchanged. Stir up my soul, God.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3368639399406401109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3368639399406401109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#3368639399406401109' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-8050947458114185686</id><published>2008-05-15T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:50:19.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello sheep.There's so much I want to tell you, but I can't seem to find the right words. Not now, anyway.Thank you for the 4 years of being shepherd and sheep. For serving even though you didn't want to, for giving even though you were hesitant, for trusting God even when He was silent. I just want to say that I love you very much. And guess what, God loves you even more.Promise me you'll stick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8050947458114185686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8050947458114185686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8050947458114185686' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SCxpiyTJIqI/AAAAAAAADYU/5k6jiWb4KYA/s72-c/suet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-8840492334926795824</id><published>2008-05-14T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:53:43.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today!(I tried to save the badly taken photo, but this was the best I could do.) Secret CLM was, I suppose, a good time to share our burdens and encourage one another. (: I'm just gratified to hear that we've been staying afloat. Press on, guys.We've definitely grown, in our own little ways.Thank You, Lord, for bringing us through.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8840492334926795824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8840492334926795824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8840492334926795824' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SCr_eCTJInI/AAAAAAAADX8/p2fzHVUBoGM/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-2298247685127158556</id><published>2008-05-13T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:30:15.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like blogging about something trivial. I don't like creamy milk (like HL) but I like milk that tastes a little diluted (like Masters).Today: Morning run. Popped by the National Archives of Singapore and had lunch with Vanessa. Then went over to Cathay, where I plonked myself on a bench and read a non-fiction book for a good 2 hours. When I was about to leave the place, I met my shepherd! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2298247685127158556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2298247685127158556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2298247685127158556' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-5358238737948024308</id><published>2008-05-12T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:51:38.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAST DAY AT WORK"Why didn't you tell us?!" That was how my colleague responded upon finding out that it was my final day in NUS High.These are my friends in the same Lorong. There are 5 of us in this section and I'm really grateful for the banter we have along the aisle. From top, clockwise - Laoshi, who has been an awesome father figure from Day 1, Hilda with her cheerful personality and bright </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5358238737948024308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5358238737948024308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5358238737948024308' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SChHniTJIkI/AAAAAAAADXk/OPoZvRART9k/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-7142796909598985924</id><published>2008-05-11T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T13:41:39.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Come Monday 9am, I will be unemployed and free from the confines of the working world.Strangely, I think I'm going to miss the 15min walk from Clementi MRT. And my lovely desk which I have yet to clear of my clutter. And the students! Ah. I must remember to bring a camera to work tomorrow.So what's lined up for me? As of now, my schedule for next week has already been cast in stone. (: I'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7142796909598985924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7142796909598985924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7142796909598985924' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-3213641599037144271</id><published>2008-05-10T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:20:27.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JCCA4 reunion at Crystal Jade! Photo doesn't include latecomers. I love you guys and I miss you!CG at Nexus. (: Everyone turned up in red or green. (Mind you, it wasn't arranged.) Except me!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3213641599037144271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/3213641599037144271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#3213641599037144271' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SCXDHO13w-I/AAAAAAAADXc/hfp841WozyY/s72-c/P5101985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-8491317129019350605</id><published>2008-05-10T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T01:42:50.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, I am astounded by the extent to which people bare their souls to me. I don't know what I did to deserve such trust.One particular topic has been re-surfacing constantly these days - What's God's vison/will for me? How can you be sure that you're not confusing your plans with His vision? What if I don't receive any signs? How do I choose between Option A and Option B?Perhaps a good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8491317129019350605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8491317129019350605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8491317129019350605' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SCSKHu13w8I/AAAAAAAADXM/R1cBKTdauAY/s72-c/70056381a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-808395766420125968</id><published>2008-05-08T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T00:25:03.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meet Matthew (the black dog, obviously), Goliath-in-the-making, Zelanie and Goliath. (:Decided to do a shout out to all my sheep. Trust me, you'll know when I'm referring to you.SHEEP #1: I'm going to miss you. Will definitely treasure the last proper week together.SHEEP #2: I pray that God's plan will be crystal clear for you, that He will shut and open the doors. It's a tough choice to make (to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/808395766420125968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/808395766420125968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#808395766420125968' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SCMi305KYyI/AAAAAAAADW4/ezI79AntjKM/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-6056160481393690373</id><published>2008-05-08T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:13:39.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yong sheng says:对不起我需要走了.今天约阿夫打羽毛球I'm not sure why this made me laugh so much. Perhaps I was stunned by the appearance of Ah Foo in chinese.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6056160481393690373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6056160481393690373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#6056160481393690373' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-8887950011185681295</id><published>2008-05-07T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:32:07.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just read something in Isaiah that totally blew me away. And it has successfully cleared the cloud of confusion that's been hanging above my head for the past few weeks.(Yes, you are allowed to ask me for more details.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8887950011185681295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8887950011185681295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8887950011185681295' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SCF2G05KYxI/AAAAAAAADWw/Q_wSMSRIaM8/s72-c/walls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-7528303003336101987</id><published>2008-05-06T23:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T01:56:38.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We had our last caregroup together today. The past 2 months together just zipped by.Thanks Crabby, Nyam Nyam, Ah Foo, Pris, Qinnypei, Fellow CL, 'Don't worry', Giraffe, iGallop champion and Sweat for all the memories.There are no goodbyes in the family of God.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7528303003336101987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7528303003336101987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7528303003336101987' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SEglxlMlvLI/AAAAAAAADcs/f5bxvCO-CYs/s72-c/P3301504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-4909165569525863942</id><published>2008-05-06T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:59:15.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you do things like this, how can I not feel touched? (: Thanks, dude.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4909165569525863942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4909165569525863942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4909165569525863942' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SCBieWyvdFI/AAAAAAAADWo/fQouYp_CTbI/s72-c/DSC01120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-4358653324925849714</id><published>2008-05-05T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:51:11.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More courage, wisdom and anointing. I can't do this on my own, Lord.Mia is a woman of a few words these days. Somehow the thoughts in her head don't want to come out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4358653324925849714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4358653324925849714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4358653324925849714' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-1106191767822643880</id><published>2008-05-04T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T11:45:36.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHERWIN! More here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/1106191767822643880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/1106191767822643880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#1106191767822643880' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SB0wNGyvdDI/AAAAAAAADWY/9WbjTLZEDHU/s72-c/NYCB+stayover+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-5471770340988651864</id><published>2008-05-02T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:09:17.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's time for a wordy post.I marked 66 x 2 essays today. Talk about a record, huh?Thank you, dear shepherd, for the lovely time. Even if you spent most of it laughing at what I shared with you. The Nougatine sweet crepe at Canele is pure bliss, by the way.Thank you, beloved sheep, for those precious 2 hours together. I especially liked the chitchat whilst lounging in those red designer armchairs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5471770340988651864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5471770340988651864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5471770340988651864' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-9203084024468572201</id><published>2008-05-01T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:39:08.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CG SLEEPOVERTissue badminton!The shrine for Yongsheng.Haha. That's the box from the new TV at my house.Mini mahjong.We actually watched soccer together.Everyone plays with the furry thing.That's God, the pyramids of Giza and the Stonehenge. We were using the tiles as building blocks. (This was at about 5 or 6am.)Stereo. (:The building constructed by Suet.iPod.Highlight(s) of the sleepover was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/9203084024468572201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/9203084024468572201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#9203084024468572201' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SBnGomyvcrI/AAAAAAAADTY/ey4i_Hoc5ss/s72-c/cg+slpover+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-7208095319447565544</id><published>2008-05-01T09:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:44:38.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I loved Wed/Thurs. (: For 2 reasons:(a) Ho Fung Min: The time together was lovely. (: God is on your side, so yes, press on and I await the breakthroughs from your group! &lt;3 Till our next date.(b) My caregroupBecause I didn't not sleep for the whole of last night, I'm just uploading a few teasers. (: More pictures from the cg sleepover in my next entry!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7208095319447565544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/7208095319447565544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7208095319447565544' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SBkkKWyvcoI/AAAAAAAADTA/c-mGVC3MtYg/s72-c/cg+slpover+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-763395207351031294</id><published>2008-04-29T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:04:05.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhh. (: (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/763395207351031294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/763395207351031294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#763395207351031294' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SBaB8myvcmI/AAAAAAAADSw/I_GRJ7yezCM/s72-c/DSC01104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-5485139024177763954</id><published>2008-04-28T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:58:16.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If they gave up on me then, would I be who I am today?Similarly, if I give up on the two rascals I met at the home...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5485139024177763954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5485139024177763954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5485139024177763954' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-1585086910208958299</id><published>2008-04-27T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:20:03.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was at the dog show held at Leisure Park @ Kallang today. And yes, it was canine heaven - tiny dogs, long dogs, cute dogs, yappy dogs, fluffy dogs, friendly dogs, smelly dogs, BIG dogs, groomed dogs.Thanks for the time today, fellow CL. (: I'd hate to admit it, but I'm certainly relieved that you're back. (Now, now, don't get too cocky!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/1585086910208958299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/1585086910208958299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#1585086910208958299' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SBSKCGyvckI/AAAAAAAADSg/lC05eA1_Bv8/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-5317185131795777649</id><published>2008-04-27T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T01:08:27.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>` t r ac e e / m i  a          how to care for our souls. says:did u miss me today!xiang says:no !!!xiang says:hahaha` t r ac e e / m i  a          how to care for our souls. says:ok lor.` t r ac e e / m i  a          how to care for our souls. says:hahaxiang says:i miss u everyday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5317185131795777649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/5317185131795777649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5317185131795777649' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-2149629146815837380</id><published>2008-04-27T00:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:37:33.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY YONG SHENG! (: Beneath your serious facade, you have this very cheeky side that surprises the caregroup (girls) again and again. And yes, it's obvious that you have a heart for God and the strong desire to mature in Him. Keep growing, brother! I look forward to the day that I get to take a photo with you. Haha.April is indeed a hot month for birthdays.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2149629146815837380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/2149629146815837380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2149629146815837380' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SBNZcWyvchI/AAAAAAAADSM/a2xxnCKdpmA/s72-c/tertiary+cg+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-17369763348020565</id><published>2008-04-25T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:08:59.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have never spent so much money on a gift before.Hello sheep, I sprung that surprise on you because I love you la. And I do want you to remember me when you're miles away.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/17369763348020565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/17369763348020565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#17369763348020565' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SBIB-myvcgI/AAAAAAAADSE/Dd38NwJvM2g/s72-c/guit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-6584762542026784408</id><published>2008-04-25T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:23:41.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you're bored - CLICK!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6584762542026784408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6584762542026784408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#6584762542026784408' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-6508824985850911076</id><published>2008-04-24T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T13:03:06.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are the photos from combined caregroup today at an old cg venue.Shuning and Nettie who really hit it off even though they met for the first time.Mr Gamemaster.Can you guess what game we were playing?Winners.Losers. (Also proof of Sherwin's infidelity to Ah Foo.)Marshmellow madness.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6508824985850911076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/6508824985850911076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#6508824985850911076' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SBCmQ2yvcXI/AAAAAAAADQ8/xv9JJRR3WHw/s72-c/combined+cg+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-811556218689471980</id><published>2008-04-23T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:48:03.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The caregroup (and Sengkim) went down to NTU with baked rice/fried rice to bless our seniors.Us at Qinpei's place. Thanks for hosting us. (: (: Why is Sherwin in almost every photo? Kudos to Abi for the pictures!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/811556218689471980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/811556218689471980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#811556218689471980' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SA9YtWyvcVI/AAAAAAAADQs/lrA0UxJ4Ncs/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-4377082052983267869</id><published>2008-04-23T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T13:35:25.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A flashback to my post on 20 Nov 2007:"What kind of state do I want to be in at the finishing line?Case 1: I've used up every ounce of energy for that very last sprint, because I've only taken up running at various zealous points in my life. I fall at His feet, panting in exhaustion. "You've certainly fought the good fight, my child."Case 2: Being the regular jogger, I've made it a point to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4377082052983267869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4377082052983267869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4377082052983267869' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/R0JHTTVHZtI/AAAAAAAACok/2XzdfH_zDG8/s72-c/snails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-8460095306135116640</id><published>2008-04-22T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:09:10.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meet the rascals I've been teaching for the past few months. (:The Mon and Tue of this week were the last days of official lessons before the exams. Well, let's just say that I'm going to miss going into class and being confronted by miniature zoos. The animals can be very endearing at times. (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8460095306135116640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/8460095306135116640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8460095306135116640' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SA3immyvcTI/AAAAAAAADQc/6QmNsOtjM6o/s72-c/104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-9101477559556045666</id><published>2008-04-21T17:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:13:39.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello, Jesus.You were there when I brisk-walked to school. (I was late.) You were there when I taught them why Singapore and Malaysia went their separate ways. (A tad of uncertainty there, no?) You were there when I gulped down that bowl homecooked porridge. (The first in a long while.)And You're here now. Thanks for being with me, even if I was too caught up in my own world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/9101477559556045666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/9101477559556045666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#9101477559556045666' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SAxac-PuVrI/AAAAAAAADP0/jibIMlpLW-E/s72-c/tertiary+cg+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5618480.post-4648476780586373289</id><published>2008-04-20T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:28:26.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Overdued photos from shepherding on Thursday.Exciting things that have happened over the past few days:- The birthday surprise from the secret CLM at the budget terminal. &lt;3- My vaio had an unplanned sleepover in Nexus on Friday.- Mum got discharged!- The caregroup ate at Crystal Jade Kitchen after service.HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLIVIA! I'm not sure if you know this, but you are someone that I respect a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4648476780586373289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5618480/posts/default/4648476780586373289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trashed-out.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4648476780586373289' title=''/><author><name>tracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186133532982988284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s8OfDtV67D8/SAtPTOPuVlI/AAAAAAAADPE/qcXTWUalwUA/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
