<?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-19237738</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:55:43.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.you.placed.the.stars.in.their.place.and.you.know.them.by.name.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737139951107801353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19237738.post-114130094744170810</id><published>2006-03-02T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T20:02:27.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cf started out great!!</title><content type='html'>today's first day of cf in school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its such an exciting journey.. i cannot wait to see it multiply as the weeks pass.. today started off with an exciting discussion of the whole idea of cf(christian fellowship).. it was really good as there wasn't any really conflict in ideas.. i was really happy about that.. and when we went on to te opening prayer, i just felt that there was these fire that was being set up to burn in every heart.. i began to pray with fire, with passion, with my whole heart out.. i began to cry out to God for the heart of cf.. it was an incredible time just pressing in.. then came the worship.. though it wasn't really organised, it was still good, with everyone getting into  the worship and just adoring our Lord.. it was an amazing time.. the next 1 hour or so was just an exhilarating time of sharing.. there were so many issues brought up.. truly exciting as we hear from different ones, their problems, their breakthroughs, their views on contreversial issues.. and the cool thing about today's session was that everyone opened up, which was a great thing as everyone was honest and shared the secrets of their hearts.. i am really feeling th power of God working through me and others as we work towards seeing a great REVIVAL in our school!!&lt;br /&gt;people out there who think this is the ministry you want to be a part of, just come on down on thursdays or give me a call at 94384177.. its open to anyonw and everyone.. it is an exciting season that shouldn't be missed out by anyone.. hope to see it grow.. step out in faith and trust in Him..&lt;br /&gt;let me share a little of what i see C.F in catholic high as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Ministry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;a platform for christian brothers to worship together and to &lt;stay&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a platform for christian brothers to encourage each other to evangelise in the context of a school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a &lt;prayer&gt; that will impact everyone around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our Mission&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To grow as spiritual brothers and to stand up together for the same cause that is to bring revival to our school and beyond. To pray for, win and nurture oikos in the school environment..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19237738-114130094744170810?l=whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/feeds/114130094744170810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19237738&amp;postID=114130094744170810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/114130094744170810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/114130094744170810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/2006/03/cf-started-out-great.html' title='cf started out great!!'/><author><name>ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737139951107801353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19237738.post-113957754870000454</id><published>2006-02-10T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:23:08.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i never said i'd lie in wait forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if i died we'd be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i can't always just forget her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but she could try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at the end of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or the last thing i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you are never coming home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;never coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;could i? should i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and all the things that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;never ever told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and all the smiles that are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ever, ever, ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;get the feeling that you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;never all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i remember now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at the top of my lungs, in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;arms she dies, she dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at the end of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or the last thing i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you are never coming home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;never coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;could i? should i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and all the things that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;never ever told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and all the smiles that are ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gonna hug me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;never coming home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;never coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;could i? should i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and all the wounds that are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ever gonna scar me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for all the ghosts that are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;never gonna catch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if i fall, if i fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at the end of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or the last thing i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you are never coming home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;never coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;never coming home, never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and all the things that you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;never ever told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and all the smiles that are ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gonna hug me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;never coming home, never coming home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;could i? should i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and all the wounds that are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ever gonna scar me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for all the ghosts that are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19237738-113957754870000454?l=whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/feeds/113957754870000454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19237738&amp;postID=113957754870000454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113957754870000454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113957754870000454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-never-said-id-lie-in-wait-foreverif.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737139951107801353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19237738.post-113733753691759583</id><published>2006-01-15T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:05:36.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blog you person blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha see im so nice i help you type something so at least your readers can read okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. kk i better go now. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19237738-113733753691759583?l=whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/feeds/113733753691759583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19237738&amp;postID=113733753691759583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113733753691759583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113733753691759583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-you-person-blog-hahaha-see-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737139951107801353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19237738.post-113628657315831566</id><published>2006-01-03T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T19:09:33.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year!</title><content type='html'>i guess i'll only blog wad i can remember..i guess the christmas this year is one of the most boring christmas i ever had.. not much of celebrations, but i must say its really nice to know that your friends do love ya.. love the cards i recieve.. read them so often.. heh.. and the presents are really cool.. recieved 3 wrist chains this christmas.. but the greatest thing that happened this christmas was that kaili came to the drama in my church and she got saved.. i'm so so happy.. was praying so hard for her and seeing her go down to the alters just feels my heart with excitement.. i believe that'll be her greatest gift ever.. the days that followed were normal i guess.. cant really remember.. new year's eve is the other highlight.. went to church to have family communion.. was cool and all, then sat with rachel feeling so bored for 2 hours i guess.. until bronson and the rest of the new cell members came.. i'm glad my cell has crazee people like joc and bronson and others.. heh.. so many jokes to crack.. lol.. had cell communion.. then yea.. went to watchnight service.. had a really neat sermon by pastor dom.. and the worship was good though couldn't literally jump.. yea.. so that was new year's eve.. 1st day of 2006 is spent with God  then had tennis in the rain with rach, josh, char, zech and marc.. had fun.. then came my hse to jam a lil.. had dinner at mos burger.. was a tiring and fun day.. heh.. and yea.. so tady's the first day of school.. have mrs bala as english teacher.. though mr fernandez is a nice guy, i think mrs bala will get the job done as well.. haa.. gonna have a good year..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19237738-113628657315831566?l=whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/feeds/113628657315831566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19237738&amp;postID=113628657315831566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113628657315831566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113628657315831566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year.html' title='new year!'/><author><name>ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737139951107801353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19237738.post-113568880295062136</id><published>2005-12-27T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T21:10:12.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey benben!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha. hey everyone reading this blog!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not disclose who i am.. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ben is super talkative!! more talkative than i am! heeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im talking so disjointedly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben says 'so funnaee...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dun you dare delete this entry!! hahaha. take time to type one okay.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dno what to type la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN'S BEING INSANE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i huff and i puff and i blow your comp away!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. he's trying to cool my comp down by blowing at it.. bear in mind he is several MILES away..&lt;br /&gt;BEN'S IN A COOCOOONNNNN. lol. he wants to be a butterfly......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.. the comp is overheating.. hahah. i shall go now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19237738-113568880295062136?l=whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/feeds/113568880295062136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19237738&amp;postID=113568880295062136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113568880295062136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113568880295062136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-benben-hahahahha.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737139951107801353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19237738.post-113530179950690210</id><published>2005-12-23T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T09:36:39.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malaysia-trip</title><content type='html'>okae..so its been 12 days since i last blogged.. quite a few things happened.. went to malaysia for 5 days.. family trip with their cell.. drove all the way up to cameron.. took us bout 7+ hours.. was sick of sitting in the car.. then when we reached there, the recptionists said our room did not have water, which meant that we couldn't bathe, wash hand or even flush the toilet.. it was pathetic, but thank God, somehow the water miraculously went into the room just as we collected the room key.. Praise the Lord.. after settling in, we went out for dinner.. went to some stall selling organic steamboat.. it was really terrible.. it was like all vegtable ecept for a few prawns, a few crabsticks and a few fish balls.. and must i mention that when we ordered the soya bean it turned out to be organic too.. so it too tasted terrible.. ok, so that was our dinner.. there wasn't much to do there but visit the tea plantation, strawberry farms, cactus farm.. but the best thing there is pool.. lol.. played like lore than 10 games of pool there and also an hour of snooker.. aint it cool.. anyways.. we left on the third day for K.L.. it was just a typical holiday there.. parents shop, children walk.. nothing much.. next day was the climax of the trip.. we went to time square shopping mall, but we didn't shop, instead, we went to the theme park inside.. there was asia pacific's largest indoor roller coaster though it was more towars fun than scary.. the rides were not too bad except for this one where it works like a viking except the you get swung 360 degrees which leaves you hanging 6 stories upside down, looking at the ground below with only the safety foam to lean on.. it was kinda freaky, but was worth it.. felt like superman.. haha.. shall stop being so long-winded.. back home, it was just study and tv.. nothing much, can't really go out.. but yea, i went to watch king kong on tuesday night.. it  was a great film.. but really sad ending.. the scenes with all the different creatures were cool, i liked the long neck stampede.. very thrilling.. haha.. so sad that king kong had to die.. ok, so i've been watching dvds all day long.. need to find something to do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19237738-113530179950690210?l=whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/feeds/113530179950690210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19237738&amp;postID=113530179950690210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113530179950690210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113530179950690210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/2005/12/malaysia-trip.html' title='malaysia-trip'/><author><name>ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737139951107801353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19237738.post-113430515316251241</id><published>2005-12-11T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T20:45:53.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>infused-youth-camp-2005</title><content type='html'>haven't been blogging for a long while, lets just move on to youth camp.. but before that, on monday i was totally out of my mind, i somehow had tuition in the morning, had to, no choice, cause i had a camp for the rest of the week, and besides i could not train till i finished my rounds.. guess i have to do it tmr.. i think my cca life is screwed, but i shall not fear for the Lord will be faithful and keep watch over me.. i just pray fall all the best for tomorrows training.. anyways, move on to youth camp.. went to church early on tuesday morning at around 7.30.. i got my first look of my camp group then was quite turn off coz the group was quite quiet, ok, not just quite, VERY!! but nvm.. as we were on the way to sofitel hotel, somehow there was a "tour guide" on the bus, he was talking bout geography, then history, then he went on to social studies, and even politics.. so irritating i had to drown myself with &lt;all&gt;.. haha.. ok, so much but not even at camp yet.. so when we were in camp, we started talking to the group and get to know each other.. quite interesting coz my group had a cross country runner, two trackers, a chior singer, a scout, a badminton player.. cool people.. so we had lunch, but more like a gruesome battle with houseflies.. haha.. ok, so we went on to share our expectations for camp.. and glad to say that God helped me meet every expectation.. cool eh.. i made many new friends.. which was cool, and the experiences in camp was worth too much to ever be forgotten.. so i'll prob focus more on the important stuff which is the God encounters.. every service was a special experience.. was totally awesome.. everyone of you should have been there.. every worship every song we sang was so powerful, it was just so awesome.. the sermons were equally anointed.. every word spoken was truly from the Lord.. His presence was felt throughout the whole camp and till today, i'm still holding that fire that i caught on during the camp.. i just cannot stop now.. i know i have been changed in that camp and i know my life is never going to be the same so guys, if you start seeing a different side of me, please let me know coz it would be a good thing yea.. i'm going to live my life for the great and awesome god.. For it is He who gave me life and i belong to Him.. If anyone who is really interested in my experience in the camp and wants to know about this powerful God i'm talking about, just tag me.. i'll be more than glad to talk to you about it.. there's just too much too say here.. the encounters in camp is just the tip of the iceberg.. there's so much that the Lord has for every single one on this earth and i believe that if you give yourself a chance to open up to the Lord and just recieve, you'll be given the greatest gift you'll ever recieve and your lives will never ever be the same. and another thing i would like to share is my personal calling from God.. Softball has been a really big part of my life.. going to training thrice a week and having so many things going on.. my life revolves around God, church, training, school, studies.. with training taking the large chunk of my life.. I would not say i do not enjoy my cca.. in fact i love in.. I would really love to continue practicing with the guys for probably half a year left, but there is just this really really strong calling from God that i have to fulfill the great commision.. I know many would not know what i am talking about, but that is exactly why i have to obey this calling.. i know making this decision will change my life totally.. I had a vision in the camp, to die to my self, to let go of all i have, to give up what i hold dear to my heart and what i can sacrifice to fulfill my calling and to build His kingdom.. and it so happens that Softball was the thing i have to sacrifice.. all i know is that God is there for me.. i know quitting softball will sound drstic too many especially my team mates, and i know i'm going to leet many down.. i know it is a move that will vring persecutions, but in the midst of these problems, i know i can turn to Him, i just pray that others who are impacted by my decision will also one day understand why i'm doing this.. my mind is set on my one and only God who i'm serving.. I have not done a thing yet, but am praying that God will give me a way to see through this.. those who understand what i'm going through please pray for me, for discernment, for wisdom that, i can hear the voice of God and to follow what he has planned for me.. its getting a lil long.. i'll stop here.. cyaz.. &lt;made.for.mission&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19237738-113430515316251241?l=whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/feeds/113430515316251241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19237738&amp;postID=113430515316251241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113430515316251241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113430515316251241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/2005/12/infused-youth-camp-2005.html' title='infused-youth-camp-2005'/><author><name>ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737139951107801353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19237738.post-113352777193520609</id><published>2005-12-02T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T09:29:23.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun-day-cum-training-camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok, this post is to catch up on alot of lost time.. had training camp from monday thru thursday.. everyday full training.. though it was really straining and draining, it was to me a great camp.. i really enjoyed the camp.. but the whole thing started off on a wrong note that got me into real crap.. on monday i was supposed to be in school by 8 for training.. on sunday night, i told my dad to wake me up, but by monday morning at 7.40, i just opened my eyes and i was so frantic, i ran down and realised the car isn't home and my parents are both out.. that got me into even higher frantic level.. I put on my pe kit and dashed out of the house and low and behold, there was a traffic jam on braddel road.. so by the time i got to the braddel bus stop, it was 8 and i decided to take a cab.. and by the time i reached school, it was 8:08.. 8 MIN LATE.. and that means i had to run 4km for warm up.. at first while i was running, coach wasn't there yet, but at the last round, when i was at the finish line, coach came down from the steps and saw me, and he knew i was late.. that was when i got into deep sh**.. for that whole training i was given hell.. being put down by all the lousy comments and coach decided to bring back bad memories to haunt me.. i guess i deserve it.. anyways, i'm alright now, still alive.. haha.. ok, so much for the first day of camp.. the next 3 days was good.. was helping jo catch his pitch.. was really fun and ya, glad it did help improve my eyeing.. on wednesday night had bbq, then we were watching madagascar for first half but laterchanged movie to the perfect catch.. super funny show.. quite good.. had a good nite that day.. ok, let me skip to thursday.. broke camp at 1 and then came home, got ready for another session of tuition.. and of coz within ten min, my eyes were shut, i was sleeping le.. and  he took quite awhile to realise that when he was sitting just next to me.. haha.. anyways, after that tiresome lesson on organic chem, i got ready to go for grandma's birthday party at some wierd restaurant.. though food was expensive it wasn't really worth it.. bad choice of place.. ok, so i was rushing coz isthmus was already jamming at the church.. by the time i left river valley, it was already 9.. so i got to the church at around 10.. had a messy session of jamming.. but still quite ok.. everyone like quite turn off like that.. ok, that was about it for thursday.. now on to friday.. went to sentosa in the morning.. met everyone at harbourfront at around 11.. then we went to macs.. at first me, bronson, yong jin and kai jie went to coldstorage to get some stuff, then when we went back everyone was moving off, so we thought they were going to island alr, so happens, daryl was still ordering food, so we waited for him.. then we assumed and took the bus to sentosa.. but actually the rest were at the food couort.. lol!! anyway, when we finally reached the beach together, we paid up for equipment and played volleyball.. was a terrible time for volleyball, the wind was too strong for the light ball.. it wouldn't go pass the net or it would have flown to who knows where.. later we went swimming while the bulk of them went to kayak.. we were swimming to them and grabbing onto their kayaks.. quite fun la.. getting a lil tired, we decided to go and make use of the free games of pool we had.. mark was total ownage!! he's a sharpshooter.. along with his sidekick issac.. they do heavy damage.. i had no form that day.. dunno why.. haha.. so much for pool, later we played abit of friskbee, then beach soccer and i scored 3 goals.. yay!! hehe.. havn't played soccer in like a year?! so it was almost 6 when we decided to get out of the place.. saw 6 police cars at the wash up area.. and overheard that someone was pronounced dead.. quite tragic.. so we went to wash up but the showers were all hogged with people, so i came up with an idea of bath at the public tap which was meant for washing the sand offf your leg.. so i was squatting there scrubbing the sand off my body.. felt like the olden times.. haha.. so deprived right.. haha.. ok, shall blog about sat tmr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19237738-113352777193520609?l=whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/feeds/113352777193520609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19237738&amp;postID=113352777193520609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113352777193520609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113352777193520609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/2005/12/fun-day-cum-training-camp.html' title='fun-day-cum-training-camp'/><author><name>ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737139951107801353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19237738.post-113305718383867149</id><published>2005-11-27T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T10:06:23.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok, here's a testimony to the great God.. i've been feeling quite alone in my spiritual walk but wad happened ytd was totally cool.. recieving membership great.. at least i know i'm part of this trinity, a part of the family.. and to break the solitude in my spiritual walk came the powerful prayer by the youths and adult leaders.. i could totally feel the presence of God as everyone was praying over the few of us as we stood there to be recieved as members.. i could feel the power of God moving thru me, the deep encounter feeling him right there at the spot.. i totally refreshed me.. that was all i need, one touch from him and it changed the season of my life.. great and awesome is our God.. and at cell, it was another great time, another enriching, another edifying time of fellowship.. learnt so much on the different things each individual has learnt through their TAWG.. oh ya, and yesterday's sermon was so relevant.. it was talking about finishing well.. God is so evident in my life now.. I can hear so ever clearly now and i'm sure he's going to do real great stuff in me.. feel so soaked now.. great time man.. yay, later gonna have tennis.. cant wait to get out of the hse.. so bored.. haha.. ok, gotta go, ze yi in my hse.. hahaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19237738-113305718383867149?l=whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/feeds/113305718383867149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19237738&amp;postID=113305718383867149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113305718383867149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113305718383867149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/2005/11/ok-heres-testimony-to-great-god.html' title=''/><author><name>ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737139951107801353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19237738.post-113291081936694862</id><published>2005-11-25T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T10:06:49.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wads-wrong-with-my-life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TGIF!! one more day to church.. hehe.. looking forward to tomorrow.. going to recieve membership tomorrow.. yay!! so today was supposed to be trashy day. but it turned out not too bad i guess.. had morning training which we had a surprise coffee break in the middle.. coz there was a conference in school and they had leftover food.. haha.. so called us to help.. then after that continued with a little more training then we ended ahead of schedule for the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; time in history.. haha.. maybe i'm exasgerating a lil, but yea.. was totally unexpected.. anyways, just finished my tuition.. today's the first session.. man the tuitor is boring.. though it was one to one, and i was sitting right next to him, i literally dozed off.. the funny thing was that he didn't notice and the best part was that he said he was glad i didn't find him boring and doze off during his lesson.. haha.. playing tennis this sunday.. so excited.. haha.. hope i dont be a living joke at the court.. haha.. brain was zapped during tuition.. cant find things to say, besides i bet no one's reading my blog too.. so wads the point in writing so much rubbish.. lol.. tata..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19237738-113291081936694862?l=whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/feeds/113291081936694862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19237738&amp;postID=113291081936694862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113291081936694862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113291081936694862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/2005/11/wads-wrong-with-my-life.html' title='wads-wrong-with-my-life'/><author><name>ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737139951107801353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19237738.post-113283557450646584</id><published>2005-11-24T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T10:07:16.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now-its-getting-somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bored again.. when am i getting out of this.. at least today was a more fruitful day.. had training in the morning which was supposed to end bout 10+ but dragged on till 1240.. then tmr got another training.. its so killing but cannot complain.. i missed two full trainings last week le and not for getting the 4 more i'm going to miss.. but all these will go to waste if i dont study now.. going to have sorta entry test next year.. if i fail, i can kiss goodbye to softball.. thats the real deal.. anyways, was talking bout today.. had lunch with mum at j8.. went to swensens.. was really good.. haha.. did i miss out the fact that the whole restaurant was filled with p6 students celebrating.. the woman in front of me in line was like calling her friends to brag about her daughter's result of 269 and her friend's of 282.. didn't see the poit in doing that when even her daughter wasn't happy about it.. so after all the bill was settled, when up to get stuff.. and yep, got my racquet grip.. gotta play some tennis.. hehe.. now working on the blog which still looks as crappy as me.. ahaha.. but at least it has gotten somewhere thanks to adele who helped me to even start and chloe taught me how to get the skin and stuff.. wad a useless bum i am.. haha.. ok must i mention i'm not quite into this still.. getting the hang of it soon.. shall stop crapping for now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19237738-113283557450646584?l=whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/feeds/113283557450646584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19237738&amp;postID=113283557450646584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113283557450646584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113283557450646584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/2005/11/now-its-getting-somewhere.html' title='now-its-getting-somewhere'/><author><name>ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05737139951107801353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19237738.post-113273985042769884</id><published>2005-11-23T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T10:07:36.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing-better-to-do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this is my first blog post.. feels stupid i think.. in anycase i'm still on it.. all because i'm bored and also because i'm really bored and the ultimate reason is because i'm really very bored.. after stoning for more than 3 hours i decided to do something stupid like this, how bad can i get.. anyways i dont have much to say bout things at least not yet, as you have heard, its just been boredom boredom.. someone pick me out of this pathetic plight. ok, probably noone's going to get to read this yet because i'm not going announce to the world that i've started blogging.. this is so wrong.. it sounds as if i'm anti-blogging when i'm blogging.. an oxymoron.. woah.. ok, smallvilles' starting and i gotta fly.. byee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19237738-113273985042769884?l=whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenilookatthestarrs.blogspot.com/feeds/113273985042769884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19237738&amp;postID=113273985042769884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19237738/posts/default/113273985042769884'/><link rel='self' 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