<?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-17395430</id><updated>2012-02-17T07:11:23.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack of all trades,Master of none</title><subtitle type='html'>Able to do many kind of stuff, but unable to master them
Its a sad,sad,trait...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>401</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-745806976669136685</id><published>2011-02-22T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T01:24:09.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry Mr.Blogger, but Tumblr has become a very close and affectionate companion of mine. We've had a good long run, and I'm sure there's plenty of good memories in this store. Tumblr's been awesome, but then again, he doesn't offer the personal touch that you offer, Mr.Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll visit you more often? I understand that it's all give and give and give with you, but hey, here am I giving back to you :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth am I doing you're just a blog, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Well. Um. Now, that was awkward. If it isn't obvious by now, well, I got sucked in by Tumblr! It's just... really attractive and offers so much at the cost of so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here now? Well, maybe for the anonymity? Maybe for kicks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be frank, seeing as this blog kind of journals my entire life down, or at least the parts I choose to remember, I think maybe an update would be in order,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been a rollercoaster, as always. Ups and downs, but God is always there with me, doing whatever He can to make sure I understand what He's doing and trust Him on it. Right now, God is just awesome. As if human-made words could ever describe his Godliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as of right now, well. I miss basketball. I really want to compete. I feel ready and fit to compete. But as of right now, I don't see any competing down the road. God has other things in store for me, and I trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a crush, of which I've gone through a cycle/spiral of over-analysing and emotional highs &amp;amp; lows, until which I reminded myself that I want to stick to the age of 21 before I get attached. There are many things God wants me to do, and becoming attached... is not one of them I see in the road ahead for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, who knows what God has in store for us? All we can hope to do is just be wise with the decisions in our life and trust God's will. If it's meant to happen, it will happen. If it's not meant to happen, well, no matter how hard you try, it won't happen. Or maybe the timing's wrong. It's confusing I know, but put it this way. As humans, God gave us the freedom to do anything we want, with his guidance. Now, being the sinful creatures that we became ever since Adam ate the forbidden fruit, this may lead to bad decisions on our part if we listen to the wrong voice.  He gave us His Word, His Guide on how to be good, what are the right decisions to make, so that we KNOW how to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the gray areas that we humans form with our minds, or are not wise enough to decipher which is right or wrong, or in many cases right or right-er, we go with God's Will. In another sense, what I mean is, given the freedom on this Earth, God gave us His Support in whatever we do. He gave us His Word to teach us, He gave us the Holy Spirit to guide us. He'll support every decision we make, that is, if it aligns with His Word. If it doesn't, then whatever we hope to achieve through that decision won't happen. Okay, I think I'll leave it at that. I'm going round and round in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvest is growing, Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke down in tears yesterday. But I refused to back down because, in a very arrogant and self righteous sense, Harvest will need me to become stronger in spirit and in faith. God doesn't need me, but I'm honored that He chose me. I can't let him down, I can't let down the people who put their faith in me. Whatever tears that flowed down my face yesterday, were just reminders to myself that I'm just human. That I need God's Grace and Love to be felt ever more apparently in my life, to be depended on. Even though it was human interaction that I sought out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are humen, and we are weak. We need to learn to depend on God for strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, the reader, whom I doubt will be any one other than me or my future spouse who may come and laugh at my humorous past,  havent' figured it out by now, well, I'm writing this as though I'm speaking to myself. And, the first of this post's, I shall now declare: LOLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I guess that's it so far. Life's been getting better and worse at times, but I know I'm headed upwards and closer to the kingdom of heaven. Let's hope in the future, when I come back here, I'll get closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never lose sight of your first love, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Keith from February 22, 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-745806976669136685?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/745806976669136685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=745806976669136685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/745806976669136685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/745806976669136685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2011/02/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-766656170561313349</id><published>2010-08-02T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:05:40.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TUMBLR</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I havent been updating much. Now with the study breaks here, I expect to be writing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE OTHER HAND. I'LL BE STARTING A TUMBLR TML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE HOW ^^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-766656170561313349?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/766656170561313349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=766656170561313349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/766656170561313349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/766656170561313349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/08/tumblr.html' title='TUMBLR'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-4641413430479849746</id><published>2010-07-13T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:24:23.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major project OVER</title><content type='html'>It has indeed been awhile, Mr.Blog. I hope to write in you more often as my projects die down and study break starts. I really miss typing tales of wonder and imagination in you. Recording down every single thought that appears in my mind and flows on and on and on. I'm even thinking about doing something special, talking about various things in my life that appeals to me. I really miss you, Mr.Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, our time is limited, study break has not started yet. For now, I bid thee, farewell, Mr.Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-4641413430479849746?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/4641413430479849746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=4641413430479849746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4641413430479849746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4641413430479849746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/07/major-project-over.html' title='Major project OVER'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-6766196001137966364</id><published>2010-07-01T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T01:39:28.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God,</title><content type='html'>To play basketball on a grand stage, to make music and to be an athlete of all sports is what I want to while on this earth. Of course, bringing and giving God all the glory. But, at this phase of my life, my lifestyle has come to a split decision, to a quesiton of priority, of which both would bring honour to God. Burdened... It's no question that I'm burdened and want to do both, if I have the resources. But I don't. It comes down to priority. God, what do you want my priority to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-6766196001137966364?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/6766196001137966364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=6766196001137966364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/6766196001137966364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/6766196001137966364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-god.html' title='Dear God,'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-5077138304296845250</id><published>2010-06-26T02:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T02:46:50.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball. Sports. Guitar. Harmonica. Bass. Music. I wanna learn them all!</title><content type='html'>God has blessed us all with our lives on earth, and our talents that we have. How we use our talents is a gift back to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God that He has blessed me with the talent of hard work, that whatever I set my mind to learning, I can do it. Not working hard will only dishonor Him and this talent that He gave me. And I don't want to dishonor Him anymore. Not that I'm taking this as a one-time commitment thing again, but a day-by-day thing, that everyday, I want to see myself grow into a better person, into the man God created me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little something to take up blog space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-5077138304296845250?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/5077138304296845250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=5077138304296845250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5077138304296845250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5077138304296845250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/06/basketball-sports-guitar-harmonica-bass.html' title='Basketball. Sports. Guitar. Harmonica. Bass. Music. I wanna learn them all!'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-124589331666188548</id><published>2010-05-30T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:07:18.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asia Conference, FINALE!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I didn't go today. I've got a test to study for. But I'm listening to the live radio now. Here, I'm gonna write down stuff from the service or radio telecast or what A.R Bernard's sharing from the word of God that strikes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We are to be in the world, not of the world. Cultural Mandate.&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN NO ONE WANTED US, WHEN THE DEVIL WAS TRYING TO AUCTION OFF OUR SOULS, SOMEBODY FROM THE CROWD STOOD UP! "WOULD ANYONE LIKE TO BUY THIS PERSON?! WHAT IS YOUR NAME SIR?!" "My name is Jesus Christ."&lt;br /&gt;3. WOO GOD OF MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;4. Dont have money in your pocket at the end of the age. Feed the hungry! Light the lamps! Sow the seeds!&lt;br /&gt;5. Is the way the world is today the way it is supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;6. Movement is not Progress&lt;br /&gt;7. Who we want to reach out to starts with valuing them and honoring them.&lt;br /&gt;8. Every Talent is God given. For us to honor Him, build relationships with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you know what, the whole conference today over the radio was fantastic. My only regret was that I did not experience it with everyone else. Nevertheless, this will be a huge change in everyone's life. And Harvest teens will make PROGRESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-124589331666188548?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/124589331666188548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=124589331666188548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/124589331666188548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/124589331666188548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/05/asia-conference-finale.html' title='Asia Conference, FINALE!'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-4548723526203728386</id><published>2010-05-30T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T01:08:35.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asia Conference, Pastor Reinhard Bonnke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/TAFJ9WrTeNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/q_MwRA8YoCg/s1600/19571_218890728740_746943740_3162777_7008106_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476739940267292882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/TAFJ9WrTeNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/q_MwRA8YoCg/s320/19571_218890728740_746943740_3162777_7008106_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight was an amazing night. God filled the halls with his presense, as the masses came running to their heavenly Father. And He granted them visions, anointing, forgiveness, and most of all, love. He granted everyone Love for one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me? I know He has something different for me. He gave others a heart for the nations. He gave me a heart for my home. To make my home His home. He doesn't want me at any other place, He wants me here. All that has transcended, it was the preparation phase for me. Our God is a creative God. He gives each and every one of us different purposes, each one with its own unique-ness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past few weeks, I dreaded being alone. I ws depressed whenever I'm alone, thinking unreal and depressing thoughts that almost, but thank God it didn't, bordered on the suicidal. But all of that was God preparing me. Because this path that He has given me, is different from everyone. This is a path that I have to walk by myself, with people joining in along the way or at the end of the way, not at the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, it's different. God prepared me to be by myself, and that alone means I'm not, because God is with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harvest Teens, I love you. And that's way, I will reap the harvest that is before me. Harvest Teens, you will grow. Not only in numbers but spiritually. The only way for you to go is up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all starts with prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breaking through. Watch out, because here. we. come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-4548723526203728386?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/4548723526203728386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=4548723526203728386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4548723526203728386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4548723526203728386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/05/asia-conference-pastor-reinhard-bonnke.html' title='Asia Conference, Pastor Reinhard Bonnke'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/TAFJ9WrTeNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/q_MwRA8YoCg/s72-c/19571_218890728740_746943740_3162777_7008106_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-8776755198260333595</id><published>2010-05-29T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T03:38:03.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asia Conference</title><content type='html'>I went to Asia conference for the second time. Friday was the second, Thursday was the first. I'll be going again on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia conference has been nothing short of awesome. To see the number of souls hungry for God has been amazing. And we all know that we are more than that. I really want to see the day come when the gates of heaven open, and all nations bow down in worship of the Lord, our Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's one was awesome. Just what I needed. God dug me out of the hole I was digging myself into. He refilled my cup till it overfloweth. I'm ready to start giving everything again to everyone. This time will be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love one another just as He has loved us. This is a new command.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-8776755198260333595?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/8776755198260333595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=8776755198260333595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8776755198260333595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8776755198260333595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/05/asia-conference.html' title='Asia Conference'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-8949813647004930183</id><published>2010-05-26T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T01:02:32.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream.</title><content type='html'>Studying my butt off for the sake of something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna train in basketball more often. I got sidetracked from what I dreamt about doing, but now this dream has got an added purpose to it. To spread the love of God on a bigger stage. On a bigger court.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-8949813647004930183?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/8949813647004930183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=8949813647004930183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8949813647004930183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8949813647004930183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/05/dream.html' title='Dream.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-8727486792322645805</id><published>2010-05-16T22:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:27:57.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love: Nay.</title><content type='html'>Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. This little sentence may be the biggest lie told to children. I think the intended purpose of this sentence is to tell the child to not let the words hang in the hearts. Because, words sting like hell. Words are very, very powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can conjure up a world within the limit of one's imagination. They can tear down a reputation that took who knows how long and how many hands to build. Words can be used to communicate feelings that one finds hard to express. Words can cause a heart to flutter and to break.The subtlety, the colourful, the depressing, the joyful, all sorts of expressions can be expressed with words. Subtlety and being indirect, I guess ever seeing those words and reading them was my downfall from the beginning. Words can bring a man up to infinity and beyond, but they can also cause a man to fall into the depths of hell. I guess I shouldn't believe everything that I read on the net. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if she were to read this, would she think,"Is this directed at me?" Because every post that she wrote, I had my doubts at first but ultimately there was a little thought at my head, that's ever so small,"maybe, just maybe it's me." And because I believed that, it's what led to this. Conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the lessons you learnt in Vietnam. Remember why you wanted to wait till you're 21. Even though she seems ever so awesome now, God has a guaranteed plan and purpose for you. Guarantee or no guarantee? Love: Yay or Nay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, loving you has been the best thing that ever happened to me. And having this crush on her has been killing me so far, with quite a few short spurts of ecstacy in between, but reading her recent words? Whether it's for me or not, it's time I put a plug onto the road that leads to my heart. Love: Nay. That is until I'm 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471896062655612530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/S_AUekZyRnI/AAAAAAAAAZs/KheMLmh_h3A/s320/29930_1442308187648_1531390943_31099369_6440088_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-8727486792322645805?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/8727486792322645805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=8727486792322645805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8727486792322645805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8727486792322645805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-nay.html' title='Love: Nay.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/S_AUekZyRnI/AAAAAAAAAZs/KheMLmh_h3A/s72-c/29930_1442308187648_1531390943_31099369_6440088_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-3040443623438346450</id><published>2010-05-15T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:35:14.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good.</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to learn more about what sacrifice really means. Jesus sacrificed himself on the cross for our sins. What does that really mean? Jesus is sacrificed himself on the cross for our sins. What does that really mean? Jesus is someone we should all try to be. He loved us like no human ever could. He gave himself up willingly, though it was tearing him apart inside. Yet he did so, he did what was right, what was God's plan for Him, to save the souls of all of us, and it was making him sorrowful. He loved us, the inhabitants of the world, so much that He gave himself up to die on the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This started to make me think. Actually, it started with a song that some of us are recently engrossed about, Secondhand Serenade's Your Call. The chorus of the song got me thinking. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;"I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;I am torn to do what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;To make you mine, so stay with me tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the supposed relation? Here's what I felt was connected.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was born to tell the world that God loves them.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is torn to do what he has to do, that is, to die on the cross for us.&lt;br /&gt;To make us his, so he tells us to stay with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continually, Jesus has shown us his and our Father's love for us, and tells us to love our brothers and sisters, sinners and prostitutes alike. He calls us to love our neighbours as we would ourselves. There are many accounts for the love he has shown to everyone, for the compassion he shows towards us. He is the ultimate testimony of God's Love for us. He was born to tell us that He loves us, that God loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Matthew 26:38a, it says "Then he said to them,'My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death..." On the inside, He was tearing himself apart. Jesus knows of the plan God has for Him. But after all, He is human. Another example is Luke 22:44, "And being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground." He was anguished! He was so affected at knowing what He has to do, He did what He knew best would help him: pray. And He prayed so hard. But ultimately He did what he had to do. He saved us all. Even though he was filled with sorrow, He did what God set out for Him and died on the cross. Jesus was torn to do what he had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, in Matthew 26:38b, I continue on with what Jesus to Peter and two sons of Zebedee "Stay here and keep watch with me." In Mark 14:34, " 'My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death,' he said to them. "Stay here and keep watch." But continue on from these two verses and Jesus continually finds his disciples asleep. In Matthew, Jesus tells them to stay and keep watch with Him. I'm not sure why it differs in that way in Mark. My point being, Jesus didn't ask. He told them to stay and keep watch WITH him, as he went further away to pray. What did He pray about? He prayed "Abba Father, everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me. Yet not what I will, but what you will." in Mark. In Matthew, "My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knows what He has to do, to save us all. His life was to show of God's Love, to tell us HE LOVES US. But He was torn to do it. But, He knew he had to, and I believe this showed that he WANTED TO as well. He prayed that may God's will be done, and not his own. For the sake of us, He died for us. The ultimate sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now whenever I hear or play the song, I think of Jesus. I could almost imagine him singing ,"I was born to tell you I love you. I am torn to do what I have to do, to make you mine. So stay with me tonight." to his disciples. Or at least, telling them that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So related or unrelated, I want to learn more about the meaning of sacrifice for what is right and good. And when I think of sacrifice, I think of Jesus's ultimate sacrifice on the cross. The very symbolism of sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest thing in the world to happen to someone is not that he knows God. The greatest thing in the world to happen to someone is that God knows him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-3040443623438346450?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/3040443623438346450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=3040443623438346450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3040443623438346450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3040443623438346450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-is-good.html' title='God is good.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-452902540064993981</id><published>2010-05-13T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:45:24.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night.</title><content type='html'>Lately, the night has been my enemy. I get distracted. I get down. I get depressed. I think too much. I get lonely. I get the feeling of being ignored. I get the feeling of hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that whenever I'm down or depressed, I always want to eat. It's like my default function, to eat. I think in my past life, I was a food tester. Eat in the good times, eat in the bad times, my livelihood was to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to talk to friends at night to alieviate the depression and lonliness. Nothing better than the company of friends right? Well, they're human too, they have their bad nights as well. They face the same stuff that I do everyday. Misery loves company? I do love company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to start a sports ministry in church. It's going to get off to a rocky start, I foresee. I feel sports is one of the greatest gifts that God has given us, along with Love, music, and food =P. But I honestly sometimes cannot understand how someone can get by not loving one sport along the journey of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a random post. I want to rant, but I have work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-452902540064993981?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/452902540064993981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=452902540064993981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/452902540064993981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/452902540064993981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/05/night.html' title='The Night.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-7417533095777322665</id><published>2010-05-02T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T01:31:22.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value of Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/S9xlQMZQGtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/liNDRS7Br7o/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466355376600390354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/S9xlQMZQGtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/liNDRS7Br7o/s320/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With me wanting and making a list of things that I want, money is needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With me wanting to save up for an oversea semester's worth of America's sports education, money is needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With me wanting to pimp out my room, money is needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With us wanting to grow bigger in numbers, a bigger place is needed, money is needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With us wanting a bigger space for activities, money is needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With us wanting to pimp out our spaces, money is needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the base of it all, underneath the administration, the manpower, the logistics, the events to be unfolded, money is needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When God decides to move our church to a new place, this is when God also moves people to take action towards it, and in effect, also helping people to better manage their own expenses and lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, I'm taking up a more serious view towards how I spend my money. For the past month (or year), I've always spent my money quite loosely, hardly thinking about savings, but only putting aside a certain sum for tithing every week. I think it's because there was nothing I desired strong enough to be saving money for. I wanted alot of things, but I didn't want it strong enough to take long term actions for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I want this. I want to help towards the building of our new church building. I once told myself that when I'm older, if I have enough money, I want to build a new building for my church. God has done so much for me through it. Not only is it right that I want to pay back what God has given me, but I think for the first time, this is something that I really, really want. I never felt this desire for something in a while. Since buying a basketball, saving up for my first team jersey, or buying yugioh cards since primary school. And so, I want to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the prayer meeting we had for the church building fund, they had a slide on how different 200 people can contribute towards the building fund. I took it as a challenge like "Which category of people do you want to be in?". And so God showed me a category that I can take within my means (or alot out of it), and I took it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the ride home today, I took out my book, and did some calculations. How much I need to put aside to save that amount. How much I can put aside for myself as well. I took this chance to really manage out my expenses, to save towards something that I desire to see happen, and towards some stuff that I wanted to buy for a while =p. For my oversea's education of one semester, I decided to put aside that thought and did not leave any savings for it. I'm leaving the matter of this up to God. This is what I want to do, where I want to go, but is that where God wants me to go? We'll find out when that time comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. I thank God for this opportunity to help me fully realize better the value of money. I thank God for giving me this chance to better my life. To become a better, more responsible man. To become a man of worth. A man after God's own heart. Like David. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-7417533095777322665?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/7417533095777322665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=7417533095777322665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7417533095777322665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7417533095777322665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/05/value-of-money.html' title='The Value of Money'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/S9xlQMZQGtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/liNDRS7Br7o/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-3885043809751849713</id><published>2010-04-30T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T01:20:08.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internal Monologue</title><content type='html'>Ever experience times where your brain is stuck on overdrive, words and phrases, witty thoughts and interesting questions keep popping up? I've had them the whole week. And I've hardly had time to pen them all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a twitter. Looks like it isn't a high maintenance thing, so I could get used to it =). Now all I need to learn is how to hook it up to plurk. Ah technology. Will your wonders never cease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. My mind's been stuck on this internal monologue thing all week. There's a narrator in my head, narrating my life, every step i take, every work i speak, this little narrator takes it in, and digests in, and turns it into something I would have never expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a little hyper this week as well. Guess it's due to all the talking in my head and less actions in the real world =p. Gotta get some exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late, 8am class tml. There's no teens on saturday =(. CG's going out though, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there's always sunday =). Guitar class ftw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-3885043809751849713?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/3885043809751849713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=3885043809751849713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3885043809751849713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3885043809751849713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/04/internal-monologue.html' title='Internal Monologue'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-543322100650415686</id><published>2010-04-20T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:20:16.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Happy.</title><content type='html'>The most important thing about friends. They'll be there for you when they hear/see/know you're falling. I will be there for you. Please don't give up. So far, there are two of you out there. Don't give up. Keep fighting to be happy! Walls protect you from people or things that are trying to hurt you. But they also block out love and concern from people who care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad knowing my friends are sad. Happiness is a choice, not a circumstance. It is a conscious choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-543322100650415686?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/543322100650415686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=543322100650415686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/543322100650415686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/543322100650415686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/04/be-happy.html' title='Be Happy.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-1343055314531794232</id><published>2010-04-18T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:10:43.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go!</title><content type='html'>First day of the new school year tml! Old classmates, new modules, new routine, new chapter =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the best of it. In Campus Crusade, in being a Christ-like Athlete, in being A good example for God =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-1343055314531794232?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/1343055314531794232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=1343055314531794232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1343055314531794232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1343055314531794232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-go.html' title='Let&apos;s go!'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-5207602497142755763</id><published>2010-04-14T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:34:53.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got back from Vietnam on the 9th of April =). It was awesome! 5 vietnamese brothers came to know Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to express my feelings and my thoughts out, but I see busy days ahead. Especially with school reopening and all.. I wanna open a tumblr and a twitter! And I have yet to learn the harmonica =(. Busy days ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-5207602497142755763?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/5207602497142755763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=5207602497142755763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5207602497142755763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5207602497142755763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-back-from-vietnam-on-9th-of-april.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-7327249714385362884</id><published>2010-03-25T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T03:11:12.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a good day. basketball with friends. Hanging out with awesome friends from church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to go on the mission. Be back on the 9th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-7327249714385362884?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/7327249714385362884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=7327249714385362884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7327249714385362884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7327249714385362884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-2028134528854032120</id><published>2010-03-22T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:54:42.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts.</title><content type='html'>My God is real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-2028134528854032120?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/2028134528854032120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=2028134528854032120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2028134528854032120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2028134528854032120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/03/facts.html' title='Facts.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-1242279423398998140</id><published>2010-03-21T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:06:40.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The kidnapper</title><content type='html'>Went to watch "The Kidnapper" today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt is was quite good, for a Singaporean movie. The action scenes are top notch. It is still going to be made fun of, because it is a singaporean movie =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it was quite an accurate portrayal of a kidnapping. The way the child was treated made me disgusted, and many a time I wanted to leave the cinema. Why would I want to make myself feel further upset? But I stayed on, because I want the bad guy to get his just desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deluded mind games, the cat and mouse chase, just goes to show how well oiled is the kidnapper's train of thought. And also how deluded he is. I felt he died way too easily in the end lol. I like comic book villains. They seem to fumble everything up, resulting in a sequence of hilarious events. But I can never tolerate real evil. It disgusts and angers me and makes me want to do something to stop it. This kidnapper, as "intelligent" and crazy as he was, deserved a much, much more painful fate lol. Watch the movie and you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the ending. It fits, unlike most movies nowadays. It gives the audience a sense of satisfaction knowing everything is back to normal, yet leaves room to question as to how it got to that point. It showed how their lives went on exactly the same between father and son, with a few changes here there to of course, tie everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kidnapper is a story of a father's love for his son, and his desperation to do anything to save him. A line in the movie: A child without parents is called an orphan. But what about a parent without a child? There are no words to describe that. I am now nameless, because I have failed as a parent to protect my son. (I changed it here and there, but you get the gist of it lol). But it's not just any story about a father's love. It's a story between Ah Huat and Mr Lim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-1242279423398998140?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/1242279423398998140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=1242279423398998140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1242279423398998140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1242279423398998140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/03/kidnapper.html' title='The kidnapper'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-958105549251461977</id><published>2010-03-19T02:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T02:59:39.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good day.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I met up with some of the mission team to plan the cultural night. It went over okay, thought I realized one crucial problem: I'm not at all ready or prepared for what the trip means, for what it would unfold. And I'm not just talking about physically. I need to prepare myself, people's lives are at stake! It's time to get serious, to focus.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450046820000712802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/S6J0tQtjyGI/AAAAAAAAAZc/vm0EoCJuywM/s320/P3150050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the meeting, we headed to bras basah to get some stuff. I never realized what an amazing shop art friend is O_O! I stared in wide eyed amazement at all the art supplies one can get their hands on! Also, that there are so many awesome shops in bras basah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to another store "Ranking Sports and Music" next. I was like a kid in a candy store! It sold so many awesome instruments! Including but not exclusively, many awesome guitars and a certain ukulele =P. They even sold guitar straps and bags! I want to head back there one day =p, may even consider getting a guitar there =p.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then walked to bugis where everyone split ways and I headed home. I decided to hang out at the hub awhile, going to popular to read books and then getting dinner before heading home. I realized that these times spent by myself just going about my business is really refreshing. It could be that I carried on the tone of thinking alot since yesterday, but whatever it was, I realized alot about myself today. That I wouldn't mind spending some "me" time, and that I really love my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt I wasted my time finishing one whole series of manga that I wanted to read. True, I could've done so many other more productive things. But, I understand more about myself now, not really because of the manga, but the reason I read it. I further understood my interest and appreciation in the still arts, of manga, drawing and photography. If ya have plurk, well, my thoughts are more clearly expressed about this, so ya can check them out. I realized I like analyzing personalities, both reality and reading up on the different personas that authors create in their stories. One manga, "Eyeshield 21", correctly portrays many attitudes one takes towards sports. The one that I chionged today, "Genshiken", really catches certain personalities of the otakus spot on, and really turns them alive! This is one reason why I like manga; It draws out a fantasy, it writes a story, it creates a moment in time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really adore introspective days like this; much more when I have the time to really act them out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-958105549251461977?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/958105549251461977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=958105549251461977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/958105549251461977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/958105549251461977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-day.html' title='A good day.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/S6J0tQtjyGI/AAAAAAAAAZc/vm0EoCJuywM/s72-c/P3150050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-7334806280729250424</id><published>2010-03-18T19:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T02:40:13.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayers, and Doers.</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up with plans of aspirations and of doing that little bit more to reach my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up having more eye rest. Not that I'm disappointed or anything; I was pretty exhausted at having played or "trained" basketball the whole previous day. It has been a long while since I did something like that, since June and December of 2008 to be exact... My secondary 3 year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450044664340517170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/S6JyvyQHkTI/AAAAAAAAAZM/EuyMa0jiFWM/s320/P3170175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was sort of a nostalgic experience. Of a time when basketball really was lord of my life. I say that because thinking back, I really acted like it was an obsession. But ballers would understand why I say that. That experience also brought back quite a few memories of why and how God could enter my life. With basketball, there always was the harshness of being sorely disappointed. Of self condemnation of my own height, of hating at myself for not working hard enough. But with God... the mere belief in Him and knowing He loves me gives me fuzzy feelings inside. And that's a very good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw again what I always saw and despised during that day: the differences in our attitudes to our dreams. Some people are sayers, some people are doers, and some are dreamers. It takes a combination of all three to be able to have &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;a chance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to reach our dreams. The rest depends on our environment and luck. Ultimately what many of us lack is the doing. I've seen sayers, I've seen dreamers, but seeing a doer is a seeing a rare bird. And I'm glad to know a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, yesterday will spark a good beginning for this band of brothers. Chapter 1: The creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-7334806280729250424?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/7334806280729250424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=7334806280729250424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7334806280729250424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7334806280729250424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-i-woke-up-with-plans-of.html' title='Sayers, and Doers.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/S6JyvyQHkTI/AAAAAAAAAZM/EuyMa0jiFWM/s72-c/P3170175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-2177318323610725</id><published>2010-03-08T06:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T06:58:06.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. It's been a whole month of not blogging. I blame this due to the busy-ness of life, and the constant circumstance of not being able to sit down and type words out of this head of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it was from projects, to exams, and now some personal objectives of mine for this holiday that is preventing me from going into the inner depths of my imagination and letting it flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of starting a tumblr and twitter, respectively =p. Seems pretty interesting stuff. And since I don't really have time to write what I think, maybe tumblr can somehow accomplish the job! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is really blank now, no idea what to write or post about. I'm losing my touch. I think I shall end here =p. Ciao. DONT WASTE YOUR LIFE =D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-2177318323610725?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/2177318323610725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=2177318323610725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2177318323610725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2177318323610725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-7593294348372767907</id><published>2010-02-07T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T03:48:19.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thin line between Life and Death.</title><content type='html'>Soon enough, projects will kill us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3more posts to 400th post. Keep a look out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-7593294348372767907?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/7593294348372767907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=7593294348372767907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7593294348372767907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7593294348372767907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/02/thin-line-between-life-and-death.html' title='Thin line between Life and Death.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-411657747800985364</id><published>2010-01-31T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:58:07.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buckle up.</title><content type='html'>HT4 came over my house today for some fun and games =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helped me to destress and get ready for the battle ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-411657747800985364?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/411657747800985364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=411657747800985364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/411657747800985364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/411657747800985364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/01/buckle-up.html' title='Buckle up.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-4697473818715252647</id><published>2010-01-25T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:49:22.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY</title><content type='html'>Sitting here at the Macdonald's in NYP, waiting for 6pm to come. Somehow managed to find time to at least update my forgotten blog for what has been a tumultous first month of the new year. Getting very busy, very stressed, it's my 4th week of sleeping 4-5hours a day. I can feel my body taking its toll, having not seriously exercised in 2months. I hardly have any time to stretch my imagination nowadays. And yet somehow, despite all these, I'm having a good time. A new year for new principles, new lessons to be learnt, new friends to be made. Another year that's the same as last year, to appreciate, to show gratitude, to love old friends for another whole year. Family, it's one more year I get to work to bond closer with my whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole another year to look forward to. Even though I'm one month late in blogging a new year's post, even though I haven't had any good sleep or good fun for the past month, the future's looking bright ahead. Maybe it's because I have so many plans up ahead, so many stuff I WILL do, so many bonds to create and strengthen, so many new things to experience! That even though I'm experiencing Poly Hell right now, I'm having a good time, with my goals and dreams in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I will blog much about the camp. Afterall, the details of it are already in my little book =). Just know that it was a lifechanging camp for me, even though it wasnt designed to be a life changing camp but one that teaches us how to pace ourselves in our christian lives. I'm still thinking about some things that I've experienced there. Like on this note, thinking back to the most striking memory of it, was God telling me that basketball is not as awesome as He is, or is He telling me of the awesome feelings and revelations I'll get if I stop sleeping in sermons. Maybe it's both? Considering that these two can be said as somewhat hindering my spiritual life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, point being, this year is gonna be a good year, with God, my friends, and my family.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for truly showing me that indeed it's not the years in my life that count, but the life in my years. If that's really so, I should be about a million years old by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-4697473818715252647?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/4697473818715252647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=4697473818715252647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4697473818715252647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4697473818715252647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally.html' title='FINALLY'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-7640214968325632867</id><published>2010-01-02T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:31:37.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BAck from the camp on thursday, rested awhile then went to xiao Grace house to tonn for the new year! THE CAMP WAS UTTERLY FANTASTIC. I learnt and came to a realization on alot of things. Hopefully I get to share them soon. I will, but my time now does not allow me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, some details about the christmas service. Let's just say I was really impacted by the whole theatre being filled to the brim with people. I felt really empowered, really encouraged to do my job as the cameraman. One day, I hope to help the church come that one step closer to filling the church with people, with christians, with warriors of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the christmas outing, it was really wonderful =). Everyone had fun! Hopefully, the people stay, and we can grow in numbers! I look forward to the day when all of us grow alot spiritually =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010, a new year, a new change. I don't think I'm going to change myself, but I do know that I am going to change how I live my life. This, is thanks to the camp. Metamorphosis: GEARED TO LAST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-7640214968325632867?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/7640214968325632867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=7640214968325632867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7640214968325632867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7640214968325632867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-from-camp-on-thursday-rested.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-292184833369341646</id><published>2009-12-28T01:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:00:37.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going for a camp to learn evangelism tml  =DD! Will be back on thursday! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do: Blog about christmas service, the awesomeness of it. Saturday the christmas party with everyone (bowling and dinner =P).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-292184833369341646?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/292184833369341646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=292184833369341646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/292184833369341646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/292184833369341646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/12/going-for-camp-to-learn-evangelism-tml.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-8006448396411866393</id><published>2009-12-24T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:36:11.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is not my friend.</title><content type='html'>These past few days are memorable. A point to note, hugs are driving me crazy. Hugs are niceeee =). From sunday to tuesday, I've had 6 hugs. It got me thinking quite a bit. Hugs are nice to feel, so share the love =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;Went to play LAN with HT4 and HT3! It's our first LAN outing =D! We played L4D2. It was insane! The gameplay really took a big leap from the first one! The moment we got our hands on melee weapons it's whack away! Awesome, no other words. Especially the part where the whole place was on fire, it was realistic! I screamed lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, had to leave everyone early cause I got a class party to attend to =p. It was then I realized that ever since last year, it took a long while for me to say goodbye to everyone. Not because there was alot of people, there were, but it's like, just not feeling ready to leave. So it was then I started the Little things that I learnt thing on facebook =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the class party, which was at maples's house =D! Thanks to MAPLE for letting us use her house for so many of us =D! And also to SAM for going through the pains of organising everything =D! The party was great! It was funny seeing a four 17+ year olds being so hyped up, focused in a game of Wii tennis, the game ball. What I loved the most was play police and murderor! MY KIND OF GAME MAN. TOO BAD I ONLY PLAYED MURDEROR ONCE. Everyone kept laughing, both good and bad cause, for good, everyone was laughing and I haven't laughed that hard in ages! For bad, we couldn't start the game cause everyone simply could not stop laughing, cause laughing is contagious ^^. Maple's house is really cool as well! Though I broke a wall ornament =X. There's a really nice view on her balcony, and I felt the "feel" there. Like, can just sit out there look at the stars and write a song =D! Maybe Adam can sing it =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip back home was fun as well =). Spent some time with Edwin. Dude, remind me to tell you something if I remember, alright? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS BLOWOUT! Firstly I kinda didnt want to go. 25bucks O_o. I needsa my moneys. But in the end I went anyway. John came over and we pimped ourselves up. The feel from prom was totally there =p. It was fun, prepping ourselves up, adjusting our clothes, waxing our hair! Soon, we left for Buano Vista to go to NTU, where it was held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very grandoise feeling entering the restaurant and seeing everyone all glammed up. There were free ferroro rochers =D! But more on that later. The band performing was simply, heavenly. The vocals, the guitarist, the impromptu rapping, it was perfect! I even stopped eating the very wonderful food, and listened and sang along. Words simply could not explain how I felt about the whole performance. It stirred up something within me. John and I have a goal to perform at next year's Christmas Blowout! The bar has been set, and it's REALLY high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was over, we left for home. I found out about something that was really obvious to everyone, but hey, I'm slow to these sort of things. It rattled my world, because well I had thought otherwise. Let me just leave this thought here. What happened to lead by example?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so from the mrt, I walked home. The night was peaceful, the atmosphere serene. It was very good thinking atmosphere. It was so quiet, the sounds of thinking sound like I'm talking to myself. Every word hung in the air. I pondered on the events prior as I strolled my way home, singing songs. It was one of the very few me times that I've had over the months. I needed it. Refresh my head, refresh my mindset. Frankly, I want to elaborate more on the walk home, about the serenity of the night, about the clearness of the night sky, about the wonderfulness of music in our lives. But alas, time is not my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Went to rehearsal for the christmas service drama, my first christmas service ever. Looking forward to it =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we head to alicia's house for her SURPRISE birthday! The first of its kind in HT4, hopefully more to come ^^. I've had loads of fun making the vid. It's like making music =D! It gave me inspiration to make more for other people in my life ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so those were my days. Been a while since I blogged like this, or even blogged at all =/.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I would get more time to express myself. I've been having trouble leaving time for quiet time as well. Hopefully, that changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-8006448396411866393?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/8006448396411866393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=8006448396411866393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8006448396411866393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8006448396411866393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-is-not-my-friend.html' title='Time is not my friend.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-2591155090274742636</id><published>2009-12-20T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:48:18.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm dead for a long time. I'm supposed to be blogging about the pulau ubin trip and the basketball games, but the feeling of it has long been gone. I just know that those four days were the most awesomest four days I've ever had! Well, I have pictures to remind me of the pulau ubin trip, and basketball games come and go =p. So yeah. The pulau ubin trip for me is memorable because it's my first biking trip with people from church! I look forward to many more outings =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spark just recently ended with a sizzle? last year's one was more awesome =). Last year it was my first time meeting everybody. I'll always remember that =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have no mood to blog now. Alot of stuff to do in the holidays :S. I are busy :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write songs. I want to play songs. I want to let my imagination and creativity fly free. But they would have to wait =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I just finished creating my first movie! Awesome =D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-2591155090274742636?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/2591155090274742636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=2591155090274742636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2591155090274742636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2591155090274742636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-so-im-dead-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-4253115974922913068</id><published>2009-12-05T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T03:08:41.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, there's just so many things I want to do with so little time. I guess I'm at that phase where the world's my oyster, where I feel there's too little time in this world for too many wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2th NOVEMBER 2009, Thursday&lt;br /&gt;So after my sports class, most of us stayed back to play captain's ball. What I like about my class is, is that everyone's so outgoing, so enthusiastic and willing to get along with everybody. You can just feel the love =). And it's like, with every class, there are the stereotypes that come with it, like nerd jock emo prep, etc. With this class, everyone are the cool kids. Maybe that's why they call themselves the coolest bunch on facebook =)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in the atmosphere that day. Everyone just having fun, doing what they want to do with no implications or expectations whatsoever. Everyone played freely =). It's with these type of people where one feels that they can really just let loose and be themselves. And these type of people, they are hard to find, let alone find them all gathered together playing Captain's ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure the time I have with these people, I will. 3years is neither a short or long time, but I got a feeling I'ma enjoy every single minute of it =). Feel the love, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously my feelings towards the game and everyone that day were stronger, and I feel I could have expressed the above better, and elaborated more. But unfortunately, time contraints prevented me so =/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, I went prawning with Ivin, Daniel, Jordan, Jia Xian and Joel &amp;amp; his friends! It was a fun experience =). Within three hours, I caught 5 prawns! It might seem little, but well, everyone didn't do so well =p. It wasn;t the "hot" timing I guess, so there were less prawns. Well, it was unique, never really tried it before. Can understand why it's a past time for some. The feeling of catching something, the prawn/fish on the line, feeling the weight of it on the line as you try to fish it out of the water. It's something excitable ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I want to note it down? Well, it was an outing with people that I love. Every outing with people that you love, regardless the activity or words said, is always an enjoyable one. I had alot of fun that day =). I feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for blessing me with wonderful friends. I may have posted about it before, but it's never enough. Having buds all the way back from primary school, bros in secondary school, pals in church, amigoes in poly =). I'm happy every single one of you were born. From those I haven't seen in a LONG while, and of course to those I've just seen today, or anyone in between, I just want you to know that I love you =). Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God gives you love, it stirs up something in your heart, and encourages you to give and show this love to others =)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-4253115974922913068?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/4253115974922913068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=4253115974922913068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4253115974922913068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4253115974922913068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/12/man-theres-just-so-many-things-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-4320908991125239046</id><published>2009-11-29T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T02:40:51.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEENS Sunday!</title><content type='html'>Still not gonna write about the two awesome days I had, because I had another two awesome days =). And I'm gonna talk about these two awesome days that I just had. I'll remember this chain of events because these were the best 4days in a row I've ever had. =). I thank God for blessing me with that. I feel really tired right now, but I want to write. So here I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the day of rehearsal for Teens Sunday! I was supposed to wake at 9 so I can prepare alot of stuff, like bring a dumbbell to kj then restring my guitar then make my way to KAPT, butttt. I woke at 1130. Awesome. I reached at 1235. Sorry people! We had McD's, which consequently made me broke for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached back KAPT at around 1, met with Cher Young, some haven't reached yet so I went to the back to quickly set up the camera and then to backstage for Cheer Briefing. The cheer was changed, so there were *some* minor complications, but we all know how it came out in the end, didn't we ^^?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting at the back filming the stage, I had this thought. "The people on God's stage are part of God's play, we the videocrew are involved in that we present God's play to everyone else. And that is worth it, showing the world of God's excellance, splendour and beauty." Of course, looking back on this now I feel that there is stuff to add on. For one, not only the videocrew, but the lightings, sound and LCD play a bigger part in presenting God's play, so they deserve more credit. Another is, that people behind the scenes really get overlooked sometimes for what they do. BUT, because what we are doing is for God, it's worth it =). Because, ALL HONOUR AND GLORY GOES TO GOD =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a really tiring day (we ended at 9), especially for those doing the lightings, sound, LCD, and of course the people on stage. Really pei fu all of you for your efforts! Honestly, I feel that filming is the easiest to do in the Multimedia Ministry =x. Lightings, Sound, LCD, their job is wayyy tougher. So yeah, really think that they need a shoutout to thank them for their work =p. WHOEVER'S DOING ANY OF THESE KIND OF JOBS, THANK YOU =)! Of course, not forgetting the people on stage. I'm not familiar with what and how they do things, but I do not doubt that it is harder than filming. Keeping a clean and fashionable image, making sure their singing and instrumental skills are at their best, it's a stressful and tough thing to upkeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, with everyone exhausted at the end of the day, everyone talked and slacked for a while before breaking into groups and to "dinner"! Reached home at 11, went to sleep at 1, and in the end woke up late the next morning =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 730, the time that we were SUPPOSED TO REACH. In the end I reached at 815? Everyone was already in place, I rushed to joel and kenneth on stage. Man I feel bad for always being late but I can't kick the habit =/. Nothing tangible to kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere, it was like the moments before the first bullet of a huge war is shot. All the last minute preparations and checking everything is in order. Video side was already done, like I said, we have it the easiest. To me at least. We were doing a final FULL rehearsal before everything was to be left till 10am. AND EVERYTHING WENT WELL =D. WOOTS! TEENS SUNDAY, PREPARE TO BE A SUCCESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at 915, rushed our food, rushed back at 940. For me at least =p. Heh. Moment I went back have to standby at camera le. Joel's in the back, kenneth on stage. Nice. The front camera really adds a whole another dimension to everything =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;955, the countdown video comes up. I face the camera downwards so the screen appears black when it switches. 10seconds, I get ready. *dun dun* *dun dun* *dun dun*. The moment approaches, it just seems everyone's being prepared for something big. ZERO SECONDS. Everyone on stage starts cheering, it's pitch black, so only sounds could be hear. Sounds of cheer, shoutings of praise. In comes the drum intro! After about the third beat, I start focusing the camera slowly forward. In comes the vocals! I tilt the camera upward and continue to focus slowly onto Amos. From there, the sounds, the LCD, and of course, the LIGHTING. Everything, it all seems so whimsical, so.... Magical. It was fantastic. It was upbeat. It kept the adrenaline pumping, everyone clapped and sang along. This was because of our wonderful people who volunteered for Choir =). They added majorly to the atmosphere, to have a big group of people clapping, cheering, and singing their hearts out for Jesus! It seemed as though everyone forgot just how old they were, and the only thing that mattered was clapping and singing and worshipping the one and only God. It didn't seem as though, it was! It was awesome. Better than hillsong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moving headlights continue flashing back and forth, lighting the audience over and over, the stage lightings continues to flicker, adding the effect of drama and magic. During the third praise song, which Noah was leading, I had another thought. It was continueing a bit from yesterday so of course it doesnt have the thoughts above =). "Lightings, sound, LCD. The video crew really does have it the easiest. So we have a major responsibility to display their work the best that we can." And tried I did. Honestly, everything today was awesome! Filming still has much more to catch up on to best display everyone's prowess =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a cheer. I felt my heart beating really loudly. As was Siwei's =p. So I told him something. Nervous, HIT OUR FRIKKIN CHESTS. BEAT THEM. NAN ZI HAN. HAHA! The cheer was utterly fantastic =D. I no more voice now. =DDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back up to film Leon's CRAZY CUPS ^^. Haha! Then there was testimony by Hui Ling and Candy. It really reminded me alot about Spark camp. If Ivan had never brought me to Spark, I would have never had the chance at all these wonderful experiences that I had for the past year. HEY. IT'S BEEN A YEAR SINCE I MET EVERYONE =). OH MAN. JUST REMEMBERED. As I was saying =p. I just wish Ivan was still going to Teens regularly =(. He's my shepherd. He brought me to Church. He brought me to Christ. God used him to lead me to my Salvation. I can't ever forget Ivan. Heck, I want to go up on stage with him and do the exact same thing Candy and HuiLing did. God used Ivan to save me. How can I ever forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do the same thing Ivan did for me last year. Sponsor people to Spark. So far, my junior agreed to go, and I'm damn happy with that =D. I pray for my friends though, Wei Qiang, Nicholas, Kai Jing, that they can make it as well. I want them to come. I want them to meet the wonderful people that God had me meet. The love that He gave them, who in turned, showed it to me continuously. "The greatest gift you can ever give to a friend is SALVATION." I want to give them that great gift that Ivan gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on, The service ended after Sister Xueling shared from the word of God, followed by Pastor George. Teens Sunday ended with a BANG as Noah lead the last praise song with the lightings, sound, LCD doing simply wonderfufantastic job! It was a sight to be hold, the awesomeness that lay before me standing all the way at the back filming it all down. Coincidentally, I'm listening to Salvation is here by Hillsong right now XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, everything ended the best that it could. Sure there were bumps along the road here and there, but we're riding a steamroller =D. Nothing can stop us when we unite as one church =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the packing up and debriefing, I borrowed John's cam and started  spamming photos =D. Then, we went for lunch at Marina Square. Walked to Esplanade to discuss about spark with alicia and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CECELIA TAY SIN YEE&lt;/span&gt;. SEE? I PUT YOUR NAME BIG BIG YOU BETTER SEE AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. You asked for it ;). So anyway, talked quite a bit about group identity, cheer, ice breaking games and the likes. Everyone looked really tired =(. So I tried to end everything quickly by pushing everything forward as fast I can. Nothing solid was done yet tho =p. Sorry! Haha! Both of them looked like really gonna die le O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to grandma's house for my cousin's brithday, where I straightaway went to sleep upon reaching. Guess I was more tired than I thought. So that was my day. Went home after that of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As you can see,(or maybe not), today was a wonderful experience for me. I learned that if I can put so much effort into today's service to make everything picture perfect, why can't I do it every service? Is it because my friends are on stage that's why I put in more effort? Well, every week my friends are gonna be on stage, just that I never really put any importance into it when I should have.  As such, gonna do my best for every service regardless of the amount of energy I have left or the amount of fatigue I'm feeling =P. That goes for LIFE as well. ALL GLORY GOES TO GOD! ALL THAT I DO HAS TO BE FOR THE GLORY OF GOD! And I will do my best for you God, you granted me these wonderful experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NOTE* Just came back from hospital. Mum had horrible rashes all over her body, was really disgusting. She asked if me or my elder brother wanted to follow her to the hospital. I didnt want to at first, cause I wanted to sleep at 1. It's 230 now btw. She asked at 12midnight. But in the end, I did because I felt God wanted me to do this. That was why He gave me four days of awesomeness, he wanted to test if I really wanted to listen to Him. I'm so glad I did. Cause if I didn't, I would be feeling really worried and guilty for every minute my mum wasnt at home. It was midnight. Not really a very safe time for a mother in close to her 50s to be out. And I kept having these horrible thoughts that might have happened to my mum had she gone out on her own, had I not felt convicted to come along. It was scary out, I can't imagine my mum being out there  by herself, so I was so glad I came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, she ate something she shouldn't have. Lol. So yeah. We reached home I blogged and plurked about this, and I have to get up at 8 the next morning. But I know it's worth it. She's my Mum. God gave me four days of awesomeness. It's the very least thing I can do, and I know I can do more. PICTURE POSTS FOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS WOO. right after those past two days of awesomeness playing with classmates, prawning, and pulau ubin and basketball =D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-4320908991125239046?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/4320908991125239046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=4320908991125239046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4320908991125239046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4320908991125239046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/11/teens-sunday.html' title='TEENS Sunday!'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-1487586125102873612</id><published>2009-11-28T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T01:32:00.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AGAIN, this is another reminder to remind myself to post about TODAY'S AWESOME DAY =D. We went to pulau ubin, then we went to play basketball. simply awesome =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-1487586125102873612?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/1487586125102873612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=1487586125102873612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1487586125102873612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1487586125102873612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/11/again-this-is-another-reminder-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-5414276744341538668</id><published>2009-11-27T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:48:18.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a reminder to myself to post about thursday. Thursday was an awesome day, I spent the first half of the day after my favourite lesson, playing captain's ball with my classmates. The second half of the day was spent prawning =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, today will be an awesome day as well, friday! Gonna go pulau ubin with my CG! Can't wait =)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-5414276744341538668?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/5414276744341538668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=5414276744341538668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5414276744341538668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5414276744341538668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-reminder-to-myself-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-790335536041700999</id><published>2009-11-21T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T03:11:06.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>John's/Simin's Birthday party!</title><content type='html'>Today, I got off to a very bad start. I woke up at 11a.m. Y'ouch. Totally slept through my class. I heard that it was quite a rocky class though, our PEM came and talked to us and everything. Hope to hear more about that on monday I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally couldn't wait till evening. Everyone came and met up at around 645, wwaaaaay pass our assigned timing to meet. Haha! So anyway, we went to Fairprice to buy stuff. I was surprised to see my mum there really, I thought they went out elsewhere to eat. Maybe she's been camping there all along O_o. It's my mum, I know my mum, it's totally possible. So yeah. We bought stuff, Roy bought ALOT of mushrooms (more on that later), and went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got back, we quickly prepared everything. *We* being the girls while the guys slack there playing Wii =D. I don't feel guilty at all =D. Hehe. Soon enough, everything was ready. Ivan and Kai Jing came just as we were about to start eating, so all the elements were ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, it was a blast =). The constant random chatter, the snatching of food and just general laughter. No other feeling like it! It was very fun =). Words fail me at this time, but my memory doesn't. I ate one whole pack of hotdogs today =). We only bought three packs. Hehehehehehehehehehmuahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time ALWAYS flies by when one has fun. Guess it always tries to teach us, enjoy the moment, for it is fleeting. We finished at about 930? soon after that, everyone helped to clean up except for me. Heh =P. Felt abit bad tho, but went into my room to plan some stuff. Thanks to everyone who helped to clean up, that heightened our chances of having something like this again =D! Then, most of them started to play guitar hero =P. I am SO looking forward to the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was time to show everyone the video!  Ooolala, the hard work of John is about to be revealed ^^. Not sure about the reaction towards the vid, except that it was funny =D! I went to prepare the cake for a little bit, then went back in to prepare. Then, when everyone watched finish, Kai Jing brought the cake in and Angela with the roses! Sang the birthday song, first time for me playing it on the guitar =P. To be honest, I wanted to write a song for John but lack of time X_x. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought the cake outside to cut. Once it was cut, somehow or another, chaos ensued. Cakes were flung(?) or smeared across each other's faces. Not sure who's the first casualty done, but it was brutal. I was fortunately in my room that time, so I came out unscathed. Ivan, being the quick one to react as always, hid. Angela followed. We, the survivors, survived ^^. Everyone played and ate, had a couple of laughs here and there at the skills (or the lack of it) of our guitarists and drummers (I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU SIMIN. I'M TALKING ABOUT YOOOOOOUUUUUU). =DD. Kai Jing however, felt that there was more to be done. Some would know what I'm talking about. Heh ^^. But shall not reveal. It was the perfect topper to end the night =). After that, they played a few more songs, then we took a group picture, then we left =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had that much fun in ages! A perfect way to destress to what was an otherwise, stressful week. But I have more ICA's to come, more stuff to prepare for, no doubt would have to study harder. This has given me more an incentive to work hard, to earn big money, for a bigger house in the future so that everyone can have fun again =). I thank God again for blessing me with so many good friends =). I feel so fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to show that when one has a bad start to a day, it doesnt necessarily have to end badly =). It's not how one starts, but how one finishes! I may have a horrid GPA to start my poly education, but I can buck up =). I have to buck up. I got to buck up. For God, for everyone, for my family, for my friends. Again, this somehow reminds me that I can't have a girlfriend till I'm 21 =P. But somehow, I feel that's okay. I'm happy with who I have now =). My family, my friends, I love you =). Friends are friends forever! Priamry School Friends, Secondary School Friends, Church Friends, Poly Friends! In chronological order =). I'm thankful to God to still have friends remaining from every single one of these groups. So, so thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO GRACE, ANGELA, SIMIN, ROY, JOHN, CHANG HUA, ROGER, IVAN, KAI JING FOR MAKING THIS PARTY FUN =). DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITHOUT YOU GUYS (&amp;amp; GIRLS). See ya all reaaalll sooon =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-790335536041700999?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/790335536041700999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=790335536041700999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/790335536041700999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/790335536041700999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/11/johnssimins-birthday-party.html' title='John&apos;s/Simin&apos;s Birthday party!'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-3619405787419338177</id><published>2009-11-18T10:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:45:06.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee Kuan Yew wants air con underwear, I just want a blanket.</title><content type='html'>I'm having microeconomics now. It is so damn cold in here. I think if I brought a slurpee in, it wouldn't melt. Why on earth would I want to drink slurpee when it's so damned cold in here. Brrrr. It's so cold, that.... it's so damned cold. I want like, as many fur coats it will take to warm me up instantly. Like, 5 polar bear furs wrapped around me. Hmm. Imagine 5 naked polar bears, naked as in without their furs. They look silly! But then they might freeze to death, being in the antartic and all. But them being in the antartic, I guess they need their fur more than me. So I guess I don't want their fur coats. I'll just wrap my hands around my laptop charger, a very small hope that by warming my hands my whole body would warm up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela, you asked me to post more, so here it is =P. Either I blog every once and again with a certain hint of inspiration rising up in me, or I blog more with random posts more =D. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405265547415253858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SwNcYIZX82I/AAAAAAAAAY0/xl7t2ymBl4Q/s320/abs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey buikia! Try my abdominal workout! CONFIRM ROCK HARD ABS.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405265550365758706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SwNcYTY1FPI/AAAAAAAAAY8/bmXbyzSMMJE/s320/funny-pictures-worth-a-thousand-words.jpg" border="0" /&gt;D'awwwwww =DD. Cats FTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-3619405787419338177?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/3619405787419338177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=3619405787419338177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3619405787419338177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3619405787419338177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/11/lee-kuan-yew-wants-air-con-underwear-i.html' title='Lee Kuan Yew wants air con underwear, I just want a blanket.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SwNcYIZX82I/AAAAAAAAAY0/xl7t2ymBl4Q/s72-c/abs.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-5467305225269966816</id><published>2009-11-16T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:21:25.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SwFpE2BnVkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/v3FYvxfE7rs/s1600/DSC03211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404716559763985986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SwFpE2BnVkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/v3FYvxfE7rs/s320/DSC03211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want a digital camera so that I can take more basketball peeekkkttttuuuurrreeessss. Saving up =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, about the basketball 3v3, cut things short, we lost. Well, in the game, of course was playing with the attitude to win, but outside of the game, we just can't cut it. Shortest and smallest team lols! Can't say I didn't play my hardest. I did play one of my hardest games that day. Just wasn't my best game. I did everything I could to try to win, but didn't so yeah. Satisfied with knowing that I did my hardest. First match, 13-21, second match 3-6 O_o. First half of the first match ended with the score of 3-14. Swap a player and equip a mindset to attack, I scored 8points on that run. Second match, didn't choose options wisely, I scored those 3points. Don't feel good without the win tho. But nevertheless, I tried my best, and I'm satisfied with that =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a lesson about humility and humbleness as well! I had two sprained thumbs to remind me of that. Those two sprained thumbs came in a moment of violence, decided to play rough and I got them. I was already playing my hardest, I had no need to get rough but I did. What kind of basketballer for christ is that? I want a good mental attitude towards the game, so somethings are changing for my game =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations to Olevel students yeah! BORED AFTER ONLY TWO DAYS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA ^^.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-5467305225269966816?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/5467305225269966816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=5467305225269966816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5467305225269966816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5467305225269966816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SwFpE2BnVkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/v3FYvxfE7rs/s72-c/DSC03211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-1787647189128493843</id><published>2009-11-11T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:24:44.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog.</title><content type='html'>Tml's the day of InterNYP 3v3 basketball! I'm entering with the shortest and smallest team there =D. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-1787647189128493843?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/1787647189128493843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=1787647189128493843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1787647189128493843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1787647189128493843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-not-size-of-dog-in-fight-but-size.html' title='It&apos;s not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-4321245105628352196</id><published>2009-11-08T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:39:50.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short post to show that I'm alive.</title><content type='html'>Things are going well =). For sports tutorial this week, our tutor took out a vertical jump test and a beep test for us to try out. I always liked these kind of stuff, athletic gauges of sorts. I guess I like knowing where I stand? High or low, I'll keep fighting, I'll keep training =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the beep test I got to stage 11-5. Vertical jump test, standing vertical: 63cm, running vertical: 71cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average NBA vertical leap, which I presume is standing, is 71cm. My running jump. Wow. I have quite a lot to make up for. Kobe's vertical leap is somewhere in the high 90s. And that's just standing jump. I'm aiming to running jump in the high 90s. My goal =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal= Beep test: Stage 14, Standing: 71cm, running: 90+cm. It's a big gap and a tough goal to reach. But hey, I'm 17, I have my life ahead of me =). I just need to be consistent and disciplined, both of which I don't have right now. But hey, that's what training is for =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. For my studies as well. There's a lot to make up for if I want to reach the very top. Anonymous tagger, you have my thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-4321245105628352196?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/4321245105628352196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=4321245105628352196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4321245105628352196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4321245105628352196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-post-to-show-that-im-alive.html' title='A short post to show that I&apos;m alive.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-4923843850045237930</id><published>2009-10-30T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:07:51.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile to spread the love around</title><content type='html'>All I can do is make people laugh, either with me or at me. For now, it's enough. To see a smiling face on everyone, I believe that's worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-4923843850045237930?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/4923843850045237930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=4923843850045237930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4923843850045237930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4923843850045237930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-i-can-do-is-make-people-laugh.html' title='Smile to spread the love around'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-1687266948816362193</id><published>2009-10-27T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:46:31.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABSOLUTION</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just don't know why I'm working so hard, or why I WANT to work harder, for these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GPA for one, is but a meager 2.1 for my first sem. Chances of a GPA3.5 school year is slim. Chances of entering into uni at the pace I'm going is grim. One of my goals for this semester is to stay back in school till late a few times a week, to complete up on tutorials and write notes. What never occurred to me is how lonely it's gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am now, sitting at a table in the library, which I feel I'm going to have to call my hang out spot for a while. Today is the first time that I'm starting on my resolution but damn, it doesn't feel good at all. The stiffening silence is great study atmosphere. I just feel damn lonely in my pursuit of higher grades right now. It was different in sem1. Yeah, I didn't study much AT ALL, aside from the weekly doing of the week's tutorials. But somehow, everyone had big dreams. Dreams of the big four o. But thinking back, we "worked hard", but was it enough? Looking at our grades now, apparently not. Drastic measures need to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I'm here right now. In the silence of the library, click clacking away at my keyboard watching as these words form before me. Today marks the beginning of my quest for knowledge, my quest for greatness, my journey of absolution of my previous semester. I want my grades to go up. Time to take a step forward, onto this unbeaten path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer my first paragraph, as to why I am or I want to work hard(er), maybe it's just who I am. I don't like where I am now. Middle of nowhere, GOING nowher&lt;img class="gl_spell" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;e. I want to get out of this situation, from a being of mediocrity to a state of greatness, excellence. I want to go forward, not remaining in the same place. I saw this phrase on the bus a few weeks back, and I find it fitting now. "Do what needs to be done. It might not be happiness, but it is greatness." What needs to be done now is for some decisiveness to carry out my decision to work hard. It might not make me happy for NOW, but it will make me great. And that would be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do what ya gotta do, Keith. Do what ya gotta do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(I feel my standard of english is going down. Damn ==".)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-1687266948816362193?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/1687266948816362193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=1687266948816362193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1687266948816362193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1687266948816362193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-i-just-dont-know-why-im.html' title='ABSOLUTION'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-5850259379979503771</id><published>2009-10-25T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:50:43.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Fall for the Sensitive and Romantic Type&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattypedoyoufallforquiz/romantic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a bit of an idealist when it comes to love, and you want to be with a partner who appreciates romance as much as you do.&lt;br /&gt;You know you've found your soulmate when you're with someone you'd die for. You believe in sacrificing everything for true love, if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple "I love you," kiss, or even look can sweep you off your feet. You tend to get lost in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;You believe in happy endings, and you're looking for a prince or princess willing to ride off into the sunset with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Type Do You Fall For?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;: If Quizzes Are Outlawed, Only Outlaws Will Take Quizzes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Difficult For You to Fall in Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Looking back on your life, you will only have one true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you may have been hurt before, you tend to bring very little scars into new relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you are able to walk away and calm down. You are able to weather the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A break-up usually comes as a shock to you. You always think things are going well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Your&lt;/a&gt; Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;: Free Quizzes for Everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Hike Through Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howdoyoutravelthroughlifequiz/hike.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your journey through life is challenging, exhilarating, and at times difficult.&lt;br /&gt;You are curious about the world, and you're willing to go off the beaten path to satisfy your thirst for knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is always alert and churning something over. You enjoy solving problems, and adversity makes you feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;You are both independent and skeptical. You often need to see something with your own eyes before you'll believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Do You Travel Through Life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;: Take a Quiz. Annoy Your Friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll Have 2 True Loves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You don't love lightly. For you, love is always a serious undertaking.&lt;br /&gt;However, you are able to love many types of people. You can bring out the best in almost anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Love surprises you often. You never know when or where you'll find it next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with people born on the 4th, 13th, 22nd, and 31st of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;: We Have a Quiz for Almost Everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Marriage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/marriage.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've dated enough to know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;And that's marriage - with the right person.&lt;br /&gt;You're serious about settling down some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you haven't met the person you want to get hitched to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;: A Fine Line Between Insight and Stupidity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart Takes Love Lightly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to good manners and elegance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&gt;: Free Quizzes for Everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-5850259379979503771?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/5850259379979503771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=5850259379979503771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5850259379979503771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5850259379979503771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogthings-1.html' title='Blogthings 1'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-5095603461111541577</id><published>2009-10-20T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:15:41.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of sem 2.</title><content type='html'>First day of school! Woo! Woke up on a dramatic note. Apparently, I had accidentally video called Phillip, so the very first moment I remember when I just woke up, was seeing his face on my handphone, saying hello. I said hi back, we chit chat for a while, he prayed for me, and said bye. Thanks Phillip =). Though thinking back, I think my drowsiness cut back on the awkwardness a lil'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. First day of school. 5minutes late. Heh. It's good to see everyone again, with their fun-loving and class-mucking ways. Especially during accountings class! I think I'm actually getting the hang of it. Next was a 2hours break, a first for me. Wow. Went to eat at koufu. Point to note, I think my favourite food to eat in school now is yong tau foo. It only costs $2.80 to give me a full stomach =)! Muahhahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to theatre of the arts to get lecture notes, of which I did CCC stuff, then went back to meet them and have an hour's nap on my bag. Woke up with a numb leg, pins and needles all over. Nice. Went Principles of Management class, of which I've been hearing bad stuff about the module. But the Tutor is a nice guy, it's not too bad. I'm actually looking forward to that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Accounting lecture. I used my laptop for the first half hour, then slept for 45minutes. Woke up, actually listened to the lecturer talked about ONE point, and my first conclusion of her is that she goes round and round and round on a single point, thus delaying a whole lecture hall. I asked my classmates, and yeah, she's been doing that the whole lecture. NOT looking forward to it =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended around 430, went to Campus Crusade Clubroom to help pack up, and then we had a meeting, went home at 1030. A pretty good start to Sem2 of school =). Looking forward to the rest of my classes, seeing the tutors, enjoying the freedom of boundaries tertiary life gives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the formalities of a new semester having past, I already set up a couple of resolutions that I plan to follow through, which are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay back after school twice a week to finish up on tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;2. Start writing notes for exam revision NOW.&lt;br /&gt;3. Run 2.4km once a week.&lt;br /&gt;4. PT once a week.&lt;br /&gt;These are the more important ones that I feel is a MUST to do, if I want to pull up my grade. Actually only the first two applies, the other two I just feel I need to do it if not I'll get lazy =p. I hope I'll have time to train basketball and gym though, that's what made my first semester really enjoyable =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the dreams we have that make our lives worth living.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; It's the actions we take to make our dreams a reality that makes our lives great. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's doing what you want in life that makes our lives happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling fortunate, that right now? I'm living all three. God be praised for making my life this way =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-5095603461111541577?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/5095603461111541577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=5095603461111541577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5095603461111541577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5095603461111541577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-day-of-sem-2.html' title='First day of sem 2.'/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-4434689044694830920</id><published>2009-10-18T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:01:41.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Stri0ZfX9ZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/qEydQnPblmc/s1600-h/6216_105230192226_633007226_2270452_7878770_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393872893553145234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Stri0ZfX9ZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/qEydQnPblmc/s320/6216_105230192226_633007226_2270452_7878770_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New tutors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New lecturers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Same old classmates =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-4434689044694830920?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/4434689044694830920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=4434689044694830920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4434689044694830920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4434689044694830920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-semester.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Stri0ZfX9ZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/qEydQnPblmc/s72-c/6216_105230192226_633007226_2270452_7878770_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-1802072646040431664</id><published>2009-10-09T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:09:28.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Ss4qyEVkObI/AAAAAAAAAYc/xzcS2FgtBkQ/s1600-h/DSC02651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390292843655084466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Ss4qyEVkObI/AAAAAAAAAYc/xzcS2FgtBkQ/s320/DSC02651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Ss4lmkE7PJI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OXx-XqaYDUY/s1600-h/DSC02644.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't really have anything in mind to post about. I just thought that I post something up to let everyone know I'm not dead. Somehow, all creativity and imagination are used up in my day and when I want to blog something at night, I can't tap it, it's all gone. The only thing in my head right now, is that I love God. Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there was a campus crusade for christ meeting, I'm part of the PDA commitee to plan the PDA program. My senior in it, Phillip, he asked me to share a testimony of how I came to know Christ, how I came to believe in Christ, my baptism, till now to how God has changed my life, and as a person. Sharing the testimony itself brought back many wonderful memories about my walk with God. It has been harsh, it has been painful, but God saved me from all that every single time. Every time I asked for something, He gave till my cup overfloweth. Every time I'm in need of guidance, all I have to do is call upon His name and I know He's with me. Every little thing I need, as long as I ask it, it is answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On tuesday, I went to watch a movie with my poly friends, but what I want to talk about is what happened later. My classmate, Sze Ying, treated us to chocolate fondue! Thanks yeah =D, if you're reading this. Well, at the end of it, there was some chocolate left, with all the leftover chunks and bits of whatever we dipped inside is all in there. So we played a game to decide who eats a spoonful of it. Well, it got to the ending parts, where all the disgusting, crunchy, oozing bits of chocolate was left. And, it got down to a deciding, 50/50 factor. I did not want to eat it. I don't even think that the leftover parts were fit for any life forms of this earth. It was inhumane torture to do this to ourselves, why on earth did I suggest that game in the first place?! Anyway, it was really serious, I did not want to eat it. And well, I told them give me a minute while I sincerely pray to God about this little thing, about not wanting to eat this dreadful concoction. And well, HE ANSWERED IT IMMEDIATELY. Sure, you may think it's just good luck or something, or whatever thought that might please you. But I believe that it was his intervention and guidance that I chose the right number! And, next round, my classmate Edwin tried the same thing. He "lucked" out as well, he didn't have to eat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's wonders and miracles will never cease to amaze, no matter how strange and illogical, no matter how tiny and insignificant, He will always take care of his children. I love you God! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-1802072646040431664?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/1802072646040431664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=1802072646040431664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1802072646040431664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1802072646040431664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-really-have-anything-in-mind-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Ss4qyEVkObI/AAAAAAAAAYc/xzcS2FgtBkQ/s72-c/DSC02651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-4690504082947770325</id><published>2009-10-04T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:08:03.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, haven't blogged in a while. Guess I should keep everyone updated by what's going on with me and my inner thoughts huh? Though it has been a while that I wrote a philosiphical post regarding my opinion on something. Soon enough then. Apparently, I've been happily busy with church stuff during the whole holidays, helping out in church somewhat and Campus Crusade for Christ. Oh! And my face got sunburnt. It's a-peeling =D! Anyway, there was TEENS today, and today's sermon was rock awesome! It was about the 4 characteristics of a REAL MAN. Nan Zi Han!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. DECISIVENESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This means not being hesitant/wishy washy, being able to decide what I want and stick with it. I have this, somewhat. I don't say "anything" to the choices that I'm given, at least not much, but I want to stop saying "anything" altogether. Have a choice man! Be DECISIVE. This also means sticking to your decision, and not letting outsiders affect it. I mean, you made that choice, it should be the smartest choice to you, having picked it? If you were one up-ed and someone made a better choice to follow, then okay, make the smart decision. But yeah, I hope you get what I mean by decisive, sticking to your decision on what you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example would be how my friend stuck to his decision to play basketball after another  friend tried to persuade him to go swimming. No, he decided to play basketball and he's gonna stick to it cause that's what he wants to do, he's not gonna follow the crowd. He's quite the man, I tell you ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.CONSISTENCY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You see this word? Being consistent? Yeah, it means what it means. I have none of it =p. Some days, I'm earlier than everyone, somedays I'm late like heck. Even for training I'm inconsistent, so that would have to change. I want to be early, rather than late. I want to train, and not be put off by fb games. There's so many things I want to do, and yet there's so many things distracting me from what I want to do. But yeah. Change is afoot! And I have two of them ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.STRENGTH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not talking about muscular strength mind you, though that would be nice =p. It's talking about inner strength. No, not core strength =p. Heh. Too much sports science I guess. But ANYWAY. It's about how strong you are on the inside. How stubborn you are in completing a tedious task. How fast you're able to pick yourself up everytime you fall. How one is able to bite the bullet, to handle defeat. Because a REAL MAN is not one who fails, but one who NEVER quits. No matter what. No IFs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.KEEPS HIS PROMISES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Or, to phrase it in another sense, being a man of your word. Upholding what you say. What you say, you will do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be that kind of man. Or rather, A REAL MAN. I want to be DECISIVE, and not be moved by the flow of the people and do what I want not what others are doing. I want to be CONSISTENT, not late all the time or dont keep up with growing stronger, better, faster, smarter everyday, being the best in filming in my church, and being consistent with GOD. I want to be STRONG, going through tough times and coming out of it, biting the bullet when doing something i dont like but know is good for me (e.g studying, I WANT TO GO NUS STUDY SOME SPORTS DEGREE OR WHATEVER UNI'S WILLING TO ACCEPT ME), and helping others in their situation! I want to KEEP MY PROMISES, be a man of my word, what I say, I WILL DOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GPA is 2.167. I am going to work so hard for the next 5 sems and get all 3.5+, so my ultimate GPA turnout would be around 3.3+. That's how much my first GPA is pulling me behind, but I'm going to work my butt off anyway. I know what I need to do, I just need to apply it. FAITH WITHOUT ACTION IS DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, when people see me, I want them to see a child of God =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Maybe I should just put it here, I don't like anyone now. Like, I don't like LIKE anyone now. I have a "blank slate", you can say. This is because I want to chase my dreams and work hard for my goal. Also, because I set a covenant with God that I won't get a girlfriend until I'm 21years old. That way, I can grow with God first before I can grow in love =p. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-4690504082947770325?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/4690504082947770325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=4690504082947770325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4690504082947770325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4690504082947770325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/10/alright-havent-blogged-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-11124434805423695</id><published>2009-09-21T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:35:46.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so I've changed my blogskin, due to some unforeseen problem. I like this new one better, even though the last one was the one I used for the past THREE YEARS, a testament to those who regularly change blogskins =p. Haha. Anyway, I think I would be on a official unofficial hiatus. I dont have anything to blog about, and my creative juices do not seem to be flowing at this moment, nor is my time enough to sap the tap. so yeah. See ya around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-11124434805423695?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/11124434805423695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=11124434805423695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/11124434805423695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/11124434805423695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-so-ive-changed-my-blogskin-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-7159001200162332462</id><published>2009-09-14T00:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T03:04:57.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some of the things I want to blog about, got some catching up to do. What I really want to do is write a really meaningful, philosophical post, but these events in the past week were really worth noting down =). So yeah. Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 5th sept, Birthday wishes from CG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381028791199764322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sq1BLPmcj2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/tlh0uscw7TQ/s320/DSC02374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This one was memorable because I got my first signed card from alot of people, wishing me birthday =)! Haha! Seriously, 17years of existence, and this was my first signed card (aside from simin's, no matter how last minute it was, it's a fantastic piece of work and I love it =)!) from alot of people ! So happy =DD! What was more, it wasn't even a card, they made a ball out of newspapers and painted it to resemble a basketball! =D It's a basketball birthday card =D! Awesome =D!!! To preserve it, I wrapped it in plastic foil, so that the chalk marks wont fade, and it wont smudge when i take it out to look at it =). THANKS EVERYONE, ONCE AGAIN =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 6th Sept, 7th month dinner auction work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, we went around T1 to while the time away, haha. After that, I took a taxi down to Ang Mo kio industrial park, somewheres, and it cost me $10.80. Okay... The job experience was quite unique, to say. I might not want to do it again. I fumbled up, but I can say it's not my kind of job =p. So yeah. It was after midnight, no bus ==". Taxi home, $10.20. Total expenses=$21. Revenue=$50. Profit = $29. =(. Haha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Tuesday, 7th-8th Sept , Stayed over JX house, celebrated nick's birthday. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381028763024893650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sq1BJmpCJtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/BmdDxV4vRpM/s320/9626_147326802136_540532136_2453686_7528172_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We stayed over Jin Xuan's house (thanks man), and had a couple of heart to heart talk here and there, which eventually drifted to Men's topic, if you know what I mean. haha! It was a nice talk tho =). Learned more about each other =)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 9th Sept, HT2 BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381028785185485458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sq1BK5Mh8pI/AAAAAAAAAX8/U5JteI-IHeY/s320/DSC02594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was the first mass HT2 outing for me, you can say. It was awesome =D! Though I arrived late, I got there just in time to help carry the food back to the pit! Can't say that night wasnt awesome =)! Learnt and bonded with my cg mates! One day, all of this will feel like a real family =)! And from there, it's bridging the gap between the whole cg =)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 11th sept, dead sea scrolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381028796697877682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sq1BLkFTHLI/AAAAAAAAAYM/8kDnn3FMUgE/s320/DSC02644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was special. SCIENTIFIC proof of my RELIGION, my GOD, was in front of me. Both barriers broken. My faith is proven true, to be real. It was never a lie. Because this exists, because the Dead Sea Scrolls were not destroyed, I was saved. In March of the year 2009, I was saved. Thanks to Church of Singapore Harvest. Thanks to Harvest Teens. Thanks to God =). His plan for me was unreal. Going to church because of a girl, and staying there because of faith, of belief, that our God is real and he is true. Dead Sea Scrolls, Scientific proof of the verse "Heaven and Earth will fade, but HIS WORD WILL STILL REMAIN." I was so amazed. That all of these scrolls, were still kept in relatively good condition despite these hundreds, thousands of years, and not completely oblilerated as time went by. His word was all around me. I never want to walk alone again. From the 26th of July 2009, I was born again, and from then on I am walking the rest of my life with God and Jesus by my side, leading the way. His word is so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 13th Sept, First tried my hand at the filming, church's multimedia ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I was enthusiastic about it at first, but as Joel briefed me on the to do's and what not's, I got less and less enthusiastic about it. It wasnt because of all the tools and machinery i need to learn to use, no. It wasn't because I didn't like the thought of waking up so early to help serve. It was ABIT because I found out that the multimedia ministry really does all the dirty work and it's very taxing, and I'm not very sure I can be depended on this responsibility. It wasn't because of sitting at the back filming the service, feeling abit isolated from it, no. It was because I felt really, as Joel said, the spirit felt dry. I couldn't listen to the sermon well because I didnt feel it was speaking to me of sorts. The praise and worship, the part I love the most, the enthusiasm to sing along to it was sapped away from me as well. Frankly, I just slept the whole of sunday service. I was tired, I wanted to sleep, and I felt that I may as well because I couldn't really feel the sermon sitting at the back. I just started helping out for the first time today, and already I felt really dry, and I missed sitting in front with everyone else, singing and dancing along to the praise and worship. I know that it's my own thing not being able to feel the worship, but maybe it's because my passion is not here? I want to help the church, serve God, but honestly I can't stand routine and repitition. I thought to myself then, that I would try it one more week before I talk to Joel about it. Because, --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I want to know about what God wants me to do, about what he wants me to do to serve him. I wasn't very sure that this was what he wanted me to do. I want to know how God wants me to go about serving him. I don't know if it would be with the multimedia ministry. What I do know is, I'm suffering at the back. I want to serve God regardless, so if he tells me that my place is with the multimedia ministry, then I will do it. Afterall, when God asks us to do something, we don't ask what will happen, we trust him with the results and we do it. Because his plan for us always comes out good =). So yeah. Father in heaven, oh lord our God, show me. Show me the ministry in church you want me to serve you in. I will obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Heaven and Earth will Fade, but His Word will still remain!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-7159001200162332462?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/7159001200162332462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=7159001200162332462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7159001200162332462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7159001200162332462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/09/these-are-some-of-things-i-want-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sq1BLPmcj2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/tlh0uscw7TQ/s72-c/DSC02374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-2674079038286834359</id><published>2009-09-11T16:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:07:12.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And now for my supposed part two, after a little more than a week from my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank everyone personally for the birthday wishes. Because of them, sincerely, my birthday was that much more enjoyable. But since I don't see some people alot, or even not at all, I wanted to go to their facebook page and thank them. Buuuuuttt since my internet has some laggy problem, that would take till my next birthday, of which i would have to do it all over again. Sooo, I decided to thank everyone via my blog =). With a little bit of extra details written beside each name. So here it goes, my thanks to everyone who made my birthday special =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Hui Ying! For wishing 3hours before 12midnight =p. Haha! After a rough roller coaster ride, from all the way back from sec2, your efforts in sharing christ with me paid off eh =p. Haha. Sec3... Let's just not bring it back up, ever again =p. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Daryl Tay! Wonderful, respectable, responsible junior to have =). Bring GM volleyball to glory, ya hear me! It's YOUR TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Cherry, first one to wish =p. Lol. Work hard for nursing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Aaron =)! Ole' buddy ole' pal. Those were some really good times we shared =). Let's hang out soon! Basketball soon too, after your O's as well, of course =)! Brothers from Hong Wen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nelson Ng Wah Rong! Frankly, I find it more comfortable to call you wah rong =p. haha. But yeah, again, ole' buddy ole's pal^^. Haha! Train hard for kayaking/canoeing dude, i forgot which =X. Heh. Brothers from Hong Wen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ivan =D! Never forget our friendship yeah. Study hard for Os, pass it, get into poly/jc, then the dream begins. The perfect team is not found, but it's created. So help me yeah. Together, we can create it. The perfect basketball platform. AND CHIONG FOR Os!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks GRACE =D! SEEING HOW YOU LIKE CAPS. HAHA =P. THANKS EVER SO MUCH FOR THE SURPRISE! I REALLY REALLY APPRECIATE IT. 24 donuts, now they're all done =). Haha! AND THE CHALLENGE IS ONE HOR. HAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Wen Liang! You're a really nice guy, so I hope that as time goes by, no matter what happens, you'll be who you are, maybe stronger =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Henry! Been awhile since I talked to you. But from msn pics here and there, well, I pray that your love for guitar will prosper, and in turn let the world benefit from the music that you play =). ROCK ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Corrine! Work hard for your N's and O's yeah =)! You can do it! Life is young, the world is your oyster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kai Jing =D, you're awesome! I pray that the pain that afflicts you in your back and knees and ankles (wow), will heal =). You can be even more awesome than you are now dude =), that I believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Daniel Tan =D! I pray that you will further realize what you CAN do in this world. You're a really respectable individual, dude =). I'm thankful that I've found someone like you, to motivate myself that I CAN work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Angela =D! Thanks for the spectacular message yeah =)! And yes, I DID have an awesome birthday, so thank you very much =)! I pray that God will bless you in all your future endeavors =)! AND CHIONG FOR Os. GOGOGOGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Yip Han! Havent seen ya in a long time! Hope you're doing well =). All the best in what you want to do =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Amos Tan =D! You are a wonderful friend to have, I hope we'll get to know more about each other, helping HT2 grow more and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jerman! I hope that maybe SA and SB will come to get to know each other more =). Who knows, the two classes might indeed be "one" course, if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks John =D! Thanks for the surprise yeah =)! Bro, I'm so glad that our friendship exists, as you may have heard me say before =). It opened so many doors! Being baptised on the same day, I take it that God has many plans for us in his church =). So let's do this! Get over the rock that is Olvls! Gogogo! AND CHIONG FOR Os!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Wei Qiang =D! With every shot you block me, I'll score five more =). Haha! Let's train hard dude, you have to be willing to, there is no easy way about it =). Well, it'll be easier if you LIKE to train basketball =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Maddie! Do your best in whatever you choose to do, and make this life a good one =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Edwin =D! I pray that you will grow to love yourself more and more dude =). You are a wonderful guy, don't ever let the hatred and darkness of society and hormones consume you. The bright side of life is worth it, it surpasses any down sides life has =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Cecelia =D, for the msg in the morning =)! I pray that your light, let it shine bright to the world! Let your light shine for God!! AND CHIONG FOR Os!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Wendy, for the early morning msg =D! May God bless your heart, never let it falter under any circumstances, and that may he grant you the patience for the right one to come along. We're all waiting for him/her, life is still young! And He will grant him/her to us if we are patient=D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jia Hui! Do your best in school, aye =). Do everything you can, leave nothing behind =)! And I'm talking about tomfoolery here ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Valentina =D, for the early msg =)! I really appreciated it when you said, "we are family". It really encourages me when I hear people in the church say that because it tells me I'm not the only one who thinks like that. So yeah, thank you so much, I pray that may God bless you in your endeavors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Serene, HongWee, Bao Shan, Hwei Ting, Zhi Lin,, Julia, Abdillah,, Valerie, Jenniser and Daniel Ting ! Even though being classmates we see each other alot throughout the week, I hope everyone will grow closer to each other, and that I will be able to know more about all of you =)! I appreciate that all of you wished me a very happy birthday, and so I wish to grow closer with everyone in my class, growing from classmates to friends =)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Wee Keng! I pray that you won't let your surroundings affect you. You are an intelligent, awe-inspiring individual. Do your very best in TP! MAKE YOUR MARK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jared! Tho you may not see this, but I pray that you've grown stronger from whence we last met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Raquel! May God shower you with his blessings as you work hard in Mass Comm ^^. (PS JOHN MASS COMM!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sherlene! Hope you're doing well, and thanks for the "hairpee" birthday ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sherly! Even though I have quit Japanese Cultural Club, glad to still see you around campus sometimes, saying hi! Work hard in Poly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Lydia! Work hard in your course, and I pray that God will send an angel to look over you as you practice cheerleading =). I expect you're gonna get tossed around quite abit =p. But thanks for being a friend yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Alvin Tan! Haha! Those good times. In sec 1, you're shorter and skinnier than me. By end of sec4, you're taller and bigger than me. Lolllll =p. Haha! 4years in the same class, never forget man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Chris Lim Yun Fong! I pray that God will help us strengthen our faith in Him and Jesus, growing to be servants of Him =)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nicholas =D! You're a strong, reliable individual. NEVER let your temper get ahead of you. You're in control of things in your life, but if you let God take the wheel, I know you'll find that alot of pressure is of you, and that you'll feel more joyful =). Do your best in the things you want to do, ACHIEVE YOUR DREAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Alvin Tin! Do your best for NYP volleyball, aye. If my basketball journey doesnt end well in NYP, I'll probably join you in year two =p. I have two more tries to get onto the basketball team, I'ma try hard with everything I can. Alvin, focus. That's all you need to have, God has already blessed you with the tools to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Joseph! I hope that you will sprint all you can in whatever that you wish to do! God has blessed you with so many tools, I pray that he will tell you how you can use them to best effect =)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Janice! I pray that you will have many, many happy times ahead of you =). Life is short, live it =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jing Xuan! May we grow closer as friends, and I hope that whatever problem afflicts you, I pray that God will grant you the wisdom to do so =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ray! Let's work hard for basketball aye! No matter how bad the tryouts may be, I trust that we WILL make it through the next try out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Simin =D! FELLOW USER OF THE CAPS. LOLOL. THANKS VERY MUCH FOR THE SURPRISE AS WELL AYE. I'm glad that you're moving along fine =). I can only hope that maybe, I can do so as well lol. There are so many things I want to do for God. Haha. MAY WE BE PATIENT FOR THE ONE HE MADE FOR US =). HAHA. CHIONG FOR Os!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jeredy =D! I'm glad that you've found out more about the things you want in your life, and how to lead it =p. I sincerely hope you and Charis get married, though all of us are still 17 =p. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Yvonne! Do your best in school aye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Amos Wong! I pray that God will bless our lives, and that through Jesus may our faith be strengthened =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Wan Jing! Work hard in your course eh =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks PK! I hope that the Jammers league will be a HUGE success for the years and seasons to come =)! Hopefully, me and my friends would enter if we can get a sponsor O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Adam! Train hard for basketball  =). I see alot of potential in you =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Yi De! Together with Daryl, help bring GM's volleyball to glory, alright =D! I have great expectations from you two =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Noah =D! Music is indeed the greatest present God has given to us =)! Thanks for teaching me about baptism, about how wondrous our God is =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Shawn Yuen! Glad to see that yet another friendship has not faded =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Saranjeet! Hope you're doing very well =), I hope that life will become better and better for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Rachel Kwan! I wish you all the best in what you're doing right now =)! What is it, Make-up Model or something like that =p? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Cher Young! I hope that you live big, live your dreams =)! Though I may not know alot about you, I've heard alot of good things about you=). So I know you're a very nice guy =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Boon Bin! I pray that God will give you the tools that you need for you to let your light shine before men =). Work hard lil'dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jeremy! Despite being quiet most of the two year of which I've known you, I know that you're a very cool guy =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Keith! YOU'RE THE CLONE, NO DOUBT ABOUT IT. I WAS BORN EARLIER, AKA, YOU TOOK MY DNA AND I WANT IT BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Chris Yong! Work hard for school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Boon Siang! WORK YOUR MATHEMATICAL MAGIC. SWEE. lol =p. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Joshua Tan! Being in the same CG, I hope we get to know each other more. You're a real funny guy, from the first time I met you =)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Amanda =D! Thanks for leading the way for me to Christ =). If it wasnt for your help, I dont think I would've thought of baptism as well =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Alicia =D! Thanks for encouraging me and teaching me more about Christ =). And most of all, with the translations during service =p. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Caleb =D! I hope that the love you teach, it will reach the masses, and this church, not only this cg, will become a family =). A bridge across all Cell Groups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Teng Teng! Work hard for School yeah =). I know you're worried for Ivan, but dont worry, everything's gonna be alright ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Chang Hua! You're a wonderful friend to have! I pray that God will strengthen you, and help you grow as you spread the love =)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Melvin =)! Dont be so down on society all the time, alright =). You're an amazing individual, so don't let yourself get caught up on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks NOAH AGAIN FOR THE LAST CALL OF THE DAY =D! AWESOME =DD HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT'S IT. I'M DONE. WOW. SO MANY BLESSINGS FROM MY FRIENDS THIS YEAR =). THIS WAS ONE OF THE REASONS WHY I'M SO HAPPY THIS YEAR =P. THE MAIN REASON THO, WAS BECAUSE I HAD MY FIRST OFFICIAL BIRTHDAY SURPRISE, THANKS TO JOHN, GRACE AND SIMIN =D! THANK YOU EVER SO MUCH PPL =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant for everything to be more meaningful tho. Reading back, this does not have the intended effect I wanted it to have, but not I forgot what my intended effect was O_o. But I hope that you all know that I intended for this post to be more awesome than just a long, lengthy wall of words O_o. These are all my thanks to you guys =). Never forget yeah, you all are my friends, and I never want to let go any of you. Live life =)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;`blessed~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-2674079038286834359?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/2674079038286834359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=2674079038286834359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2674079038286834359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2674079038286834359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-now-for-my-supposed-part-two-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-3759005197527753174</id><published>2009-09-05T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T03:54:41.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SqQGdGAZI4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/y78aIH9l6os/s1600-h/IMG_2542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378430951885448066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SqQGdGAZI4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/y78aIH9l6os/s320/IMG_2542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOTS WOOTS WOOTS IT;S MY BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY WOOTS WOOTS WOOTS! I had the most wonderful birthday this year. Every year, it gets better and better, and I thank my father, my God for that =). THANK YOU JESUS =)! AND THANK EVERYONE WHO WISHED ME A HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY GRATITUDE WILL COME IN DUE TIME =)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below was how I spent my birthday =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was how today started. It was on a very good note. I woke up to more birthday messages! It's always a pleasant feeling to know that when you wake up, someone thought of you ! It was one of those more relaxing mornings. I woke up and just gently relaxed myself into a state of semi-consciousness, with the help of music from my phone. It's been a while since I listened to my phone's music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 12+, went to meet John. We dapao-ed chicken rice back to my place. He is an awesome person to be with, and I find that we share many characteristics. As you can see by the friendship quotes by the left side of my blog, I believe I found a very good friend! So after we finished eating, we slacked alot, talking here and there, watching funny vids, having a good time. He asked me, out of nowhere, what my favourite donut was. Now, this was a prelude to something very conspicuous, but I took it as it is, and answered =p. I think random people are awesome. It makes for great conversation, and very interesting viewpoints. Of course, as things always are, this led to something more special. SiMin was on her way with Grace, and my house being very secluded, I had a slight hunch they might be lost. They arrived around 430, 5ish? With a plastic bag. Full of donuts. THEY SANG FOR ME A BIRTHDAY SONG BEFORE I EVEN OPENED THE GATE. I CLOSED THE DOOR ^^. To be really honest, I was really happy to see them, and even to see them do that for me. It gave me a very great sense of elation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378430982466544610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SqQGe37fo-I/AAAAAAAAAXY/8IXhKXaPcGs/s320/IMG_2571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened it right back of course! To be honest, I was ecstatic beyond belief, I can't believe someone, let alone THREE PEOPLE, would go to an extent of surprising me like this! They even put those little umbrellas in the donuts, the kind that they put in little exotic, non-refillable drinks. I would post the pictures, but my internets has wrongs in em. LOL. So yeah, we took pictures, and I was just so happy I could've explode! But I kept my cool~. HAHA! One of the best surprises was that one of the boxes was all OREO CREAM DONUTS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378430959646746354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SqQGdi61JvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dOW0W5Vpd2E/s320/IMG_2564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;NOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM! That explained alot. Aaaaannnnddd they expected me to finish 17 donuts in 17minutes. I admit, I eat pretty fast, but I think donuts are the only food on earth of which I actually savor every taste. So no way, hosay, I'm gonna take my sweet time. I only finished three though. The chocolate, is seriously too much. Chocolate is meant to be savored, not eaten in mass quantities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I had said, I was damn happy that they did this for me and damn disgusted at the amount of chocolate I was consuming. I can taste them in my stomach! But the happiness overflowed of course. Every year my birthday gets better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done, we played Wii. HILARITY ENSUED! VIDEOS TO PROVE IT. HAHAHAHAHAH! Digger and spanker. LOL. Grace had to leave early, so I accompanied her to the bus stop. We had a nice talk. THANKS AGAIN YEAH =)! IT WAS A VERY NICE SURPRISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back, to John just having lost to SiMin in baseball. Haha! We played WarioWare next, a game with lots of random mini games to play. BIG CHEESE! BUNGEE BUDDIES! HAAHAHAH! Damn fun . After that, we played Guitar hero: World Tour for a while. We had a ROCKING good time! And after that, we ate meehoon which my mom made, and then we went to my room to play with karaokeparty.com. HAHA! Lots of videos were taken, with lots of fun all around! I think if you put me, John and Simin in a room with only an orange, we somehow can have the most fun one could have. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378430991382919010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SqQGfZJUt2I/AAAAAAAAAXg/NHk14GRC9CU/s320/IMG_2586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;BEHOLD THE MAJESTY OF MANGA. SIMIN IS STUNNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, because of all that fun, we had forgotten the time when it was 7 when we were eating, and that it had jumped to around 8ish when we played, and they missed their cg meeting. I obviously felt very guilty, but shall not delve into that. Just that every man is responsible for the good he didn't do. But yeah. We continued karaoking until it was around 10, then started watching vids till 11. Obviously, chao, tomfoolery, and hilarity ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left my house at 1110, because I was afraid they would miss the last ride home. I followed them to the mrt station, and John missed the last bus, so he and SiMin took the mrt home and we bid farewell. Indeed, today was a wonderful day, I had the best birthday ever! God never fails to surprise me everyday of my life, and every birthday he makes it better and better.&lt;br /&gt;John, Grace, Simin. I thank you so much for celebrating my 17th birthday with me! You all made my day ever so wonderful, ever so memorable. You all want to know what I wished for? I'm not afraid that it won't come true because I have faith it will. I wished that we would be friends forever, and that moments like these would happen again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out for part 2 SOON? I'm getting knocked out now. I THANK EVERYONE AGAIN FOR MAKING MY BIRTHDAY EVER SO WONDERFUL! I THANK GOD FOR SURPRISING ME WITH SOMETHING SO SIMPLE AND MASSIVELY! I LOVE EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 MORTAL YEARS, 1 SPIRITUAL YEARS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EDIT: Part 2 should be up soon. really tired and busy nowadays O_O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-3759005197527753174?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/3759005197527753174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=3759005197527753174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3759005197527753174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3759005197527753174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/09/woots-woots-woots-its-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SqQGdGAZI4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/y78aIH9l6os/s72-c/IMG_2542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-1209784286213876284</id><published>2009-09-03T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:44:50.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sp_kLmpmdvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/p0Hmjxp8y6A/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377267368108390130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sp_kLmpmdvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/p0Hmjxp8y6A/s320/DSC01296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An hour to go, to my very first with God and Jesus =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-1209784286213876284?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/1209784286213876284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=1209784286213876284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1209784286213876284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1209784286213876284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/09/hour-to-go-to-my-very-first-with-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sp_kLmpmdvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/p0Hmjxp8y6A/s72-c/DSC01296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-4011505828300682507</id><published>2009-08-30T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:09:24.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel that I'm a total dolts when it comes to the matters of my own heart, chasing a girl. That the object of my affection, of which I don't remember dealing any affection to whatsoever, is sooooo outta my league. That I'd slap myself in the face after I realized what I had said and thought of something nice that I could've said, hours later. But then again, this is me. We all know that love hurts, but does it really? Is love supposed to hurt? Maybe we're all so used to love hurting us so much, thinking that it will feel good eventually, that we all grew NUMB to it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just realized, that maybe it is true, we all grew up thinking and feeling that "Love hurts", and grew numb to it, thinking that that's the way things should be. But it shouldn't be. Real love, PERFECT love, which is the only way love should be, should not and does not hurt at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only love that I know of that doesn't hurt at all is the love from God. That never changes, that always leaves me refreshed, that always overflows my cup, wanting me to change myself for the better, that always faithful to me as long as I am faithful. Isn't that the way love should be? Shouldn't that be the ONLY way love should be? I think so. So maybe, when it comes a time when I love this girl, and it* doesnt hurt in anyway at all, then I'd know, this woman is the soulmate God made for me, for us. The perfect love that He crafted into human form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whether it* hurts seeing her talking to her ex-crush/boyfriend, not being able to talk to her because I'm too DAMN dense when it comes to the matters of my own heart, seeing her walk away upon farewells, and just gazing from afar how radiant she looks, thinking back about how attractive she is to me, thinking about how she's just so far outta my league, thinking about how.... (*negative* traits) she think of me as.  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One likes someone because. One loves someone although.  &lt;&lt; I understand this phrase, but not many do. Apparently, after deep thought, I don't love her at all. Because I know none of her bad traits. Reasons being I don't know much about who she is as a person, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am willing Lord. I am willing to wait for the perfect woman you have made for me; and me for her. This perfect love from my partner, it may obviously hurt somewhat, as all mortal things do, but I believe it's not this kind of hurt, this kind of self condemning hurt. Maybe she might come waaay after I'm 21, or maybe she's already in my life somewhere, but matters is, I'm willing to wait. I know you won't make me wait long =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, today, I read in the bible about marriage. For my own further, and maybe yours, curiosity in the future, go to 1 Corinthians chapter 7 =). I rather wait until I look towards God's affairs first and foremost in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a final note, I pose this question to you all, a question of which maybe only a handfew of you will answer honestly, and most of all prolly keep the answer that you know in your hurts, and there will be many who will even lie about it in their hearts by not carrying out the action that this question requires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you promise yourself that you will wait for the one that God made for you, wait for the one that will complete your other half, willing to pledge abstinence? Actually, it's more than one, but this answer, well, all of you will know it to yourself. But I just want to declare it here, I will wait for the one God made for me, I will pledge abstinence until I'm married to her. Because I trust God, trust that She will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all think and feel that "love hurts", so much so that we assume it to be the norm. We all grow numb to the possibility of a perfect love, a love that feels right all the time, through good times and a bad, a love that you know you will and you want to spend the rest of this mortal life with. This perfect love, that is crafted into human form, by God, just for us. His love, is a perfect love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND THAT'S IT FOR MY EMO QUOTA FOR THE 6MONTHS/1YEAR. DONT EXPECT TO SEE ANYTHING EMO UNTIL THE NEXT HALF/YEAR. KTHXBAI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-4011505828300682507?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/4011505828300682507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=4011505828300682507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4011505828300682507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4011505828300682507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-feel-that-im-total-dolts-when-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-4261751576973404876</id><published>2009-08-29T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:03:40.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Been dead for awhile, school life and FACEBOOK distractions together with improper time management left me no time for a lot of things that I want to do. And sadly, one of them was to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing pretty fine now =). Major exams are over, so that's a biggie there. Might have to take the POA supp paper, but I'm gonna study that anyway tho, since I'll still be using that next year. There's so much to be done in the holidays! I'm gonna train basketball and pt with my friends, I'm gonna play the guitar, I'm gonna draw to my heart's content, and I'm going to study =P. Most important of all, I want to spend time everyday seeking God. So the time from 10pm to 12am, I'll probably be online, but unable to reply =). Exams.... They really sucked alot out of me. Not being able to read the bible because of exams and facebook ==", it really disappointed me as well. I want to grow. I want to change. I want to change the world. But firstly, let's start with myself =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my poly class. I remember reading one of my classmate's blog, he talked about how he's glad our class has no "hierarchy" of sorts, and thus no polictics, no conflicts. I'm glad as well =). There's not exactly any friction between anyone, everyone's just open and fun loving =). I'm elated that this will be the class I will be with for the next three years, working together as one group of people changing the world in our own, little ways =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church's been awesome, so glad that God came into my life =). Actually, if we were to go into specifics, he came into my life when I stepped into GMS(S) when I was sec1. Chapel, weekly sermons.... He was already in my life way back then. And like many teachers say, yeah, the one thing I miss about GM is chapel. One period every week, just for us to sing our hearts out for God. Now that it's being phrased like that, it's certainly awesome =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a small epiphany of sorts. I don't know why, but when it comes to close friends I feel ever so insecure, so scared that my actions will make them angry and leave me. But halfway being scared out of my wits, I felt that maybe God is telling me that I should just be quiet for a moment. And so I did. I covered the towel onto my face. I just thought, being quiet, real, honest, and just sat there thinking. He told me, that in order for me to show that I really trusted him, really had faith in His plans that are good for me, it would only be in times when I felt really, really vulnerable. Being open to God's love and grace means opening up your heart, in short, being vulnerable to everything including His love and grace =). And so I placed my worries and insecurity of being so afraid of my friends leaving me, and just stayed calm, went to get a drink, let God do his work. And here we have it, turns out I really was overreacting. I should really learn to have faith in his plans for me everyday of my life =)! God is good, and He is willing ! Can't wait for tml, which is a saturday =D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-4261751576973404876?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/4261751576973404876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=4261751576973404876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4261751576973404876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4261751576973404876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-been-dead-for-awhile-school-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-1211178465863461663</id><published>2009-08-19T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:57:06.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SowEoLb_yfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MJy_TDcgNus/s1600-h/5600_110430941434_509296434_2092585_1036740_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371673543857654258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SowEoLb_yfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MJy_TDcgNus/s320/5600_110430941434_509296434_2092585_1036740_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the span of not blogging for a while, I learnt to fly. I had my reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-1211178465863461663?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/1211178465863461663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=1211178465863461663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1211178465863461663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1211178465863461663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-span-of-not-blogging-for-while-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SowEoLb_yfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MJy_TDcgNus/s72-c/5600_110430941434_509296434_2092585_1036740_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-2512362689553582436</id><published>2009-08-09T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:34:01.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only way I see, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for you to notice me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is when I'm spitting out fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making plans to conspire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-2512362689553582436?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/2512362689553582436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=2512362689553582436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2512362689553582436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2512362689553582436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/08/only-way-i-see-for-you-to-notice-me-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-1246665695267795981</id><published>2009-07-30T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:11:32.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I had one of my more worse days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were not going my way, I was grumpy, feeling negative, saying alot of negative things. I felt that I was potentially going bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad that God's Grace was with me throughout the day =). He made me conscious of everything that I was doing and thinking, so I slapped myself whenever I did or said or thought anything negative. I slapped myself alot yesterday =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, DG meeting was great =). I learnt more about God today. God's word is indeed wonderful, and like Jesus, we can use Him to fight off the devil's temptations =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves me this I know =)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT FOR SATURDAY. WOOTS. LIVING MY LIFE ONE SATURDAY AT A TIME =D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-1246665695267795981?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/1246665695267795981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=1246665695267795981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1246665695267795981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1246665695267795981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-i-had-one-of-my-more-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-7476036523681596274</id><published>2009-07-28T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:03:13.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second day after my baptism. (My first meal was a steamboat btw =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't feel that anything has changed about me. The baptism renewed my heart, renewed the fire in it, but I dont think I've changed. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do note is that I changed in my thinking, sorta. I used to listen to worship songs to try and get the "feeling" going before heading to worship or just quiet time. But now I realized something very important to me. For me to feel the holy spirit, my own voice must be praising him or worshipping him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very deep, but it wasn't as obvious to me. I used to think listening to the song, just thinking about it was enough, but no, I got to want to sing praises to my Father, to worship him alone =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe that's just like heaven =) - Keith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-7476036523681596274?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/7476036523681596274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=7476036523681596274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7476036523681596274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7476036523681596274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-day-after-my-baptism.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-2766195675690281887</id><published>2009-07-27T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:49:17.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sm2jnJZHJpI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NMfTxcVawkA/s1600-h/DSC01167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363122624199599762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sm2jnJZHJpI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NMfTxcVawkA/s320/DSC01167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sm2jm4CJ52I/AAAAAAAAAWg/AimL3NjyeAI/s1600-h/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363122619539908450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sm2jm4CJ52I/AAAAAAAAAWg/AimL3NjyeAI/s320/DSC01194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HILLSONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the hillsong concert last saturday. It was awesome. I wanna get Hillsong songs! Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But sadly, due to the after effect of blogging a few days after a memorable event, most of the memories of it are gone =(. But I'm try my best to name out the most important one for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pastor Judah Smith said that us teens, we are just like a dead person in an open casket. The way we do things, the way how we ignore God, we're just like the Living dead. We're alive, but we're dead on the inside. And this part spoke to me a lil. The bible says that Jesus touched the dead person, and he arose. The more accurate translation of touch in Greek was to be "to grab". Jesus didn't really touch the person, he GRABBED him. I think this also shows how much he loves us, how much he wants us to awake from that world and be saved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another part was when they called up the people who wants to follow Jesus, or has decided to follow Jesus for the rest of his life. I raised my hand, stood up, then walked up up front. The part where they asked for those who have sickness or illnesses or diseases to raise their hands, believe in Jesus and they will be healed. I closed my eyes, and raised my hand. I don;t know whether it counts, but my ankle has been hurting me since who knows when. A slight tap would cause me to cringe. But I want to be healed, so I raised my hand. Then I felt my friends' hands on me, praying for me. I really believed that Jesus can and will heal me. Soon enough, at the next song, a miracle happened. In the past, I couldn;t jump much for songs because my heels hurt if I don't warm up. Obviously, I didn't have warm up, but I just jumped to the song that played which I cannot remember =(. It didnt hurt at all! I could hop continuously with no pain! And I didnt warm up! Jesus healed me =). When I went home, I could feel it recovering as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And these two were major events of the hillsong concert that I will remember =). Really tired now, gotta head to bed =). Night everyone, god bless!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-2766195675690281887?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/2766195675690281887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=2766195675690281887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2766195675690281887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2766195675690281887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/07/hillsong-i-went-to-hillsong-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sm2jnJZHJpI/AAAAAAAAAWo/NMfTxcVawkA/s72-c/DSC01167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-3022837679032979520</id><published>2009-07-27T00:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T02:04:34.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall blog about hillsong tml. Need to start on work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunday. 26th July. The most important day of my life. Today, I died, and I rose again. The old me died. The old me, the lazy one, the vain one, the lustful one, the pervertic one, HE DIED. The new me, the hardworking one, the one who loves others just as much as he loves himself, the innocent one, the naive one, HE RISES AND HE LIVES FOR HIM ALONE. ARISES IS A NEW MAN. KEITH, HE IS A NEW MAN, AND HE WILL LIVE TO SPREAD GOD'S LOVE TO HIS PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today, I can officially mark as the best day in my entire life. One of my CG leaders, Noah, said that there are only two real decisions we have to make our entire lives. That is the decision to follow Jesus, and the decision to marriage. Both decisions will last for the rest of our lives. So today, 26th July, and the day of which I will be wed to my future wife, these two are the days I will remember from now till forever =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha =). Woke up at around 830 today? Made my way to church. For once, I AM NOT LATE! =DDDDDD. So today, I got off on a good start =). I can't remember the service because I was not really listening, sadly =(. Was feeling a bit anxious for the baptism later (but we all know how that went right ^^?) After that, had a free lunch, but lollllll a series of very unfortunate events happened. It tasted very dry, so we went to put what we thought was dark sauce in it. It was not dark sauce. It was sweet sauce. You ever tried sweet chicken rice? It's not horribily disgusting just.... weird. Strange. So I decided to even out the taste by putting light sauce. Thennnnn, John put pepper into it. So it tasted sweet, salty, and spicy. Horrrrible. The weird thing was, John liked the taste and ate it all up O_o. Below is a picture of it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362822334864171890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SmySgAccI3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/fmQyhnmEj24/s320/DSC01253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, went back to KAPT where the pastor held a prayer meeting for us. one of the many highlights of my best day. Honestly, I was half listening to sermon, half joking around with John. But my God is a faithful God, and he forgives me and rewards me. When he called those who were to be baptised that day to come up, we sang a song, about how we have come, to sing of his love, to sing of glory. And indeed, it really spoke to me. I have finally come before my Lord, finally reached this point in my life where I can say,"Jesus Christ is my Lord my savior and I want to walk with him for the rest of my life." Finally. As I was singing/praying, someone laid me down on the floor, and I can feel a multitude of people praying for me. That's when it happened. I was speechless, thoughtless before the Lord for a moment, and He gave me the Gift of Tongue. I received the Gift of Tongue! It felt so natural. I had prayed before about asking God why have I not received the Gift of Tongue, and He answered me simply that I am not ready. And now, to show me indeed I am ready to call myself His Son, He gave me the Gift of Tongue, which I prayed to him for! God answers prayers! Honestly, there came a point when I decided that the Gift of Tongue would be nice, but as long as I can speak to God, I am happy. Well, with the Gift of Tongue, God my Father made me twice as happy =). Really, really happy. My God is the one true God =).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, it was time we made our way to East Coast. My mum came! I love my mum and all, I am not ashamed of her, but she's my muuuuuuuuuummmm. I don't really want to let her see how I act around my friends =p. Anyway, we got on the bus and off we went. Half way, I got really worried that Ivan and Ivin wouldn't be able to come on time, but fortunately, they did =). Thank God that they were able to see me be renewed =).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We lined up, Cher Young helped us took Pictures. Me and John were being baptised that day =). Real glad that I am baptised on the same day as him. I feel that *maybe* it's a sign from God that we are going to great things for our church together one day =). To me, I felt that the process of baptism is indeed special, but what happened after the baptism was beyond words. I was guided to the spot in the middle, and uncle Alex asked me some questions, Do I believe in him, am I willing to follow Jesus for the rest of my life? With a big smile across my face, I said,"Yes." I went into the water, and came out. The old me died in the water, the new me arose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I arose, I was greeted with an abundancy of smiling faces, of cheery voices. Everywhere people were saying "Congratulations!" Without reason, I felt happy. I felt, the happiest I have ever been for my entire life. I got out of the water, and alot of people hugged me, congratulated me. High Fives were thrown, Cheers resounded. All the way, I was beaming from ear to ear, with a smile unknown to me. I felt.. blessed. Overjoyed. Coming out from a dark, cold place, I was greeted with light, and warmth from the people that I love. I felt that.. maybe, just maybe, this is how heaven will be like when we ascend =). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Being greeted with smiling faces and cheers, people congratulating for having made it, and you of course, being elated beyond all reason. Of course, being happy for one reason is that finally, you're about to see your Father. I feel that baptism, maybe is also a pre-show, to show you exactly how heaven will be like when you ascend. Because that is certainly how I felt. Like I was in Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ivin was there, he congratulated me and gave me a big hug despite me being all wet and sandy. I really appreciated him being there for me. Ivan was hiding behind a tree! Haha =p. While waiting for John, I bid farewell to Ivin and his girlfriend ^^. John came out, and I wanted him to feel exactly how I felt, overjoyed, welcomed, loved. I gave him a highfive, gave him a big hug, and cheryoung took pictures =D. Then as we were all about to leave, I wanted to take a picture with my mum. That's when she started getting cheeky and tried to kiss me infront of all my friends O_o. NOT NOW MUMMMYYYYYYY! LOL. Any way, everything ended up like this.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362820702790478034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SmyRBAfv6NI/AAAAAAAAAWA/fGpz637Tjmg/s320/DSC01366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my mum, the mum that God gave me =).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah, after lots of picture taking, I took my leave and left east coast to buy stuff for the steamboat at Jx's house, which was AMAZING. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The food was of course, delicious. But it's the people you eat it with that makes steamboat fun and meaningful. We all played Truth &amp;amp; truth, cuz with the people there, die die dont want do dare. Haha =D. Anyway what we talked about at the table will not leave the table, so I'll just leave it in that we all grew a little closer with each other today. Isn't that right, Nicholas Jeredy Ivan Jin Xuan Zheng Hou Ken Kiat Wei Qiang Wei Chuan =)? Our hopes and dreams, our dream houses... Let's run forward with all we got.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362830342593060978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SmyZyHjyIHI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Eb_QnxNzKt8/s320/DSC01559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our "promise" to one another, to never leave each other, to always be friends, and to chase our dreams with all we got. One life, one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362830340164789314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SmyZx-g1pEI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/o151VaFXKQw/s320/DSC01565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love these guys. But unfortunately, some guys couldn't make it. GET WELL SOON KJ!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will walk with you for the rest of my life, my Lord, serving you as a living sacrifice, a living testimony that Jesus lives and LOVES US ALL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-3022837679032979520?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/3022837679032979520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=3022837679032979520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3022837679032979520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3022837679032979520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-shall-blog-about-hillsong-tml.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SmySgAccI3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/fmQyhnmEj24/s72-c/DSC01253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-2043589781407178915</id><published>2009-07-23T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T01:47:41.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, today was one of the longer days I've had in awhile. But let's get things started shall we? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 15th Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After marketing, I went to mac with everyone and slacked. After that, decided to try and ball for awhile before Campus Crusade meeting. WEnt to the basketball court behind the library, saw Wen Yang there shooting hoops! We caught up on old times man, haha. Played two matches. My shots are seriously deteriorating, gotta train soon. Rushed off to the meeting, learned about the four different "groups" at Campus Crusade, and the Body of Christ, how we all need to work together as one body, as we all are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to TRACK &amp;amp; FIELD after scoffing down a lomaigai after the CCC meeting. To tell the truth, I wanted to quit it halfway and never come back. But I'm so proud I didn't. Even though I felt that I couldn't really improve my speed much (cuz I'm lazy) at Track &amp;amp; Field, but I feel that it can do wonders for my mentality. I didn't give up, throw in the towel, and I am very proud of that =). We ran 100m x 4 reps x 5 sets, with a period of 45 sec rest between reps and a 5min break between sets. Honestly, it felt okay at first. When it got to the third set it was knocking on death's door. Haha =p. But I'm glad I didn't give up =). After everything was done, we did core exercises, exercises that trained my abs and the hips(?) to be precise =D. Feel the pain, see the gain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16th July Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I planned to skip my stats lecture to get KOBE BRYANT tix at Wisma Atria. After waiting for three hours, I got my kobe tix at the expense of one lecture and one tutorial =p. And then I saw it. What magnificence of a jersey. I wanted to buy a Kobe Bryant asia tour jersey, the one you'll see in a picture later. They helped to keep it for me until I returned in the late afternoon =p. After getting the tix, I rushed home to get money and rushed to my next lecture. Can't miss everything. rushing everything made me work up a bucketful of sweat ==". And then after the lecture, rushed back to orchard to buy the jersey and rushed back to school for DG meeting =p. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17th July Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WENT TO SENGKANG TO SWIM =DDDD. HAHA. I felt that everyone bonded quite a bit that day =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I found a good place to play basketball overnight. hahahahahahahahahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18th July Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up late for prayer meeting. I felt that I'm getting a bit bochup about being late for prayer meeting, and that simply cannot do. Must change! For some reason I felt rather dry during the prayer meeting. During service, sister xueling talked about "warriors". Unfortunately, even though I slept for 10hours the previous night, I was half sleepy. I only remembered the part about being a warrior of faith. Of which to tell the truth, I forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want it to be like this man. I don't want the service to just be some sentimental head mush for me to cry and repent about, and forget the next day. I want to remember it, apply it in my daily life until the following service =). I want God to change me every week, little by little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After service, sister xueling talked to me about Ivan. Ivan, you hear me? I believe she can help you man, just as you saved me =). But even if you don't, it's awright man. Let's not let this friendship fade, and don't lose yourself =). That's the most important thing of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19th July Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't go for service. I woke up at 815, just "decided" I was too exhausted to go and went right back to sleep. Again, another disappointing moment for me. I mean, seriously, God sent his son down who willingly died for us to free us of sin. He did it out of Love. Don't I love him enough to wake up and go to service on time? Faith without action is dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the kobe tryouts in the afternoon. It was okay. It was damn exciting at first tho. We were made to try basic drills, 1on1 scrimamge (defence), agility drills, dribble cones, and layup lines. I did alot of mistakes. I didnt push myself hard enough. I didn't make it. This is the second time I get cut from a team, and I think I'm already numb to it. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I learnt what I can improve on. My defense, my dribbling, and my left hand lay up. Basics need to be perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21st July Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my classes, I slacked with edwin and daniel at our school's pool. I really want to go swim there one day! I was trying to finish the marketing, but I ended finishing it that night =p. At 6, I went to meet Noah for my baptism lessons =D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt things I can apply, and learn to live the christian life, a good life. Putting God first in my life, remembering that Jesus died for us so that we may be free, and that baptism is a show of faith to Him, saying that ,"Lord, I want to walk with you for the rest of my life. Guide me with your Holy presense, and use me as a living sacrifice, Father." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I do. I really do want to walk with God and Jesus for the rest of my life. I love Him, because He loved me first. He saved me. He used Ivan to save me. For that, I am eternally grateful to God. Saving me from an empty shell of a life that I was so dangerously about to live. A life of goodness, a life of righteousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of words from my CG leader, Noah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Just knowing that God sent his son Jesus down to die for our sins who willingly did, for us to be free. And for that itself, we should be eternally grateful. He loves us so much."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of the statements that made me decide that I want to be baptised, and it's said by Caleb, another CG leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's from loving Him that we change to become the right person." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen =). Baptism's on the 26th, this coming sunday. A lil' anxious and excited at the same time =D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had formal presentation for marketing today. Means, all of us had to wear office attire. I still think most of my shirts are all oversized lol, including my "office" attire. After the presentations, everyone took photos =p. Heh.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361326531522723522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SmdCEyxJ_sI/AAAAAAAAAVw/r3IUNG4vMvU/s320/DSC00968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like this photo cause it seems a couple of magicians/gamblers/conmen, hiding stuff in our sleeves/pockets, and looking damn cool at the same time. Haha!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361326539840738066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SmdCFRwU0xI/AAAAAAAAAV4/JuPp_9jpb9k/s320/DSC00970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This one looks like CSI: SBM. =DD. OFFICE WORKERS WE ARE NOT =DD!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyway, after a series of.... questionable events, me and ethan went to the stadium to wait for the Ultimate! Frisbee competition to start. My feet still hurt a tad lol. Had to wear my younger brother's soccer boots. The games were quite fun, for my first time playing =p. I had fun faking the living daylights out of my opponents! Run here, fake there, fake there, fake there, fake there, short run, fake there, continue run, fake fake fake, sprint, spin, catch, score =p. Haha! I THINK one of the goals I scored the sequence was like this =p. Had to leave early at 6 tho, took a cab and rushed to Kallang to meet the guys to go indoor to see KOBE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seeing Kobe in person was.... sepctacular. Awesome. Jaw-dropping. I think meeting him in person would cause my whole universe to explode. I kept shouting to Aaron "IT'S KOBE!" in a very loud and exasperated voice. Since I didn't make it in the trials, losing the opportunity to meet him in person, the only reason I wanted to go to it was to make it hurt for me. To make it sting my heart. And boy, did it hurt like mad.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361326529875681490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SmdCEsoeINI/AAAAAAAAAVo/VilnZIHKiRo/s320/DSC01028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see this huddle of players? And Kobe? I could've been there, as one of the players. Daaaaaammmmmnnnnn. Srsly, throughout the whole event, it hurt like mad. A million needles, piercing over and over again, turning it into the world's minc-iest mince meat. I made mistakes, I didn't try hard enough. But this is my way of picking myself up, motivating me further. To make it hurt so much that nothing I train will feel as bad. Srsly, there was this physical pain I felt in my chest throughout the whole event. Even after it ended, I just sat there, and stared at the court as Kobe walked off it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could've been there, training with the elites, being noticed. Playing the game that I love. But I wasn't. So it hurt like mad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I understand, this is part of God's plan for me. If I had made it in, it would've turned me complacent, it would've made me egotistic, I wouldn't try so hard anymore. To me, this is God's way of telling me,"You can work harder, Keith. Achieve your utmost best." Which was true, for basketball I wasn't working hard as of late. Au contrary, I had no time at all. But thinking back, amongst all the projects and studying, I could've sneaked a little basketball in. I could've trained my dribbles. I could've trained my physical. But I didn't. I got lazy and complacent. As such, I feel God is reminding me that if I want anything, he would grant me it, but I would've to work for it as well. Faith without action is dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dig deep. No one can motivate yourself best except you. ~ Kobe Bryant ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-2043589781407178915?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/2043589781407178915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=2043589781407178915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2043589781407178915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2043589781407178915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/07/man-today-was-one-of-longer-days-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SmdCEyxJ_sI/AAAAAAAAAVw/r3IUNG4vMvU/s72-c/DSC00968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-5076679770113396502</id><published>2009-07-19T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:10:46.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh. I want to blog abotu wednesday's track and field, thursday lining up at Wisma Atria for Kobe tix, and today's trials. But no time.... PROJECTS. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed today's church service. Next week's my baptism. I are disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-5076679770113396502?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/5076679770113396502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=5076679770113396502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5076679770113396502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5076679770113396502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/07/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-1785136791005190087</id><published>2009-07-16T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:54:08.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to track and field training yesterday. It yielded some results. Details tml. POA to do. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-1785136791005190087?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/1785136791005190087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=1785136791005190087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1785136791005190087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1785136791005190087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/07/went-to-track-and-field-training.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-616825592507712451</id><published>2009-07-14T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:28:51.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read some of my past blog posts. Though it's hardly recognizable, I find that the way  write, the feelings I pour into what I write has changed quite a bit. Maybe it's showing how I'm changing as a person, and my own mindset and attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I decided to be baptised. I had my baptism lesson with my cg leader, Noah, today. He wanted me to think about the three lessons that I learnt today, and think it throughly, because this is a life decision. To be honest, I already decided to go for baptism before the lessons, as I believe I was shown three subtle signs and one very direct one. But I want to think it throughly again. To see whether I'm doing it for the right reasons. But Noah did bring up one very interesting topic. There are only two important decisions you have to make in life . That is, whether you want to walk with Jesus and God for the rest of your life, and marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kobe Bryant, the best basketball player in the NBA right now, is coming to singapore on the 22nd. His FREE tickets are available to the first 1000 who show up at Wisma Atria on Thursday. I'm thinking of skipping my lecture just so I can go get some. *Thinking* about it still. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I can't exactly let my imagination take flight right now because of school work. Turns out, Marketing project is due next week, Economics the following week, and then Effective writing the next. And then, will come the major examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the holidays. So many things planned =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now."~ Goethe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-616825592507712451?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/616825592507712451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=616825592507712451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/616825592507712451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/616825592507712451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-read-some-of-my-past-blog-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-8320462260263441215</id><published>2009-07-13T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:25:21.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SltRvPIAwVI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_F4H4SzbWD0/s1600-h/03_090402035815_0000308_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357966053643174226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SltRvPIAwVI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_F4H4SzbWD0/s320/03_090402035815_0000308_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PROJECTS ARE KILLING US ALLLLL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but don't worry. I'll be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-8320462260263441215?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/8320462260263441215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=8320462260263441215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8320462260263441215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8320462260263441215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/07/projects-are-killing-us-alllll-but-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SltRvPIAwVI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_F4H4SzbWD0/s72-c/03_090402035815_0000308_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-4430900933888016265</id><published>2009-07-11T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:53:13.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having faith in God that he will provide your needs and grant all your wants is especially hard for someone who has always been relying on himself all his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wall that I have built all my life, it protects me from people on the outside who wants to hurt me. But it also prevents God's Love from reaching me. Too long, have I been hiding behind this wall, hurting myself more than anyone can ever hurt me. But I don't want to condemn myself anymore. I want to God's Love. Tearing down this wall will be hard, people will hurt me, but it's the only way I can feel God's Grace. God. I love you. Change me for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the few, and very... not-happy posts these past few posts =p. Lately, life has been very hectic. I hardly have time for anything else, let alone blog a meaningful, enriching post that would enlighten the lives of all that read it. I haven't written something whilst exerting my grammer and vocabulary, using my imaginative juices in a long time, I'm afraid it might turn rusty. I should be writing something good soon. I want to write =p. I want to play basketball. I want to hang out with my church friends. I want to hang out with my secondary school friends. I want to hang out with my poly friends. I want to hang out with my campus crusade friends.  I want to train. I want to go to gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I feel I need God's Love. I want to let him have control over my life, so I don't really know what I want in life now. These are my earthly wants, these are the friends I've grown up with and the friends that I've met and bonded within a short amount of time, and I treasure everyone dearly. I pray that God will not let me stray from these people, I know that they are good. I hope that someday, I'll be able to show them the love that God has shown me so far =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26July 09'. Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-4430900933888016265?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/4430900933888016265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=4430900933888016265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4430900933888016265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4430900933888016265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/07/having-faith-in-god-that-he-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-2973961111006841151</id><published>2009-07-07T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:45:41.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'VE DECIDED TO IMPLEMENT THIS RULE TO MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO GETTING INTO A RELATIONSHIP UNTIL I'M 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-2973961111006841151?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/2973961111006841151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=2973961111006841151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2973961111006841151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2973961111006841151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-decided-to-implement-this-rule-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-8708200293278408540</id><published>2009-07-06T04:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T04:06:43.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I may die. I stayed up till now to finish my project that's due later today. I'm printing it now. I feel close to death now lol. Luckily school's at 11 tml, so i can sleep abit more. Hopefully I can wake up and head to school later. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank God for granting me the energy to do all that =). There are two things that will never change with him: He sent his son down to die for us, saving us from sin. And He loves us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-8708200293278408540?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/8708200293278408540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=8708200293278408540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8708200293278408540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8708200293278408540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-i-may-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-6318357900723343805</id><published>2009-07-01T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:25:12.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SksGMRiTjqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cJJ9iQRYtdE/s1600-h/DSC01613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353379389995454114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SksGMRiTjqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cJJ9iQRYtdE/s320/DSC01613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elearning is crushing us aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-6318357900723343805?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/6318357900723343805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=6318357900723343805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/6318357900723343805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/6318357900723343805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/07/elearning-is-crushing-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SksGMRiTjqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cJJ9iQRYtdE/s72-c/DSC01613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-2939495072032879846</id><published>2009-06-28T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:45:24.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm liking Teens service worship more and more. Every week, I go back with the spirit of music imbued inside me. I hum a tune as I walk, I sing a song as I stroll. That is of course, when no one's around ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's message was another impactful one as well. It was about Chasing your dreams. Just as a song we sang, "We will shine like stars above, as we're burning like the sun". This relit a fire in my heart I feared I was losing. The fire, the craving for knowledge, for truth, for God's Word. My dreams. It relit them all, and it made me realize that no matter what we are all destined to shine like stars above. Our roles on this earth, is to so let our light shine before men. I forgot which verse it was, but it came to my head. So what is your light =)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I watched a video Jeredy showed to me last night. It's entitled "God's Chisel". It really hit home. I used to think that I wasn't worthy enough for God, that I did things no one can forgive, that I can never be good, and that I'm just junk trying to be a masterpiece. This video, well, it changed my perception about EVERYTHING. I highly recommend everyone to see it, Christians and non-Christians alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UXut0HxncvY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UXut0HxncvY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda disappointed with myself. I woke up "earlier" so that I could reach church on time, but I rolled around a good 10minutes before I finally got up, showered and left for church. I was late, of course, but I was kinda relieved that I didnt miss the sermon *again*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, the only things that disappoint me nowadays are the things that I do to myself. It's never what happens to me, what people do to me, what people say of me, what I say of myself. It is always I who disappoints me. I slept during *most* of the sermon, and I actually had the gall to tell myself that "at least I'm awake for an important part of it". How arrogant, lazy, and egotistical of me. Firstly, I thought less of someone's testimony. Someone is on the stage, bearing her heart out, telling her story, and there I am, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep, thinking that I won't learn anything listening to her story. How arrogant. How un-humble. Lol. Secondly, I slept through most of the sermon, waking up in different periods. I could've stayed awake, but no. I went right back to sleep. How lazy. And then, I still said at least I stayed up for an important part. Who am I to judge one's testimony whether they're important or not? How egotistical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, I disappointed myself immensely today. After service ended, they sang shine like stars. What I did? It was extremely selfish. How was I to shine like a star if I were to do selfish things? I sat down, and prayed. Some things have to change. My laziness, my pride. They have to be broken down. And I thank God for showing my sins to me, and showing me how i can repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone sat down and chatted for a while, then left to the MRT to go to City hall for lunch. I didn't join them. To be honest, I had no mood. I just wanted to be by myself and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be more disciplined, more assertive to myself. When I'm slacking I can tell myself NO and start doing something productive. When I'm struggling to wake up I can tell myself PEOPLE ARE WAITING FOR YOU and get out of bed, slap myself silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With God's Chisel, we can all become the masterpieces that he originally crafted us to be. It won't be easy, allowing God to chisel away all the extra baggage in our life while our natural reaction would be to want to control our life. But God, please, I want to be what you want me to be, with all my heart and spirit. So chisel away, until I become your original masterpiece. I want to shine like stars above. I want to let my light so shine before men, and let your name be glorified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are all God's original masterpieces. Because God doesn't make junk." - TheSkitGuys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly implore all of you to check out the video =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-2939495072032879846?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/2939495072032879846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=2939495072032879846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2939495072032879846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2939495072032879846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturday-im-liking-teens-service.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-7592263463713874883</id><published>2009-06-26T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:31:54.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to blog as early as I can before I forget what awesomeness Thursday has happened to me. Haha. this is as early as I got, and I am EXHAUSTED. =p. We went to Sentosa on Thursday. I went to school for project, which I didn't finish, and met John at Harbourfront. Grace, Angela, Euger, and alot more came eventually, and we left for sentosa. Me and John took lots of pictures, downright refusing to get into the water. I *tried* to dig a hole. We left at dinnertime, went back to harbourfront where we ordered takeaway and brought it to the ampitheatre at the roof top, ate, and played games =D. Haha =D. The photos will come eventually. I am really tired now lol. I gotta head to bed. More elaboration to come later on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Apparently, my younger brother threw away the camera box, which probably contained the Camera cable, so the photos would have to wait. And he can't find his SD card reader as well. Lol. Guess my *short* elaboration would have to do? Haha =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sentosa, got lost for a moment as we mistook siloso beach for palawan beach, but we got there eventually =p. It was HOT. Like, SCALDING HOT. Feet couldn't take it. Wanted to try some beachvolleyball tricks, but oh well. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate seawater. Clean seawater still can, but seawater like here at Sentosa? Ew =p. Lol. As such, since cant play volleyball due to the blistering heat, I decided to dig a hole. To try to bury someone in it. But I never got that far. The hole me and John and Euger dug was barely shin length deep. And it wasnt that long or wide either. It was just a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooled off with slurpees. Lol. We then took our cameras and went off taking random pictures and of them playing in the water. Haha. They played captain's ball I think. We were done at about 6? We took more pictures, and everyone went off to wash up. We reached Harbourfront at about 730? We gathered for a while, then dispersed to dapao food to the ampitheatre. Some went hawker center, some went Long John silvers, me and john went burger King. LOL. We did not have it our way, completely, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we dined at the ampitheatre. Our seven incher burger was but like a mere 5-6incher? WE DID NOT HAVE IT OUR WAY. As soon as everyone finished eating, games and conversation started. Apparently, John is a Whose Line fan as well =D. Aw yeah. We watched vids of it before Cher Young gathered everyone for random games lol. We played chucky chucky and niu nai. Haha =D. I was the winner of Niu Nai ONCE. =DDDDDDDDDDDD. Ask me personally what the game is next time and I'll be glad to show you =D. Muahahahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our night ended after the games ended. Everyone went to the MRT, and bid their farewells. It was a day to remember =). I don't remember having this much fun in a whole WEEK. Swimming and gym, and sentosa outing. AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looks like my elaboration got really really really really really really lazy. Oh well. =D. I find that talking about my day can be a tad monotonous tho =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of all the attitudes we can acquire, surely the attitude of gratitude is the most important and by far the most life-changing."~ Zig Ziglar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you, my friends, for being my friends =). Ivan, please don't lose your way =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-7592263463713874883?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/7592263463713874883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=7592263463713874883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7592263463713874883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7592263463713874883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanted-to-blog-as-early-as-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-8897533442647287960</id><published>2009-06-24T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:09:28.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was an awesome day. Went to some place near Sengkang through the LRT (lol), to gym and swimming at a swim park with Alicia and Cher Ying! Edmund and his friend joined us later on. The gym there was pretty awesome, might be going there another time =p. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swim park is really spectacular lol, aside from the *slightly* murky water in the sheltered pool. The only thing the park is missing is a lazy pool, like the one at Wild Wild Wet =p. Just lying there, and floating around the whole park. Nothing else like it. Haha. The slides were praiseworthy as well. Though I did hurt my lower back during one of the slides =p. Stupid bumps ==". The twister slide is nothing I ever experienced before, double jump lol. Haha =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time I had so much fun. Maybe it's cause today overtook the most recent memory of having alot of fun =p. Haha. I hope that at the end of my life(touch wood), I'll be able to review all the times in my life where I had the most fun =p. Now that would be pretty awesome =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daedal \DEE-duhl\adjective:&lt;br /&gt;1. Complex or ingenious in form or function; intricate.&lt;br /&gt;2. Skillful; artistic; ingenious.&lt;br /&gt;3. Rich; adorned with many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty interesting word. I think I'm incorporating it into my daily word usage. Haha. My mind works in a very daedal way =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."~ Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happiness is a journey, not a destination.For a long time it seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. This perspective has helped me to see there is no way to happiness.Happiness is the way. So treasure every moment you have and remember that time waits for no one."~ Souza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-8897533442647287960?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/8897533442647287960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=8897533442647287960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8897533442647287960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8897533442647287960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-was-awesome-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-3607246002293015766</id><published>2009-06-21T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:52:08.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think the sin that afflicts me most is laziness. I simple cannot wake up early everyday, as much as I want to make it a habit. I always tend to just enjoy the feeling of having just woken up, lying on my bed, enjoying the morning, and then falling right back to sleep again. As awesome a feeling as it is, that must change. They say that people who can't wake up in the morning are people who don't have anything to look forward to in their days. And I feel, that's pretty sad. I have things to look forward to, things that I love, so by right I should be able to wake up. And I will, tml =). haha. I was listening to this song as I rushed to Church this morning, and it really hit the nail on the head. It's "I wanna Live" by Stellar Kart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes all I try to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is maybe sleep til noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And now I’m thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Less is more more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will I ever get out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What’s the point anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another meaningless day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is there any reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why I shouldn’t waste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All my time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Pre-Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a change of scenery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unlock the door and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Set me free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna live like today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Could be my last day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To give all I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before it’s too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye to all the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear and doubt ‘cause this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is what life is all about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes I lie awake at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Playing back my whole life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If the way I see this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could change &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the differences would fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m gonna play it out again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I hear your voice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’ll take your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ll try to change what I’ve become&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And love like Jesus does&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Pre-chorus]&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really do sometimes sleep till noon just to see if I could do it. Now I feel doing that is just wasting one meaningless day after another. If let's say I make it a habit to sleep at 10, 11 pm and wake up at 8, 9 am everyday, life would be so much better, healthier and more meaningful. "And now I'm thinking less is more." I truly agree with this. To me, this means that less sleep, would mean a more meaningful day. I slept at 2am the night before. I told myself to wake up at 8am or 9am today so that I can make it in time for church, but in the end, I rolled around in the morning once i woke up at 815, and found myself waking up at 1130 and rushing to church. I sacrificed two hours worth of what could be a meaningful sermon for more sleep? Now that I play it back like that, boy, I'm pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post was about changing everything I feared I had become. I had lost the enthusiasm to live like everyday was my last day, to live life with no regrets, to just do what I want to do and be happy with it. And now, thanks to this song, I think I gained it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last paragraph I put "I think" in the paragraph on purpose. Haha. Because, if I live life doing what I want to do, it would be a very chaotic life. Haha. I want to live like everyday is my last day, and live everyday with righteousness, going to bed everyday knowing, that what I've done today is the right thing to have been done, whether it makes me feel awful or not. I want to live life doing the right thing. I remembered I lived life like that in Sec2, always trying my very best to do the right thing, whether it made me feel horrible afterwards because of my own emotions or not. And in sec2, I lived life feeling horrible and emo most of the time. But at least in sec2, I had lived life according to my own principles. Going through sec3 and sec4, I know, I had lost my way. And now at the age of 17, I have found back a new way. A life of righteousness, a life of goodness, a christian life =). And I feel great living it =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I was late to church today. My timing was spectacular. I reached there at the same time the sermon ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-3607246002293015766?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/3607246002293015766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=3607246002293015766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3607246002293015766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3607246002293015766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-sin-that-afflicts-me-most-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-5813367752405947178</id><published>2009-06-20T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:40:19.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have never realized until today that I had become everything I thought I wasn't and feared to become. I am selfish, I am cold, I am perverted, I am ungentlemanly, I am egotistic, I am arrogant, I am lazy. Well, thanks to today's service, I know that now. And all that will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I think "Who Let The Dogs Out" by the Baha Men has got to be the manliest song ever. The guys singing it sound like they're having so much fun! "WHO! LET THE DOGS OUT?! WHO?! WHO!? WHO WHO, WHO! WHO~ LET THE DOGS~ OUT?! WHO!? WHO?! WHO WHO WHO!"&lt;br /&gt;Man. I want to assemble a choir, and make them sing it. lol. Just fo kicks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-5813367752405947178?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/5813367752405947178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=5813367752405947178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5813367752405947178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5813367752405947178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-never-realized-until-today-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-2810472704407633264</id><published>2009-06-18T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:10:08.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SjpJUyUWJ7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/I651Dx1A830/s1600-h/Spiderman_Fucked_by_AlexDeB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348668128909207474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SjpJUyUWJ7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/I651Dx1A830/s320/Spiderman_Fucked_by_AlexDeB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The creator for spiderman just has not friggin sympathy. I count like what, 5 villains after him? Let's not forget some other villains of his, like Mysterio and Sandman. Spiderman is only a teenager, geez! And SOMEHOW, his emoness and depression comes from being worried that Mary Jane doesnt like him. How in the world does that happen? He has like 7 murderors after him, and he's letting his pubescent hormones control him? He did a better job with the alien symbiote on Venom. Lol. With great power, comes great responsibility I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-2810472704407633264?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/2810472704407633264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=2810472704407633264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2810472704407633264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2810472704407633264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/06/creator-for-spiderman-just-has-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SjpJUyUWJ7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/I651Dx1A830/s72-c/Spiderman_Fucked_by_AlexDeB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-9220930242714620873</id><published>2009-06-15T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:28:46.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SjZ1PfWZumI/AAAAAAAAAVI/QCgjqCioN8Y/s1600-h/3175_78982448569_824123569_1721768_4038995_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347590516522990178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SjZ1PfWZumI/AAAAAAAAAVI/QCgjqCioN8Y/s320/3175_78982448569_824123569_1721768_4038995_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and zhenghou. We were jumping into random photos our friends were taken. Totally random lol. We finally got a photo to ourselves. I was planning to stab the two people in front of me with cutlery, zhenghou was jumping in. As such, I planned to stab him with cutlery. That was awesome =D. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SjZ0d-r2S8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/zVBMOwR0ovQ/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347589665940982722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SjZ0d-r2S8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/zVBMOwR0ovQ/s320/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Wei Qiang. He is in a random pose. He asked me to take a picture of him in a random pose. He and I decided to place it up here. So here he is, Wei Qiang! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two random pics, for your enjoyment. Hah. Today was relatively fun. Played basketball at Kembangan today. Truly, the competition there is greater. After that went swimming till late, and ate supper. Lol. Loss at words, because such a fun day was spent simply. Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look past the facade, and zoom onto the object in your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-9220930242714620873?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/9220930242714620873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=9220930242714620873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/9220930242714620873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/9220930242714620873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-me-and-zhenghou.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SjZ1PfWZumI/AAAAAAAAAVI/QCgjqCioN8Y/s72-c/3175_78982448569_824123569_1721768_4038995_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-1991744655645622010</id><published>2009-06-15T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:08:39.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Was A Phantom of Delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was a Phantom of delight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When first she gleamed upon my sight; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lovely Apparition, sent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be a moment's ornament; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But all things else about her drawn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From May-time and the cheerful dawn; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A dancing Shape, an Image gay, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To haunt, to startle, and way-lay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw her upon nearer view, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Spirit, yet a Woman too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her household motions light and free, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And steps of virgin-liberty; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A countenance in which did meet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet records, promises as sweet; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Creature not too bright or good &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For human nature's daily food; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For transient sorrows, simple wiles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I see with eye serene &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The very pulse of the machine; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Being breathing thoughtful breath, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Traveller between life and death; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reason firm, the temperate will, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A perfect Woman, nobly planned, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To warn, to comfort, and command; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yet a Spirit still, and bright &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With something of angelic light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~William Wordsworth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A poem from Ivan. It's been ringing in my head awhile. Lol. Something to ponder about, the wonder of english =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-1991744655645622010?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/1991744655645622010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=1991744655645622010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1991744655645622010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1991744655645622010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-was-phantom-of-delight-she-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-8262941637539805718</id><published>2009-06-10T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:11:54.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another case of coming so close yet so far away. God has healed me of this fever within a day. Yesterday it reached a grand high of 39degrees, today I feel alot better, almost 100%! Praise him! My mum still isnt convinced, and won't let me go to the lifechanger camp. I'm still holding out a small flicker of hope tho, tho I know she won't change her mind ==". What does it mean? God healed me of my sickness, but my mum won't let me go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just reminds me of how my whole life has been. Case after case of near hits and close misses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep a positive outlook Keith. It's what makes your life better. He has something better in store for you. On the bright side, I caught up on alot of revision, and read like half of The Acts. Tml's the ICA for Sports &amp;amp; Wellness. Press on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: My mum just took my passport and malaysian ringgit back. There goes that last flicker of hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-8262941637539805718?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/8262941637539805718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=8262941637539805718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8262941637539805718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8262941637539805718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-case-of-coming-so-close-yet-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-3696452834884777592</id><published>2009-06-09T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:58:55.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with a fever. I thought that I could fight it throught the day, but my mum stopped me. As such, I am now at home, unable to go to the Lifechanger Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit. After looking forward to it so much, it seems likely that it was to be taken away from me. Right now, I only hope that I can recover fast enough such that I can go to the camp for ONE NIGHT. That would be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really angry at first. God knew I was looking forward to it, and that's why I can't go. I have to understand that everything happens is because of His will and His wondrous plan. Everything happens because of his great plan. So I have to trust him, trust him with all my heart all my faith, that this happened to me, because God has something greater stored for me. I have to have faith in Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe in Him I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking up of all that and writing it down here, I feel better. Not completely better, but my heart feels lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;John 3:27&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... A man can receive nothing unless it has been given to Him from Heaven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything we receive is from God, and it is His will that we are blessed with things. And His will never fails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-3696452834884777592?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/3696452834884777592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=3696452834884777592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3696452834884777592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3696452834884777592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-woke-up-this-morning-with-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-4718517693008115695</id><published>2009-06-06T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:01:56.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SiqPrutjPoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/fIY9DRjWtSo/s1600-h/DSC01717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344241889264746114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SiqPrutjPoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/fIY9DRjWtSo/s320/DSC01717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken last year, about a month before O levels? Funny how during times so stressful and busy is times where those brief moments of freedom feels so unbothered, so worriless. Truly, as the weeks became days, as the days inched ever so closely to the first exams, where brief moments became tiny speckles, so light-hearted, so unanxious do we feel. We enjoyed what we hardly got, to the maximum. I think this picture shows that. I enjoyed those carefree moments immensely. I treasure it in my heart, every moment, every speckle of it. Indeed, the days of our youth are days we can never take back, where every joy and every regret becomes but a dot in the course of our lives. And yet again, they are so significant to us that we look back every now and again, wanting to live back those days that mattered so greatly. How paradoxical that the days of our youth are days which are but a dot and a huge part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I have the heart of a child but the mental, realistic attitude of an adult. I don't ever want to let go of those days, and forever, I want to live everyday like I'm still a youth. That way, every day becomes truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today, I didnt realize I was so stressed. And what exactly was I stressed about? Something that's completely not on my priorities list. That is to say, the list of things that matter to me the most, God, Friends and Family, Studies, basketball. So why am I stressed over something that's supposedly not so important to me? I have no idea. Maybe it's a subconscious message to myself telling me that," Hey, maybe it does matter to you. Maybe you should care about it." So if people reading this still dont get what I'm saying, yeah I'm STRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to service today. After service, I started thinking as I walked towards 108. That's when I indirectly realized my stress, because I kept fretting over it. I had planned to just go 108 and watch people play. I was hesitant wheter or not i should play matches, just shoot hoops, or go home. Ultimately, I decided to play matches, to just lose my mind into the game and focus and have fun. Of course, that worked. But it's not until I just joked around shooting hoops with my friends did I really just lose my mind and destressed. We played around the court like children.&lt;br /&gt;Such as forming a new rebounding tactic, which is simply just jumping onto each other's shoulders. More simply, we just jumped on each other. And the way to box out. Lol. Spinspinspinspinspinspin. It reminded me of why I love basketball. We can just get lost in each other's worlds, and let our imaginations take flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that maybe, that's the way that life should be. Living it by the moment. Take life moment by moment, and when the moment's gone, forget it! Move on to the next moment, there'd be more. You will have your chances keith. Though you may feel as pathetic as pathetic now, that won't last long. Nothing lasts long in this earthly world. But in the spiritual world, all things are eternal. So I'm going to hold on tight to God's love. With God, I'm never alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a lil' something in today's service. To sum it up, a portion of it was to love yourself. If you don't love yourself, how can you love others? If you love yourself to an extent, you are already beautiful. If you love yourself, you'd hate it if you did something bad or have a certain blemish. You'd do something about it. You wouldn't be lazy. I always thought I loved myself alot, to an extent that I am not vain. I don't care about strangers' opinions of me, simply because I dont care. I love being myself. But I'm lazy. Even though I take proper care of my body and mind, such as doing sports and studying hard, I am lazy. I don't take care of my face, leaving me with oddly shaped pimples on uncommon places. I am a very smart kid, not to brag, but all my teacher say I'm complacent. I don't work hard enough such that people see that I'm smart, I work just enough to prove to myself that I can do it if I tried, but I hardly try hard enough. I slack in trainings because I always think that there is a better way to train and I should think of how to do it. I can be a whole lot better person if I stop being lazy and love myself more. To put it in biblical terms,&lt;em&gt;  God so loved the world that he sent his son, Jesus Christ, to die for us on the cross. God loves us so much, that he sent his one and only son to die for us, and Jesus Christ too, loves us so much that he died for us, so that we may live free of sin. They love and value our lives so MUCH. &lt;strong&gt;Surely, we can love ourselves in that very same way? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'm pretty sure we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here. Marianne Williamson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is no such thing in anyone's life as an unimportant day."~ Alexander Woollcott&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If I am not for myself, who will be for me?If I am not for others, what am I? And if not now, when?" ~ Rabbi Hillel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-4718517693008115695?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/4718517693008115695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=4718517693008115695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4718517693008115695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/4718517693008115695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-was-taken-last-year-about-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SiqPrutjPoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/fIY9DRjWtSo/s72-c/DSC01717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-3166263589601349263</id><published>2009-06-05T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:30:37.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sikruzg6QSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Lym00pmrJNQ/s1600-h/DSC02085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343850515954024738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sikruzg6QSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Lym00pmrJNQ/s320/DSC02085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" I may not be there yet, but I'm closer than I was yesterday.  "~ Unknown Author&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-3166263589601349263?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/3166263589601349263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=3166263589601349263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3166263589601349263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3166263589601349263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-may-not-be-there-yet-but-im-closer.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sikruzg6QSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Lym00pmrJNQ/s72-c/DSC02085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-828151892294838167</id><published>2009-05-31T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:36:14.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I played soccer for Church today. It was an interchurch competition. I am proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a goalie, I couldnt save 4-5 goals. People laughed and pointed. I kicked the ball to the opponent, helping them score said 4-5 goals. I have a lousy kick.&lt;br /&gt;As a defender, I didnt know where to run. I heard people making fun of the "guy who switched from goalie". Again, I kicked the ball to the opponent. When I really tried to kick the ball really really hard and far away from the opponent, I ended up stepping on the ball and slipping, allowing the opponent to capitalize and score. Friends were cheering for us at that moment too, and I messed up.&lt;br /&gt;I messed up and disappointed a very special person to me as well. I felt absolutely rotten during *most* of the game because of that. But of course, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;these are not the reasons why I am proud of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The REASON why I am so proud of myself is, despite all the adversity and tribulations of not knowing how to play, despite all the embarassment and bullshit I had to put up with the opposing crowd, despite all the disappointment I caused to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the friends I love who I've come to see as my newly found family,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I remained strong in heart and spirit. I didn't give up playing the game. I didn't take on the sian attitude, I didnt anyhow play. I continued the game with the heart of an athelete. Picking myself up when I fall, and moving along, playing the game, anticipating the moment. Not giving up. That is the heart of an athelete, one who does sports because he loves sports in general, the camaderie, the teamwork, the brotherhood. This is special to me as most friends know that I don't really like soccer O_o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank Eugene for keeping my spirits up. He is a wonderful friend to have and a wonderful team mate on the field =). I want to thank everyone who cheered for us in the crowd, despite playing a *ahem* game. Everyone could hear your cheers, and because of that it lightened our spirits =). I want to thank the entire team, for not giving up as well =D. Without everyone, I don't think I might have learnt this valuable lesson about perseverance and humilty. Again, thanks everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Success is not measured by what you accomplish but by the opposition you have encountered, and the courage with which you have maintained the struggle against overwhelming odds."~ Orison Swett Marden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The man who has done his level best... is a success, even though the world may write him down a failure."~ B.C. Forbes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's not whether you get knocked down; it's whether you get up."~ Vince Lombardi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless everyone! He is certainly blessed me as well, granting me with friends like all of you, and the ones at Church =). Love ya all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-828151892294838167?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/828151892294838167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=828151892294838167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/828151892294838167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/828151892294838167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-played-soccer-for-church-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-8787038638560375161</id><published>2009-05-28T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:10:46.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ICA's next week. Time to push onward. Everyone else is, I'm not gonna be left behind, I'm going to be top of the crop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olevel students, I pray for your MT on monday. I remember mine last year. I don't like chinese. But I still needed to get over it and aim high. And so I did. I got past the exam, and everything was hunky dory. So, Olevel Students, i pray you all will have the strenght and mental willpower to perservere on, for a few more days. Perserverance is not one long race, but a series of short races one after another. So dont give up! Every little thing counts, no matter how insignificant! Focus, motivate, STRIVE! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take up the mentality of an Olevel Student. All my grades matter, all my classes. Strive Keith, and be the best you know you can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340550334258193762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sh1yO8qNpWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7ebEzbnf_7I/s320/n590978667_1141478_2802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rememeber those times people. We'll all be in the same room again someday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340550336645534594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sh1yPFjZk4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/UPkQypwkuJ8/s320/DSC01790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The very last day of Olevels, 13Nov. The final paper, a measly Bio MCQ, and everything was over in a flash. The four years of secondary school. Shouting at the top of my lungs ," OLEVELS ARE OVER!" Nothing had felt more free than that. And I doubt anything else will feel as free as that. One final glance at the Olevel hall, the sign of our battles, and off we go, to the rest of our lives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Treat your friends as you do your pictures, and place them in their best light."~ Jennie Jerome Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends are those rare people who ask how you are and then wait for the answer. "~ Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-8787038638560375161?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/8787038638560375161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=8787038638560375161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8787038638560375161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8787038638560375161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/05/icas-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sh1yO8qNpWI/AAAAAAAAAUg/7ebEzbnf_7I/s72-c/n590978667_1141478_2802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-8446460854501981329</id><published>2009-05-21T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:08:57.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/ShT7sHfjvRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/l2Unu_g-RCw/s1600-h/Image184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338168193685110034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/ShT7sHfjvRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/l2Unu_g-RCw/s320/Image184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Am I listening in class? Apparently not. Inspired from Kai Jing's Ninja-san =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's getting along fine. I just need to do these kind of stunts now and again to break free from the monotony of daily routine. I really cannot do the same thing everyday lol. No wonder I sleep in class in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I'm thinking of entering an essay competition. Topic is on the socio-educational side of life as a tertiary student, as a summary. Less than 1500 words, so I can write as much as I want. I already have loads of ideas in my head. Sadly, I'm thinking about entering but I have no time to write said stories ==". Argh. Someone convince me! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning how to darw anime characters. Lol. At least it can be another way to express myself =). I'm laughing at my own drawings for now. I think it's very impressive to draw well. It shows just how well one is able to picture something in theri head and put it to paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, break's over, back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-8446460854501981329?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/8446460854501981329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=8446460854501981329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8446460854501981329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8446460854501981329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-i-listening-in-class-apparently-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/ShT7sHfjvRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/l2Unu_g-RCw/s72-c/Image184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-3710781866212230106</id><published>2009-05-14T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:40:45.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SguDvDwOhJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fMPrmOfpvg8/s1600-h/Image28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335503028035159186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SguDvDwOhJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fMPrmOfpvg8/s320/Image28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what's been going on in my life lately. This happened last week. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to train with NYP's basketball team. There were simply too many people. Damnit. I decided to train by myself tho, as always, and make it to the team next year. I've come too far and love basketball too much to give it up. Let this shaven head be a reminder to myself to concentrate on what's important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, friends and family, studies, basketball. Looks like getting a girlfriend would have to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-3710781866212230106?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/3710781866212230106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=3710781866212230106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3710781866212230106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/3710781866212230106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-whats-been-going-on-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SguDvDwOhJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fMPrmOfpvg8/s72-c/Image28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-6338029835918391610</id><published>2009-05-06T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:28:32.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He picks himself up and strives harder, that's what. I'm not letting it end this way. I love basketball too much to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget all distractions; Focus on what's important to you keith, to what you want to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is but a series of dreams after shattered dreams. How good a life is depends on the number of times one picks oneself up from it. ~  KEITH WONG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-6338029835918391610?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/6338029835918391610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=6338029835918391610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/6338029835918391610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/6338029835918391610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-picks-himself-up-and-strives-harder.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-2393040478517777649</id><published>2009-05-05T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:02:24.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't make it into the poly team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does one do when a dream is shattered before his very eyes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-2393040478517777649?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/2393040478517777649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=2393040478517777649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2393040478517777649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2393040478517777649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-didnt-make-it-into-poly-team.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-6898049519726821771</id><published>2009-05-01T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:26:22.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been a momentous week. I'll get straight to the point. On tuesday, I managed to get past the first round of the NYP basketball tryouts =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryouts start at 630. I was there at 5. Lol. There being the Indoor Sports hall. The basketball court is magnificent I tell you. The flooring, the hoop, the net, everything is PERFECT. I spent the next hour preparing myself mentally, and the last half an hour warming up, shooting hoops. I counted. Approximately 125 people or more showed up for the tryouts. Around 55 people made it through the second selection, where we will be playing in front of the coach, who will then out of ALL of us pick 15 - 20 people. I are worriedz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice something really funny lol. Before the selection, surprisingly, I wasn't the shortest player to try out. After the selection, I became the shortest player to make it through the first round. LOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tryouts are on tuesday. Please, pray for me =). I know that God will make a way for me, jsut as he did last tuesday. This I will pray =). Put it in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday, I tried out for the Sakuran Japanese Cultural Club. SJCC. Lol. They have three divisions, Origami, the art of japanese paper folding, JMD, Japanese Music and Dance, and the one I'm planning to join, Triple A, Anime Addicts Anonymous. Under the Triple A, there are another three sub divisions. Cosplayers, M.A.I.D, and Film Production. The obvious two doesnt need explaination, but I plan to join M.A.I.D. Yes, I want to be a M.A.I.D. Manga and Illustration Department. LOLZ. Under there, I can either be draw manga or write storylines. I have found the place I want to be. Lol. Writing stories =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their orientation was fun. Met lots of interesting people, people whom at a glance, would never know that they were closet otakus. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday, after classes, I went for an overnight activity organized by Campus Crusade for Christ. We played the whole night, didnt sleep a wink! It was awesome. Started at 8pm, ended at 645am. I reached home at 730am, knocked out till 930am, then headed to 108 to ball with the guys. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's pretty much my week, summarised to the fullest extent =). I wish I could further elaborate, but I got a match tml that I have to wake up early for. Again, please pray for me =). God will make a way, this I pray in Jesus's name =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The one without dreams is the one without wings.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muhammad Ali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-6898049519726821771?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/6898049519726821771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=6898049519726821771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/6898049519726821771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/6898049519726821771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-week-has-been-momentous-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-7744430958977577052</id><published>2009-04-22T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:45:34.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow! The three days of school went by in a flash. I guess this happens when the longest school day you have is 7hours long, with an hour's break included =). Let's start with day1, shall we? It's a long post. So prepare yourselves. Get a cup of your favourite beverage, and sit down shrouded in your warm blanket. The Misadventures Of Kei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day1&lt;br /&gt;Lessons, from 11am to 6pm =D. I don't really mind going home at 6+, if it means I will never be late for school. I went there at 9am with my mum, to buy my laptop. We bought the Lightweight LIFEBOOK S6520 from Fujitsu, the most expensive Fujitsu model there ==". I asked my uncle who supposedly knows computers beforehand, and you know what he said? To buy the most expensive one, because confirm best specs. And you save a ton of money. And so me and my mum bought it, since there was an enticing offer of free upgrade to 320GB SATA HDD for the first 1000 students, lol. When I got in line, it took me about half an hour to reach the front. That wasn't so bad. As soon as I got in line, the line started to spiral. There was a line, and then since it was too long, they had to make a loop. And another. And another. When I finally purchased mine, they had 3loops. Lucky me ^^. Have to love my mum too, for buying it for me =). And hafta thank my aunt, for sponsoring 1000bucks O_o. Really gotta repay them someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now this meant that I have to lug a big plastic bag containing my purchase around the whole day. Ooookay. No problem. And so I did, headed off to my first class, Statistical Theory of Business. Which wasn't so bad. It was really interesting, combining some aspects from Amaths. I am glad I took it. Lol. I bet it looks like gibberish to those who didn't take it. An hour's break, and we ate at koufu. We, meaning me and my two new friends Adam and Ethan. Adam is roughly 180cm tall lol, and is a slacker, Jack of all trades master of none. Ethan's roughly my height but taller than me, is a slacker, and a gamer. Lol. My school's koufu western food? It's alright. The mashed potatoes is just a slop tho. It's like those military camps where they just take a ladle and handle slop out of a giant pot to the recruits. it tasted like slop too. The chicken chop was pleasant but the spaghetti sucks. Poor man's food I guess. Lol =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch it was Economics, which I must say is pretty awesome. The subject was okay. But what the tutor did... Was awesome. He let us off after 45minutes of introduction, no teaching on the subject. He introduced himself, as do we, he talked about what economics was about, and we were off. We had an impromptu one and a half hour's break. No other words can describe him as much as certain Internet slang, such as AWESOME, or epic. Lol. So we went to explore our school's library. Apparently, this must be a standard in other poly libraries as well. We can watch movies, whatever movies that was available to us. Which I felt, again, is awesome as heck. I saw a girl watching a Disney movie though. Which freaked me out. A poly student... openly watching a Disney movie. Alone. I was just stunned. And she wasn't that hot either =p. Lol. So we went to our next class, a marketing lecture, my very first lecture of my school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note I was lugging my lapster* all day =D. It was interesting. And again awesome. Awesome will now be some sort of keyword, so you know what to expect. She went through the lesson after some very interesting introductions that kept us involved and laughing, and finished it 45minutes before the end time. We went home at 5. Simply awesome. The best first day of school in my life. I get to leave early for almost every class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lapster. Lappie/Lappy is way too feminine a name to call my laptop. I thereby dub thee Lapster™. It sounds cool, and macho at the same time =D. It doesn't have that cutesy wutesy ring to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day2&lt;br /&gt;You will not believe my luck. After such an awesome first day, I would have never expect one of the worst days in my life. My first class was at 9AM, to 2pm, so 2subjects for today, which I expected to be awesome! Guess what happened. Lol, no need, this be a blog, and suspense almost has no place here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I OVERSLEPT. BY HOW MUCH? I WOKE UP AT... 9AM IN THE FRIGGIN MORNING. I WOKE UP AT THE EXACT SAME TIME MY LESSON STARTS. IMAGINE MY DISTRESS. IMAGINE MY DESPERATION. IMAGINE THE EXPLETIVES I SHOUTED AND THOUGHT IN MY HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now go into step by step mode. To be precise, I woke up at 9.03am, which gave me approximately 7minutes to reach there before i be counted late and miss my second day of school. At first, I did not know it was 9. I heard the House phone ring, okay, woke up and picked it up. No one was on the line. Hm. Okay, headed back to bed. Rolled over, checked my phone. 9.03am. "...." By saying dot dot dot dot really fast, that's roughly how long it took me to react and for the adrenaline to reach my blood. I stormed out of bed, wiped my face, grabbed some clothes, slipped on a pair of jeans and took a shirt. I had planned to ball that day, but at that time it was out of the question. If I were to be marked absent it would ruin my whole day. I took the ball out my bag, wore socks and slipped on the shoes that I can slip on the fastest, grabbed my stuff, open the door, lock the door, rush to the lift. Time: 9.05am. I did all that in 2minutes. It took me a minute to wear my shoes and lock the door. So ya. The lift was taking it's own sweet time. I ran out, and friggin sprinted towards the bus stop like I was the guy behind Usain Bolt. I had to climb up an overhead bridge, run to the other side, and then basically hop down to safety. As I was hopping my bus came. I missed it. Time: 9.07am. Just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited 3minutes for the bus to come, which felt like 10minutes. 10minutes meant alot if you have 5minute to reach there in time, but as I sat there and waited, I gave a call to Adam and Ethan, asking them to help cover for me, hopefully the tutor would believe them. I told them to tell her I had a stomachache and was on campus, but they knew I overslept as I told them. Bus reached that place in 4minutes. I raced to the mrt station, hoping to catch the train on time. Like I said, it wasn't my day. I just missed it by a couple of metres, as I saw it leave the station, ever so slowly. Oooookay. 3minutes to the next train, 9minutes to reach Yio Chu Kang. Time: 9.15am. As I sat down there, I was just thinking my plan of action. What do I do? What do I say? If I run fast, I should be able to get there by 9.30, 20minutes past the allotted time to be late, but hey, better late than never right? It was only my second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train came, finally. I got on, and now it was just a 9minute break before I run an estimated 800m. When before it reached ang mo kio, the station before yio chu kang, the train... It slowed down. What the damn. I can literally see it slow down, and attempt to speed up, for a good 1minute. It was sputtering. I prayed to god it wasn't a train problem. And thank god, it wasn't and we were on the way. 1minute to countdown, to before I start bolting. But now I had 1minute less, because of the train. A total of 9minutes to reach my classroom on the 5th floor. Time: 9:27. I ran as soon as the sliding doors opened. As I galloped down the flight of stairs, I realized something I should've realized before I left my house. My jeans were way to big, and my black collared tee was way to small. One wrong move and everyone could see my briefs, both due to the small shirt and over sized pants. How over sized? I could stuff an adult chicken into the space I have in my pants. And my shirt was barely covering my hip. Okay. This was gonna be tricky. Every 5steps I had to pull up my pants, to avoid embarrassment, but of course, I was embarrassed in a different way, treating everyone to a sight of a grown boy running and pulling his pants up every 5steps. Upon further thinking, no wonder it seemed so easy to slip into my jeans. I just literally put my legs through the leg holes and pulled up. No resistance. Jeans were never meant to be slipped into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I got to a checkpoint, the place with a lift! And THANK GOD it was at my level, so I got on and pressed the 5th story. In the short wait in the lift, I realized another startling fact. I had yet to pee, as everyone does when they wake up in the morning. And I can't stand the embarrassment of leaving in the middle of my class for the toilet, after being late. Time: 9:28. Okay, just right. Half a minute to run to the toilet, a minute to pee, half a minute to head to class, and hopefully be excused. I sprang out of the lift, and it being my luck... The door heading out was locked. No time. I ran down one story, and as I ran, the fearful thought of the door at level 4 being locked too. Of course, it just wasn't my day. It was locked. I ran down another story. 3rd level. After completely wasting 1 minute, I hastened towards another flight of stairs, running all the way to the 5th story and heading to the toilet. Finally emptying my bladder after that misadventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no time to check the time ==", I immediately power walked towards to the classroom, out of stamina to run further. Fortunately I was wearing black, because I was drenched. Luckily someone was heading to the toilet, opening the door for me, preventing me the awkward situation of knocking on the door 20minutes late and entering, the whole class just staring at you, wondering where you where. I walked in, previously stated, completely wet. Everyone still stared, after all, how often do you get a late classmate entering looking as if a giant spat on me. I looked at the tutor, she looked at me. I immediately apologized,"Sorry I'm late." and turned away to look at the clock. 9:33pm. 3minutes off target, because of the stupid bad luck. Oh man. The tutor said," You're late." Well DUH. Can you not see the blinking red light of the clock, me gasping for breath and in a complete state of moisture? "See me after class." "Okay." That wasn't so bad. At least I can beg for forgiveness after class, hoping she won't mark me absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lessons was Effective writing, how to write a business letter and such, but she only did a short intro. Of course, I missed half the lesson, how would I know? It was practically English lesson, and I was looking forward to it like heck and I was late. Simple awesome. Lol. I liked what she was teaching. After class, which ended half an hour earlier, I walked up to her,"You wanted to see me?" In summary, she asked why I was late. I told her honestly, I overslept, I'm sorry I was late for class, and I promised to never let it happen again. She said it was a lousy excuse, and that I could've come up with a better one. Who to the what? So potentially, I could've come up with some elaborate story. That, I would do one day. So anyway, She excused me for that time. On the final note, I told her I woke up at 9, and rushed there as fast as I could, and again, I apologized and thanked her, and bowed. She's an awesome tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time, I had spaghetti at the fast food canteen. Quite creamy, but one gets sianed of the taste very easily. Next, a lecture on Economics. I fell asleep. But I was awake on the important parts. She did an introduction on it for 45minutes, finally starting the lecture. She ended the lecture in 20minutes. If I could swear vulgarities, I would swear that it's f'in awesome. And so we ended at 115.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and another friend, Edwin, made a plan to go to the Hougang gym later. And so we did. I reached home at 2, didnt eat my lunch. Slacked around the house, and went off at 3. Reached there at 330. He wanted to help me assist him in bench presses. Okay, so I did, rather awkwardly. He was roughly my height and a taller than me. He was "fat", but his upper body is built like O_o. He was strong. For bench press, He lifted a maximum of 20kg on each side, 4okg total. I was to follow his regime, which I didn't mind, I could learn some stuff. He started off at 12.5kg each, and increased. I started off with 7.5kg. We were to do four sets with about 8 repetitions, increasing weights with each one. I was stuck at 12.5kg, the weight he started with. I barely did 5. Ooookay. And so I followed his regime, doing less heavier weights than him but with same sets and repetition. By the end of it, my muscles ached as hell. We went to the toilet to cool down. He took off his shirt lol. His upper body was built O_o. He still had fats though =p, making it a wee bit irreproportionate. Lol. My whole upper body ached. We bid each other farewell and headed different ways, to see each other tml. Looks like I found some gym buddies =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing simple stuff at home turned into pain. I lifted my empty bag for 5seconds and my left hand lost all feeling. Lol. Talk about attacking the muscle. I went to sleep early, in hopes I won't be late today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day3/today&lt;br /&gt;Which I wasn't. I wasn't late =D. I reached my Marketing tutorial on time. Ethan was being sorta of an ass though. He wanted to race me from where I just boarded to the Mrt. Messages:&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: I'm at Mac. Race you?&lt;br /&gt;Keith: I just boarded the mrt.&lt;br /&gt;E: Oh. I win :-).&lt;br /&gt;K: Lol. Ass =).&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down, with the tutor having just got there. He's a pretty nice guy. I've learnt that Marketing isn't just selling stuff =). It's a pretty good diploma to have. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for our break half an hour earlier. So I went to eat Mac's breakfast =D. Haha. Awesome. Today was the day of my poly's Club Crawl, which was a CCA fair, every cca will put on a booth of sorts and try to convince us to join.Seeing as we had an hour to spare before our next class, we went to take a look. As we walked towards our sports hall where it was held, I saw a girl in a pikachu suit. From that, I could tell the club crawl was to be epic. I promise pictures of the pikachu as soon as I can get them, which is probably tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally felt it was epic. It was hustling and bustling, and I like the atmosphere. After walking around one time, it was time for business. I looked around for the basketball booth to sign up. None in sight. After searching for a good ten minutes, having wild thoughts that it was banished like GM, I finally found it after asking around with some girls from my class whon planned to try out as well. It was in some secluded corner, with no sign whatsoever. "..." Whatever, I signed up, being the third one there. It said to state the position I played. See that I have no fixed position, I put there "Guard", which was a basic summary of what I do. the tryouts are this coming tuesday. PRAY FOR ME&gt;.&lt;. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clubs I'm thinking about joining. Guitar Club, Japanese Cultural Club, Kickboxing or Aikido. I srsly think at most I can squeeze two ccas with each other, and I'm definately sticking with basketball for all three years so ya. I can only pick one out of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had *planned* to join Student Union, but they had a non-attractive booth and no advertisers, so I had no idea what they did, and was uninterested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to sign up for Foreign Bodies, which is a hiphop dance CCA. I always had an interest in hiphop dancing, except for one major detail. I cannot dance to save my life. So that was out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading also peaked my interest. But, with my size, I'm more likely to be thrown by ppl than to throw ppl, so no. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage Arts interested me a little. But for reasons I shall not enclose =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the guitar club had a miniscule booth. But it offered me an opportunity to learn more about the guitar, and that means to me I get to learn how to play more songs, so I signed up, for the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Cultural Club was where the pikachu came from. So I ventured over to take a look. It was very interesting. They had cosplayers, and a kappa. Lol. According to thier brochure, it's for anime addicts, and the Japan-nophiles who love japan. Lol. I want to learn more about Japan, hopefully pick up a few japanese words, learn more about their culture, and hopefully, they have a field trip at the end of the year. Lol. So I signed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kickboxing was a pretty agressive display. But it impressed me nonetheless. I thought about joining a martial art all along, as then i can discipline both my body and mind. Kickboxing seemed a very exhilarating art, but it was so aggressive I'm afraid it might affect basketball. But I'm willing to go for the tryouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aikido... it's the original martial art I had planned to join. But it's held at Tanglin CC =(. I'm lazy. Lol. Aikido is roughly about the art of stopping your opponent without hurting them, involving throws and grapples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE. LET ME HEAR YOUR OPINIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had alot of performances by our school's performance clubs like stage arts, foreign bodies and the likes. But we headed down to our next class, a class I would come to love SPORTS AND GAMES. I like my tutor for that. He's an awesome lecturer, though he has this tone of voice which makes me fall asleep, even though I want to stay awake for his lectures. They were funny, and it was interesting, the way he phrased things. Sports and Games would invovle Bio ^^. I am really glad to know the subjects I learnt in secondary school will not go to waste =). It ended an hour early, and so I went back to club crawl to check out the basketballers list. When I signed up, I was the third one to sign up. When I came back, it was on the thrid page. Okay. I better step up my game. There were many guards ==" and forwards, and as I scanned the list twice... There are only two centers. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed back home soon after that. Pretty awesome first three days of school. Tml's schedule is from 9 to 4, and friday's the best of all, 8 to 12. =D. I wanted to post more about other stuff, since writing about these three days set my imagination a flowing, but I shan't . By seeing the scroll bar being reduced to a miniscule size, I think it's time to place my misadventures to a halt for the moment =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading people, really appreciate it =). I miss seeing all of you. Though everyone has moved onto different paths in life, I believe the roads we take will intersect once again, as it once has. The friendship may drift, but like a link of chains it is strong, and I trust it will not break =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-7744430958977577052?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/7744430958977577052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=7744430958977577052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7744430958977577052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7744430958977577052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-three-days-of-school-went-by-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-2551708255165357003</id><published>2009-04-19T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:02:27.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so tml's the first day of school. Friday, the second and last day of orientation was fun. And as one friend put it, the ending of the beginning. Tml's the continuation. I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day of orientation, well, it was a typical orientation. Games, Games, wet games, wash up, icebreaker games, grand finale. But that doesn't mean it wasn't fun =). I made friends, and I look forward to spending time with them for the next 3years. But for a Sports and Wellness Course, everyone wasn't especially enthusiastic =p, like we were only enthusiastic because we had to, in order to avoid awkwardness =p. Hah. But meh, it was a high enough atmosphere. What surprised me most is that there are people there who don't take sports. That's like going into nursing course with the urge to kill young animals. But meh, just goes to show, we are not your typical Sports and Wellness group =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have much things to say right now. Except what was in the first paragraph lol. I am really looking forward to tml. It's a new day, a new school life. Look forward to the new, reminisce about the old. And then, live the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're alive. Do something. The directive in life, the moral imperative was so uncomplicated. It could be expressed in single words, not complete sentences. It sounded like this: Look. Listen. Choose. Act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/27167.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=27167"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/27167.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbara Hall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-2551708255165357003?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/2551708255165357003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=2551708255165357003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2551708255165357003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/2551708255165357003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-so-tmls-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-5370954446805637036</id><published>2009-04-15T17:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:12:54.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally. Tml's the day. My first day of orientation at NYP. 6month of holiday is almost over. I'm feeling kinda excited and nervous. Excited, because tml is the start of a new journey, a new beginning. I'll get to make new friends. I'll get a chance to play basketball for NYP =). I'll get to learn new stuff. I'll get to have new baller friends. I'll have a chance to improve my well being, btoh physically and mentally. Just this, and I can't wait. Anxious because, as all humans feel, I fear. I fear tml might not go as well as I hope. I fear all my classmates are assholes/bengs/lians/sissies. Lol. But then, maybe that's just me being paranoid. After all, tml is a day to behold. I don't know what is going to happen, mentally. The activities would surely involve wet and dirty games ==". But, how would everything affect me? Would I make new friends, upon giving a good first impression, or would I be shunned? Would I be happy with my new enviroment? Would I get lost on my way there? All these questions and more might seem adverse, but at the same time, these are good things to fear. Shows how much I'd be expecting from tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today, another chapter of my life would be closed. This brings to mind the phrase "When one door closes, another opens." So yeah. Funny how we relate to our lives like a book. I still remember how I phrased my sec4 volleyball life, upon losing the final game. It felt as if I could never go back to the way it was, training together with my team mates in hopes of making it to the nationals, our final chance. When we lost, it felt as if a page was turned, signalling the end of that chapter. That's how I'm feeling now. That another book in our life has ended. Lol. People phrase their lives as one book; i phrase mine as volumes lol. My sec4 life was officially over on Nov13, the day of the final Bio paper. Stupid awkward mcq timing lol. I still remember that fleeting moment. We were told to go get our bags and leave, once the papers were checked and done. I have never felt more free than as of that moment and day. I believe some people still remember someone shouting "OLEVELS OVER!" in the exam hall that day ^^. Haha. I went home, and napped like a baby, without a care in the world. Truly, that was the best sleep of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for Olevels was another memorable volume too. Those days where we would stay until the night to study... They were fun. Everyone sharing a single goal, that is to obtain an A. Or 5 As. And everyone was working hard together for it, helping each other out. Sitting together, all our books and assessment materials out, mp3 earphones hooked to our ears. And if it were not for our music that we blasted to our ears, the whole canteen was but a silent atmosphere. And a comfortable one at that. I remember one night, almost close to the first Olevel exam, after coming back from dinner, we just forgot about studying for an hour, sat at the fitness corner and just talked. About our lives in school, about the nonsensical deeds we committed, about what would we miss most, about what we wish to do before we finally leave GM. My life in school? I can say it was a fulfilling one. Ups and downs, happiness and heartbreak. Lessons learnt and acts of morals tested. In this school, I learnt about life. I learnt about friendship. I learnt about love. Truly, the most important things we learn from school are not spent in the classroom. The nonsense we did? Singing "Stacy's mom" Acapella while going down the stairs for recess. A group of 3&lt; people singing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Stacy's mom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has got it going on, *got it going on*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's all I want, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I've waited for so long *wait a minute* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stacy can't you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're just not the girl for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I might be wrong but, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in love with Stacy's Mom!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ha. The good ole' days. I would miss this the most about my school days. Random guys, connecting to each other through a song about somebody's hot mom. haha. That, and the basketball I get to play every recess. Every recess, I get to match up against different people in our school. Those were the days =). Lol. I remember us guys put dota in our school lab's com. I think it's still there. haha. How awesome. What I want to do before leaving school, well, now's too late, init? But one thing I would like to do is to perform in a band for GM, playing stacy's mom. Muahahahahaahha. That is pretty awesome to me =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, with that moment of reminiscing over, I now turn this chapter to a close, and store this volume with all the rest, to be looked back upon one day, and maybe, at the end of my life *God bless*, I can enter this room full of books, and catch up on it. It has been a swell time. I love you all, everyone who has entered into my life =)! (On a side note, I'm not happy with the english in this post. Words escape me, and this post could be much more fulfilling as it is. But then agains, maybe it's better if it's left this way, as very much like our lives, words fail to define it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;friendship may drift apart like a link of chains, but like a link of chains, it is strong. May it never break.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keith Wong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324857670931727426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SeWx1uNmREI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WuifO69kvBg/s320/IMG_5422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324857665854207218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SeWx1bTBdPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/lCHhQ1YO620/s320/PHOT0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324857661709057538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SeWx1L2vfgI/AAAAAAAAATo/ouiZZDPinHM/s320/0006052h0oG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324857660691544290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SeWx1IEJeOI/AAAAAAAAATw/7q-bTGpUEms/s320/n590978667_1141478_2802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324857665197090738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SeWx1Y2Wp7I/AAAAAAAAAT4/LrKco7bsikw/s320/2589_62339111050_623536050_2021840_6472208_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-5370954446805637036?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/5370954446805637036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=5370954446805637036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5370954446805637036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5370954446805637036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SeWx1uNmREI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WuifO69kvBg/s72-c/IMG_5422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-7438376081259856748</id><published>2009-04-09T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:07:17.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="mine_3509423" style="FONT-SIZE: 3509423px; WORD-SPACING: 3509423px" alt="TEENAGERS" src="http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2009/2/24/128799619705771606.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids today are... they make me speechless. I only hope that the good apples in the crop can salvage them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, a wordy post should be coming up soon. Picture posts are easy, and they tickle my funny bone. But it doesn't crave my desire for words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-7438376081259856748?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/7438376081259856748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=7438376081259856748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7438376081259856748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/7438376081259856748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/04/kids-today-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-6747269069420046986</id><published>2009-04-08T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:17:54.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sdyi0W3ElPI/AAAAAAAAATg/Zmoo3-Ts3Ns/s1600-h/emptypapersack.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322307880018547954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sdyi0W3ElPI/AAAAAAAAATg/Zmoo3-Ts3Ns/s320/emptypapersack.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why cats are so awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sdyi0fWHcHI/AAAAAAAAATY/x8ECo6gH-N8/s1600-h/pout.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322307882296242290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sdyi0fWHcHI/AAAAAAAAATY/x8ECo6gH-N8/s320/pout.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why cats are so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sdyi0D2_lzI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5BPn1LfLoj0/s1600-h/fixed.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322307874917947186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sdyi0D2_lzI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5BPn1LfLoj0/s320/fixed.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The perfect puppy eyes are placed on a cat. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sdyi0Kur2wI/AAAAAAAAATI/4gqtzmNgJC0/s1600-h/dacing-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322307876762147586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sdyi0Kur2wI/AAAAAAAAATI/4gqtzmNgJC0/s320/dacing-fail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ladies. Learn to dance. For our sake. On the one hand, we men feel each others' pain. It's like a telepathic bond we share between all men, upon seeing another man being kicked in the nuts. On the other hand, the look on said man's face is so priceless, we can't help but to laugh and be in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SdyizrigNZI/AAAAAAAAATA/DP5KqMp7QCc/s1600-h/babyfairl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322307868389553554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPlsjcK6-dY/SdyizrigNZI/AAAAAAAAATA/DP5KqMp7QCc/s320/babyfairl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know which one to find more disturbing. Finding a use for a crawling baby, or finding another way to abuse foreign asian workers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-6747269069420046986?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/6747269069420046986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=6747269069420046986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/6747269069420046986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/6747269069420046986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-cats-are-so-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_HPlsjcK6-dY/Sdyi0W3ElPI/AAAAAAAAATg/Zmoo3-Ts3Ns/s72-c/emptypapersack.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17395430.post-391896952973013130</id><published>2009-04-05T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:10:07.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found a couple of my old english compositions from my sec4 year. I miss school. I miss english class. I miss writing compositions. I miss creating stories. I miss developing plots. I miss delving into the human nature of emotions. I miss discovering the different intensities, the different feelings of words. I miss how each letter would form into a word, how each word would all form sentences, how each sentence would comprise a paragraph, how each paragraph gives me a whole new world to imagine in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the stories I wrote in sec4 is almost at its peak. It being because I loved learning new words, new ways, new phrases to include in my story, and that someone was there to teach them to me. Now, I hardly write any, maybe it's cause I get no inspiration, and now that level of english that was once available to me is deteriorating. I think that if I actually thought thoroughly about what I want and what I loved to do during my sec4 year, I would still come to the conclusion that I love sports, and I love writing stories. Only difference from then and now it's that I could formally decide what I want to do as an ambition, instead of settling with one of my loves. I don't mind writing stories, being an editor for a newspaper, working for the newspaper, being an author, being an english teacher, anything that has to do with english. And I certainly do not mind being a coach, a referee, a trainer, working with the Singapore Sports Council (SSC) or overseas even. These two things are what I love to do. And I'm glad I discovered them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe now, I want to pose this question to all of you, maybe for better or for worse. What do you love? That is to say, what do you love to do? What is it in life that makes you look forward to each new day, to each moment? For me, it's stories and sports =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get a bit religious here, so if you're not interested please skip the following paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to love God. I beginning to love going to the service on saturdays, though some circumstances would prevent me from doing so. Like yesterday for instance. I could not go because I had to go shop for a friend's present. I think I'll start from friday, easier to explain. I just got a msg that we were to go shop for my friend's present after work, which was the time i would use to head to the service, so that meant I couldn't go. I was a little saddened. But I read the bible. And I somehow knew, believed that God would make a way. Which made me thought of the song from our GM song book, that we would sing in school. Ah, the good days. I digress, I decided to try if I could play it on my guitar. The last time I tried, I failed horribly. But to my surprise, I took a look at the chords, and I played it! I played God will make a way! He indeed has made a way for me, to further my belief in Him, that just believing made it so. If I may quote from the bible =p, LUKE 11:10 "For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was astonished at the discovery, a song which I had not looked at let alone practiced, I was playing with magnificent ease. Surely, that must be the power of God. I began to believe. I began to love God more. I began to have faith. Something that I denied years ago, has come back to me. Because my Father in heaven is merciful, and he is loving. Every up and down in life is part of God's great plan. His great, magnificent plan. And I'm part of it. I'm happy to say, I'm part of it. Because no matter what I do, God loves me and all he asks is that I love him in return, to believe in him, to treat him as a loved one as he treats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I digress, in the end I had prayed to make it back to church for a while, and hey, even bring my friend there just to take a look, but circumstances made it such I could not make it back in time. But then, such as one door closed, another door opened. Time management had allowed me to have time to head to church tml. I was joyous. It's been a while since I've felt that kind of simple joy, that followed some complicated happiness =). I just feel that the word joy, is simple in itself, and that feeling happiness is a complicated thing. To me, Joy is something that is felt in a short span but has a high effect, whereas happiness spans over a long while and has a lower intensity, but both are relatively good emotions to feel =). AGAIN, I digress. God indeed made a way for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I have the sin of laziness and greed. I overslept, even after I prompted Ivan to give me a wake up call. Even though I was really looking forward to it. But, behind every dark cloud is a silver lining. For one, I had the time to write all of this. I had to time to read one more book of the New Testament. I had time, to think about everything, all of this, what do I what, what do I love. I had time to discover more of God's wonders. I had time, to strengthen my resolve. I want to be a son of God, I want to spread his word. I want to spread this happiness that I've found, this I wish for my friends. I love you, Father Lord. I am looking forward to next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Never thought I would see nor predict the day I would turn to Christianity. But anyway, I want to share something about the people that made me decide to myself. Let us forget that I'm talking about Christianity for a moment, alright? The service I go to, it is a place filled with an abundance of happiness and joy. It's not a church, but a place everyone there worships God nonetheless. The men and boys there, they are both gentlemen and children, mucking around joking with each other and being kind and thoughtful to the fairer sex. The ladies and girls there, they are feminine and tomboyish at the same time. They can get with the boys and men, and they can be quiet and radiant as well. One cannot be quiet and radiant when with boys and men, and boys and men definately cannot be quiet nor radiant. Haha =D! Everyone's friendly with each other, and I detect no hostility at all. And most importantly, everyone's not afraid to be themselves. No one puts up any false fronts. No one is being who they aren't. No one is afraid to laugh, afraid to smile, afraid to pout, afraid to frown. Everyone, shows off the full spectrum of emotion with no fear of judgement. Everyone, is being themselves. These are the kind of people that I want to be, that I want to be near, that to me represents how society should be like. Loving, forgiving, friendly, and compassionate.  These are just a couple of things that I like about that place. And you know what's the best thing I like about that place? That that place, the people in it, it's all about God. The best thing I like about that place, is that it's all about and for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first step to getting the things you want out of life is this: Decide what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/25835.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=25835"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/25835.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ben Stein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our talents are the gift that God gives to us... What we make of our talents is our gift back to God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leo Buscaglia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“The best way to know God is to love many things.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vincent Van Gogh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-391896952973013130?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/391896952973013130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=391896952973013130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/391896952973013130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/391896952973013130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-found-couple-of-my-old-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-5739687426951812552</id><published>2009-04-02T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:13:22.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am awesome. Muahhahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-5739687426951812552?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/5739687426951812552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=5739687426951812552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5739687426951812552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5739687426951812552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-awesome.html' 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Haha. I just couldn't find anything of interest to write about. Well, of interest to everyone. I'm sure no one wants to read about my basketball exploits or what I think about it. Haha. And I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to 108 today to ball. After that went to dinner. Touched on a couple of topics. One interesting topic I would like to mention is, "How would you ask a father for his daughter's hand in marriage?" It came about because we were listening to Taylor Swift's Love story, from the lyrics "I talked to your dad go pick out a white dress". I asked the guys, what was their greatest fears in their life. I told them mine was asking a father for his daughter's hand in marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this because, if I was the father of a daughter, there would be no freaking' way I would just let any lad marry my daughter, and even if it was the president's son himself, I wouldn't give him an easy time. I would have to test him using various, unorthodox ways. Like, climbing up mount Everest just to receive a list of things to do before I can consider giving my daughter's hand in marriage. On that list, would be about 10 inane things for him to accomplish if he's shorter than me, 20 if he's taller. I'm awesome that way. On that list, some of the things that needs to be accomplished would be tasks with no apparent moral behind them, but mostly for my own sick pleasure and laughs. Some of them would probably be of utmost importance, but we'll touch that topic later. Hey, I need ways to test this whether this bastard is committed and loves my daughter enough. Or whether he has the strength to protect her, the security to provide her, and the ways to make her happy. On the part of the inane things, I think the most inane thing I can think of is: Run while pooping. Lolz. You read that right. Think about that level of difficulty there. Haha. One utmost important task would be: Bungee jump off a really tall cliff, and pluck a flower off the bottom of the cliff for my daughter. The number of flowers he plucks will show me his commitment and love for my daughter. I still need to find that appropriate cliff, but that can wait until I actually have a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, no father will be like that. I think. I would, but I dont think any other father would be that insane. But still, asking her father for his daughter's hand in marriage is the scariest thing to me. Because I don't know how it will go. As the father, he spent 20 odd years raising her, protecting her, nurturing her into the fine woman that she can be. If I were to ask him for her hand in marrriage, that would mean taking over those duties. Protecting her for the rest of her life, and of course loving her and making her happy till she's grey and old. That's why it's fearsome. If he's a good father, which of course he is to raise such a good daughter, he would have to make sure I'm worth it. And as a father, or rather, as a man, we know how to tell whether another man's worthy. As fathers, we would know how to break down our maybe-son-in-law. We'd be able to understand each and every of his actions with great detail. It would be like the matrix for us. Time would slow down, giving us all the time in the world to explore his every nook and cranny. We would be able to stare them into submission. Silence would be our good friend, and their worst enemy. I wouldn't know how to react to silence. I would've already said my fill, about what I'm planning for us, and hoping that he would give us his fullest support, and he would be sitting there, silently, staring me down with this intence gaze that makes me wish my fiance(?) was an orphan. When he finally breaks this silence, I'm just hoping that it would be all fine and dandy, even though the moment he breaks it will be deafening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, valuing the daughter's decision whether she would marry me is the most important one of course. But I think asking for her father's hand in marriage is still the first step. If I were to do it the other way round, that is to say proposing then asking the father, and he says no, and even with all the love and commitment in the world he refuses to give away his daughter, and we end up eloping to another country, it wouldn't feel right. I would spend every ounce of willpower and strength I have to convince him that his daughter is in good hands. But then, sometimes I think I think too much =). Back in the olden days, asking for a daughter's hand in marriage is as simple as offering a dowry to a family =D. Like, giving the father a goat or cow or two =p. Haha. I'm joking of course. But makes one marvel at the pace society has advanced morally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends, we actually explored humorous and logical ways a father would test you. Like, asking you to head to a beach at sunrise, and having a judo/taekwondo/karate showdown for his daughter's hand in marriage. Then of course, being a hopeless idiot in love, you battle him to your wits end, until sometime during the sunset both of you fall to fatigue, and land in a thump onto the soft sand, with your gasps of breath and the slow sound of the waves sweeping the beach in the background. Again, the father will break the silence, saying you did well, and &lt;em&gt;offers &lt;/em&gt;his daughter's hand in marriage to you. Haha. Seems abit awesome once one imagines it. We even switched the situations, like it can be also a 1on1 basketball match to 21points, an armwrestling match, an eating competition, the likes. Haha! Our imagination knows no bounds =D. To me, asking a father for his daughter's hand in marriage is a milestone, a man-to-man moment. In a way, it's a measure of who can best protect and make this girl happy. And as men, lover and father respectively, there is no way we would lose to the other in that aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it may feel like I'm writing about a girl as a thing, an item, something to be won, but I'm afraid it's just the way things are. In a way, you girls are doing it too =p. Haha. So called, "branding" your man to tell other girls to step off, he's mine. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I left out on a couple of points, but well it's to be expected. It's not exactly fresh in my mind anymore, although I have thought about how I would write it on the way home. And I still feel I left out on some points. Oh well. May this topic be food for thought =). I was trying to write an inane paragraph, another touching upon a more serious note, and another about how I feel it would go down for me. But I feel I left some important note out, and that the paragraphs are mixed ==". Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something for a challenge. There are many songs named after a girl. Mary-Jane, Billie-Jean, Jenny, Delilah, Cecilia, Rosanna, Roxanne, Michelle, Angie, Alison, Sara, Brandy, Mandy, Gloria, Jessica, Barbara, Ann, Layla, Lola, Paola, Tracy, Stacy.... Lol. It goes one. But I dare you, to find a song named after a GUY. And it has to be sung by a female artiste. Apparently, there's a song named Vincent, but it's sung by a guy O_o. Hey, we men appreciate romantic gestures too =(. Haha. Teardrops on myguitar doesnt count, the title of the song has to be named after a guy. And no, Bob the builder does not count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The times in our lives in which we feel that we have the least power are actually the times when we have the most. Those are the times in which we affirm or redefine who we are, what we believe, and make choices that can impact ourselves and those we encounter for a lifetime. ”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gail Pursell Elliott&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-5693626126199866653?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/5693626126199866653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=5693626126199866653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5693626126199866653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/5693626126199866653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/03/12-days-since-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-1493233343678283257</id><published>2009-03-10T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:16:11.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Intense and Courageous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyourinitialssayaboutyouquiz/k.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Are Comfortable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are bold and dramatic. You have confidence in yourself, and that's enough to get you through anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People see you as capable and goal oriented. You have your eye on the prize, and others admire that about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Are At Your Best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unique and interesting. You are fascinated by the world, and you're always experimenting with new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People see you as mysterious and enchanting. You don't realize how much people are drawn to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Are in a Social Setting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cutting edge, offbeat, and even a little weird. You are fascinated with trends and technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People see you as a bit strange. They're not sure what they should expect of you. You are definitely apt to do your own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourinitialssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Initials Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-1493233343678283257?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/1493233343678283257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=1493233343678283257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1493233343678283257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/1493233343678283257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-intense-and-courageous-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-17395430.post-8208711627252316431</id><published>2009-03-09T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:21:07.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. What luck. I snapped my guitar string yesterday. No problem, so I went out today to buy new ones. When I got home, I tried to tune it and the exact same string snapped. Glorious day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17395430-8208711627252316431?l=kythywong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/feeds/8208711627252316431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17395430&amp;postID=8208711627252316431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8208711627252316431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17395430/posts/default/8208711627252316431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kythywong.blogspot.com/2009/03/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Keith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10058588380517209231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
