<?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-6177078</id><updated>2011-11-16T00:19:07.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::days of my life//*</title><subtitle type='html'>nitty gritty stuff abt my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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you face to faceto hold your hand and feel your warm embracebut i know that you'll be happy for eternity'cos now you see Him face to faceand i knowHis hands you are holdingHis </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/2684744660300674167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=2684744660300674167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2684744660300674167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2684744660300674167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2011/11/face-to-face.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-2460133489066881454</id><published>2011-06-15T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T13:57:49.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss you very very much.only You can heal my broken heart and fill the void within.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/2460133489066881454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=2460133489066881454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2460133489066881454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2460133489066881454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-7530266007544982070</id><published>2011-05-25T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T09:52:14.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>praisepraise the Lord for her smiling eyesthat glitter like stars in the night skypraise the Lord for her listening earsthat hears every trouble and every fearpraise the Lord for her bright smileand laughter so loud it can bring the house downpraise the Lord for her working handsthat has toiled hard for our gainthat cooks what tastes like the best on earththat reassures our every worthpraise the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/7530266007544982070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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for..healthfamilyfoodfriendsthe weatherfinancesabundance.all i have needed Thy hand hath providedgreat is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto Thee.i am grateful indeed(:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/5367277455795325097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=5367277455795325097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5367277455795325097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5367277455795325097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2011/02/greatitude.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-6192096550052093567</id><published>2010-11-13T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T00:47:41.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>第一次。我一直都很想以华语来表达我的思想。而现在， 因为我试着用华语写出这些词汇，已经能够显出我和华语的距离。i took about 5 mins to type out the sentence above. mainly because i had to type in hanyu pinyin and that takes up quite a bit of time as i would have to check the correct words and all. partly because i havent installed the software/app that allows me to hand-write chinese characters on my trackpad. that would be brilliant, i must say. as i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/6192096550052093567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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said i would attempt to post in chinese. but then the noob hasnt figured out how to write chinese on the macbook so yes when i have the time for it I WILL FIND OUT. discovery journey. haha.but for now, this site remains a place where i express 'freely'. had GUTS chillout at BH yesterday and i must say that it was fantastic. despite the '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/2172430147288844482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=2172430147288844482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2172430147288844482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2172430147288844482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2010/10/rejoice-i-vaguely-remember-in-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-111501303750634329</id><published>2010-09-23T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T10:57:44.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a quick one.it feels like a long time since i've written anything decent. i'm now in the mood for it actually but time does not permit. getting caught up with several things at one go. but i'm not complaining, at least i think i'm not. maybe i shall attempt to post a draft in chinese. haha havent used the language in writing for ages. i kind of miss writing in chinese. ah till next time then. God</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/111501303750634329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=111501303750634329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/111501303750634329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/111501303750634329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2010/09/quick-one.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-2269995436520825135</id><published>2010-08-12T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:06:49.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from acknowledgement to allegiance.somehow, Ps73:25-26 struck a chord within me as i meditated on it last night. there is assurance, there is comfort and there is hope. what else do we need besides the Giver of these things?God is the strength of my heartand my portionforever.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/2269995436520825135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=2269995436520825135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-92483716194199279</id><published>2010-07-14T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T13:41:16.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>flashback.i went back to nanyang yesterday to visit coach and mr loo. the team has shrunk significantly, at least for the girls' team. sad to say, there's only one girl left after the j2s stepped down. i guess we've never reached pit bottom before in terms of numbers. hence i felt quite sad that the number has reduced to one.however there was also this sense of joy as i watched them train. the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/92483716194199279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=92483716194199279' 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programmes and happenings. met the girls at poolside yesterday and we caught some filming in action. dai yang tian and felicia chin in the upcoming swimming show i think. quite funny at how we sneek peek at the scenes and all the NGs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/6608859970302415246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=6608859970302415246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/6608859970302415246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/6608859970302415246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2010/07/100-days-of-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-918262569705079451</id><published>2010-06-02T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:13:30.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when the things on earth grow strangely dim.death is inevitable. it's a common fact but yet people choose to avoid talking about it. i always wonder why. perhaps it's the insecurity in facing death/life after death. death marks the end of one's life on earth. well, why do we always hold back? why is death a scary thought? what would be something that's worth living for?with each passing day, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/918262569705079451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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right now, my heart really goes out. especially after hearing steph share about what's happening in chiangmai and how it's indirectly affecting her. i find myself asking "does my heart share the same burden?"禱告，因為我渺小；禱告，因為我知道我需要明暸，你心意對我重要。禱告，已假裝不了；禱告，因為你的愛我需要；你關懷，我走過的你都明白。有些事我只想要對你說，因你比任何人都愛我；痛苦從眼中流下，我知道你為我擦。在早晨我也要來對你說，主耶穌今天我為你活；所需要的力量你天天賜給我，你恩典夠我用。i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/7516054278686817454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=7516054278686817454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/7516054278686817454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/7516054278686817454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2010/05/burdened.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-50999545149717081</id><published>2010-05-14T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:57:01.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>urges and restraints.whenever i read about the exciting things that are happening to friends who are out in the mission field overseas, there is always the urge to join them in the work. even a simple PSS letter brings much joy and excitement as i read about the way God is working in the different ministries and places. however i must know the difference between an urge and a divine call. to act </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-6199590101634958937</id><published>2010-05-11T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:27:42.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>acsintl.pies&amp;puffs.hollandv.HORFUN.soccerpub.home.it's been a long day.so i look to You.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/6199590101634958937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=6199590101634958937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/6199590101634958937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/6199590101634958937'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/8746210245168717453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=8746210245168717453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8746210245168717453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8746210245168717453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2010/05/unfinished-race.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-1100705623575981288</id><published>2010-05-01T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:57:58.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>willow in the windhere in the quiet of this holy roomYou touch me like a rose and watch me bloomLord You know me,now just show me what You willi want to see exactly what You seeand be just who i was designed to bei'm so sure now that i'm Yours nowmake me what You willlike a willow in the wind, bend melike a treasure in Your hand, spend meLord, You're in meand i'm just like a letter signed with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/1100705623575981288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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get my key, etc etc etc.honestly, turning 21 feels the same as turning 20, or any other age in recent years. i feel like a mellow cello now. not that i look like one which i hope not but yeah just to make it rhyme. it doesnt feel grossly different. i dont feel like i've suddenly grown up. but i just lament at the fact that with every year passing, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/5475566872825619592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=5475566872825619592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5475566872825619592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5475566872825619592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-1595728398912323423</id><published>2010-03-23T20:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T20:56:35.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been a while. busy busy busy! but i had a good laugh after the disgusting biopsych paper today. feels funny to be home at this hour. usually i'll still be on the bus at this time. man, i miss drama practices. funny bunch. baik sekali. and cantik istri saya. great day today. terima kasih Tuhan. (:and love will see us through.so i look to You.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/1595728398912323423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=1595728398912323423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/1595728398912323423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/1595728398912323423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-8823459304560528297</id><published>2010-02-16T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:51:14.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>reflexions. i love the beauty of the language.brilliant article. You turn ashes into beauty.The Final WordPsychologists use the term "cognitive dissonance" to describe the bothered, sometimes pained, state of mind that occurs when new evidence conflicts with a current belief or outlook. When such dissonance occurs, resolution is arrived at by discarding the new evidence, discarding the belief </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/8823459304560528297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=8823459304560528297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8823459304560528297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8823459304560528297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2010/02/reflexions.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-2277735034495037948</id><published>2010-01-26T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:30:25.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>walk by faith-jeremy campWill I believe you when you say Your hand will guide my every way Will I receive the words You say Every moment of every day Well I will walk by faith Even when I cannot see because this broken road Prepares Your will for me Help me to rid my endless fears You've been so faithful for all my years With the one breath You make me new Your grace covers all I do eat,pray,love.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/2277735034495037948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=2277735034495037948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2277735034495037948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2277735034495037948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2010/01/walk-by-faith-jeremy-camp-will-i.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-8486005457815160238</id><published>2010-01-25T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:10:40.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>utterly disappointed.winnie goes through battles everyday. and when she stands at the frontline, she wonders who will be the one next to her.be Thou my vision.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/8486005457815160238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=8486005457815160238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8486005457815160238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8486005457815160238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2010/01/utterly-disappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-541186514070212339</id><published>2010-01-04T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:22:09.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2010.be thou my vision, oh Lord of my heartnaught be all else to me, save that thou artthou my best thought, by day or by nightwaking or sleeping, thy presence my light.the answer-corrinne mayi believe you are the answer to every tear i've criedi believe that You are with me, my rising and my lightgive me strength when i am wearygive me hope when i cant seethrough the crosses i must carry, Lord </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/541186514070212339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=541186514070212339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/541186514070212339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/541186514070212339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-8888494977121459555</id><published>2009-12-15T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:41:14.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as morning dawns and evening fades.day by day, january draws neari pray oh Lord that You'll take away the fearof jabs and needles, of discomfort and painto fix our eyes on the day You gavethe life You lived, it seemed like a losswhen you breathed Your last, upon that crossbut what gain it is, to mankind so dearto know the God who has drawn nearthus i pray for faith that lastsin You oh Lord, in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/8888494977121459555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=8888494977121459555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8888494977121459555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8888494977121459555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-morning-dawns-and-evening-fades.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-3225635272173191519</id><published>2009-12-09T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:34:34.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>then and now.i realised i have this multishot series of photos taken at youthcamp07 and it looks quite good albeit its title. i miss those times. innocence wouldnt fit its description but still it was pure enough. we need a culture revolution. and it's worth fighting for.and now, the past that hasnt relinquished the present. outward change is seen, but the inward strengthening of faith, love and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/3225635272173191519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=3225635272173191519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/3225635272173191519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/3225635272173191519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/12/then-and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GIqvsZAYB5M/Sx_Rerj3_4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/R8Um9FMm0Kw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-5273096955265865257</id><published>2009-11-30T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:26:39.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i rejoice with much thanksgiving. and i will rejoice. 'tis so sweet to trust in Jesus.God of my days-GatewayYou awaken my heartFrom slumberingMeet me in mourningAnd you speak to my griefYou're the light in my darknessThe delight of my eyesThe hope of the daybreakWhen the sun's slow to riseI trust that every moment's in your handsYou're the God of my daysThe King of my nightsLord of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/5273096955265865257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=5273096955265865257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5273096955265865257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5273096955265865257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-rejoice-with-much-thanksgiving.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-9051037940392578849</id><published>2009-11-02T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:55:57.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>introspection.i have to admit, i have a problem with questionnaires. not that i dont answer them truthfully, i do. but as a matter of fact, i struggle with the options provided. some of my answers might become outliers when the experimenter does a scatter plot but so be it. my reasonings are different from the layman's point of view. where do i draw the line? do i keep my christian perspectives </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/9051037940392578849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=9051037940392578849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/9051037940392578849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/9051037940392578849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/11/introspection.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-8075020308354118538</id><published>2009-10-26T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:50:41.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man oh man oh man oh man.i ran all the way from kent ridge to arts just to submit the report that shouldnt have been rushed in the first place. i hate last minute work. woke up earlier than i planned to cos the phone rang and i had to help with the report. rawrrrrrrrrr. i was annoyed to find it still unfinished by 1630 when the deadline's 1700. super chiong. over the hills and far away. the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/8075020308354118538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=8075020308354118538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8075020308354118538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8075020308354118538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/10/man-oh-man-oh-man-oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-5927601054425278398</id><published>2009-10-22T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:15:04.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in silence and solitudeit's been a real rough day. thanks so much eunice. i'll never forget that call. (:and yes to fantabulous lois, thanks for your call too. (:help me fight this fight of faith.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/5927601054425278398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=5927601054425278398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5927601054425278398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5927601054425278398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-silence-and-solitude-its-been-real.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-4213967016050107591</id><published>2009-10-21T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:42:17.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>silence and solitude.it's been a great retreat. the week's been like a roller-coaster ride. but it's been a learning journey of trust and faith. God has been faithful and i trust He always will be. i'm thankful for all the prayers and concern. thanks for all the love, guys. (: contrition. uncles can lead you astray. haha.'tis the season that is busy, rah rah rah rah rah rahh rahh rahh argh.aku </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/4213967016050107591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=4213967016050107591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4213967016050107591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4213967016050107591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/10/silence-and-solitude.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-3373999532203737502</id><published>2009-10-10T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:14:50.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>distractions.i wrote a note on all the things i should complete by sunday. it's something i seldom do 'cos usually i just remember them or just do them as time passes. BUT there's so much to do and the deadlines are near :| so i got to get down to doing them. i'll always remember october as the month of deadlines. seriously, i still have a problem between datelines and deadlines. i prefer the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/3373999532203737502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=3373999532203737502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/3373999532203737502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/3373999532203737502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/10/distractions.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-553556707628302095</id><published>2009-10-02T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:08:23.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PRISCILLA AHN. (: she's sooooooo good, i tell you. joshuaaaaaaa, i now know what you mean. priscilla ahn!! and i was so disappointed when her album was not in stock. ):the girls can drive you crazy and sometimes, you dont know whether to laugh or to cry. sometimes you'll feel like strangling them and other times, you'll feel like killing yourself. but i love them all. (: they make me wonder if i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/553556707628302095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=553556707628302095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/553556707628302095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/553556707628302095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/10/priscilla-ahn.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-982803322141867566</id><published>2009-09-24T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:06:16.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to love them the way you love us too.for a heart to be wrenched, it must first be soaked. that's what i think.i miss writing songs.More-Averil Leongset me aparthere's my hearti'll honour You, worship Youhumbly i prayYour will, Your wayi'll honour You, worship Youmore than words, let my life speakmore than songs, let my soul singowner of the air that i breatheas i inhale each breath, may i exhale </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/982803322141867566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=982803322141867566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/982803322141867566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/982803322141867566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-love-them-way-you-love-us-too.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-8639938789845833612</id><published>2009-09-18T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:52:14.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>where joy and sorrow are just a level apart.i miss attending peg. told mr d about it and come to think of it, God really does work in amazing ways. had a long chat with evie at poolside yesterday and i can only give thanks for it. (: one of the few times where i didnt get owned haha. big bully.'tis the season of departures. ): seeing friends leave one after another. like seeriously. i always see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/8639938789845833612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=8639938789845833612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8639938789845833612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8639938789845833612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-joy-and-sorrow-are-just-level.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-3593324559870946877</id><published>2009-09-11T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:21:21.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love will keep us alive and the pain keeps me awake.early mornings and late nights. i'm still making up for the sleep loss. heh.are you feeling the struggles of life, the mundane-ness of it all?are you searching for meaning and looking for more to life?The Invitation - Steven Curtis ChapmanIn the palace in the land of mercythe King looked out from His throneHe saw the sick and the homeless and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/3593324559870946877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=3593324559870946877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/3593324559870946877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/3593324559870946877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-will-keep-us-alive-and-pain-keeps.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-4951118587002149386</id><published>2009-08-30T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:10:05.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>strangely warmed.aku mau cinta Yesus selamanya. what a privilege. though i understood only parts of the song, my heart felt strangely warmed. as they took their seats, i saw the tears that flowed. aku mau cinta Yesus selamanya. i can never say it enough.learnt this song during area meeting. the lyrics speak for itself. By Grace Aloneevery promise we can makeevery prayer and step of faithevery </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/4951118587002149386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=4951118587002149386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4951118587002149386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4951118587002149386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/08/strangely-warmed.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-2316928055299383654</id><published>2009-08-26T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:43:35.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>beef noodles and teh limau (:gonna start on my first session of rp on fri. hope it wont be boring. haha. but there's really much to give thanks for. puji Tuhan!clean and lokey, yesterday afternoon was simply awesome. seriously, we should do more of this stuff. haha. we can try incorporating food tour with studies. it was great (:for now, it's time to hit the sack.Gembalaku itu Tuhanku.so i look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/2316928055299383654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=2316928055299383654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2316928055299383654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2316928055299383654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/08/beef-noodles-and-teh-limau-gonna-start.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-6712312050125872491</id><published>2009-08-21T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:34:24.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>like seeeeeeeriously.174. how everything fits, i dont understand. but i know in all things, God has His hand.God is the God of provision;in Him, i'll trustGod is the God of surprises;in Him, i'm amazedGod is the God of love;in Him, i learn to demonstrate compassionGod is the God of all lives;in Him, i love.so i look to You.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/6712312050125872491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=6712312050125872491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/6712312050125872491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/6712312050125872491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-seeeeeeeriously.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-90629886134636530</id><published>2009-08-17T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:43:46.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>castles made of sand. i guess i'm settling down for now. thank God that i managed to get all the tutorials that i balloted for. i was quite wow when i saw the mail. and it's been a day of much thanksgiving. i know i am loved by the Kingand it makes my heart want to sing. (:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/90629886134636530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=90629886134636530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/90629886134636530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/90629886134636530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/08/castles-made-of-sand.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-2156539151410658010</id><published>2009-08-07T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:34:07.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>祷告，因为我渺小； 祷告，因为我知道我需要明了，你心意对我重要。 祷告，已假装不了； 祷告，因为你的爱我需要； 你关怀，我走过的你都明白。 有些事我只想要对你说，因你比任何人都爱我； 痛苦从眼中流下，我知道你为我擦。 在早晨我也要来对你说，主耶稣今天我为你活； 所需要的力量你天天赐给我，你恩典够我用。so i look to you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/2156539151410658010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=2156539151410658010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2156539151410658010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2156539151410658010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-i-look-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-5218370202913632129</id><published>2009-07-22T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:14:21.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>crazy things that love makes you do.it's been a heartful load of events and happenings recently. hence the heavy heart. heh. psych camp was quite psychotic in how the seniors can act darn well and i really applaud their madness, literally. they bring the definition of insanity to a whole new level. so infectious that 2 of my groupmates caught the waves of DID. incredible stuff.vcfcamp was more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/5218370202913632129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=5218370202913632129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5218370202913632129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5218370202913632129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/07/crazy-things-that-love-makes-you-do.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-2637567266416684633</id><published>2009-06-29T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:21:23.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>self quarantine.the quarantine's good in a way, apart from the boredom that may result. it gives me time to prepare and plan stuff and hopefully do some reading. the irregular hours of sleep have set in. even without the quarantine, i doubt i'll find myself anywhere else.the mission trip was tiring but rewarding. we had quite a hectic schedule that kept us busy from morning till evening. then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/2637567266416684633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=2637567266416684633' 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you say or doi'm only just beginningto see the real youromance and all its strategyleaves me battling with my pridebut through the insecuritysome tenderness survivesi'm just another writerstill trapped within my trutha hesitant prize </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/5209464367265256614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=5209464367265256614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5209464367265256614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5209464367265256614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/06/whimsical-fancies.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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days ahead are getting exciting. to love and to hold. (:i pray i'll be ready for school. it's been such a long while since i've touched anything related to studies except for clearing my stacks of notes which are probably more than sufficient to give me warmth if i set them aflame on a cold winter night. i think my writing's getting worse. i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/5758359410810441706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=5758359410810441706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5758359410810441706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5758359410810441706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-you-listen-to-rhythm-of-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-1492881463104963110</id><published>2009-05-08T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:05:46.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grace like rain.i just read a friend's written article on his views on a recent hot topic. through much reading and research on my own, there are also certain views that i hold towards certain issues. there is always much that we can comment and talk about on issues pertaining to society or those that are close to heart/home. especially when it's in conflict with our values and the absolute truth</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-71256000803372505</id><published>2009-05-08T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:31:21.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>selamat siang.i cant find my il divo cd. bought josh groban's cd the other day. experiencing a change in genres. the current one's probably something not many will appreciate.our bahasa class's growing in size. had to chiong down after peg yesterday cos peg ended so late. 2 studies in a row. attending hc peg brings me back to jc days. especially when the colour of the uniforms are so similar haha</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/71256000803372505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=71256000803372505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/71256000803372505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/71256000803372505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/05/selamat-siang.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-98314258333662779</id><published>2009-05-04T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:13:56.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love many many.the past week's been quite mad. i got to find time to sit down and do some planning and preparation for stuff. teengames frisbee was whoa hot. think few escaped getting a tan. haha. but it was great action, no doubt. my cj team called themselves strawberry cheesecake. and it came from aaron. haha. left for jp after half-time special on sat to do street publicity for playmax. the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/98314258333662779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=98314258333662779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/98314258333662779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/98314258333662779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-many-many.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-4794599835241919020</id><published>2009-04-22T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:16:22.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>off.i now know why paperwork's a bummer. things are getting busy. monday was totally crammed man. all the way from that abrupt waking moment till the moment i crashed. but the whole experience was pretty cool. i like the p2s. (:and now for some publicity.        The deal (for every 4 diners)The meal would consist of:· 2 portions of Appetizer for the 4 diners.· 1 Cream of Mushroom Soup per diner.·</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/4794599835241919020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=4794599835241919020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4794599835241919020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4794599835241919020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/04/off.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GIqvsZAYB5M/Se6KPsFbUII/AAAAAAAAAWI/tboO6e5lGkg/s72-c/3379182752_586fb2e9f9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-389944954158781948</id><published>2009-04-14T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:09:33.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>incoherent thoughts.simei ite school tour tomorrow. exciting stuff.discouraged. a dose of something soothing please.fatigue dresses me up like a dollcloaked in weariness i seem so tallthe job is fun, no doubt indeedbut when service's a duty, i dare not sitrubbish. failed attempt.i'm getting weary. day two's not good at all. and it's only day two.met one group of girls before they started sch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/389944954158781948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=389944954158781948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/389944954158781948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/389944954158781948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/04/incoherent-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-394673744632490136</id><published>2009-04-08T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:29:30.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the days of old gone byi was clearing my bookshelf of notes and stuff that seemed so priceless then and i came across this sheet of doodles and nonsense. proudly done by james, bre, john, josh, fongrace and me. haha. it was dated 2004 man. i had a good time going through every detail like how josh's teacher pronounces nonsense as na-ansense. hahaha. oh man, all those doodles and rubbish that we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/394673744632490136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=394673744632490136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/394673744632490136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/394673744632490136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/04/days-of-old-gone-by-i-was-clearing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-4807764889449542560</id><published>2009-03-25T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:15:21.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>       it's right here.i'm seriously having the time of my life now. doing the things i love, having the time to arrange lunch dates and meet-ups etc. little stones that can make up a rock. i'm thankful.sunday would always be a day someone i know will remember. in fact, i think i will too. but what saddens me most is that she isnt saved. not even a glimpse of what heaven is like. the urgency of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/4807764889449542560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=4807764889449542560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4807764889449542560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4807764889449542560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-right-here.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GIqvsZAYB5M/Scnylwh3NdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/szB7nVI9bGo/s72-c/22022009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-5372128781604927948</id><published>2009-03-19T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:45:00.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>       what a week. strained my ankle while playing soccer today. got hooked by the opponent. there were a couple of really rough teams and it wasnt exactly fun playing with them. but oh well. at least the gospel was shared. all the elbowing, pushing and stepping. i'm so glad i play badminton. non-contact sport. no one to blame for your injuries. haha. maybe that's why i love tchoukball too. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/5372128781604927948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=5372128781604927948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5372128781604927948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5372128781604927948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-week.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GIqvsZAYB5M/ScI51KreTNI/AAAAAAAAAV4/oA-7Lr-MR-g/s72-c/DSCN6476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-2574108507723819308</id><published>2009-03-10T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:00:24.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>experiencia.i'm about to be jobless. haha. anyway, it's not really a job to begin with. the projectserve term may be ending real soon, but the work doesnt. (: the harvest is still plentiful. mission trip was great. really love the kids there although there are some mischievous ones. i think it's time to create an online photo account. haha. we took so many pictures!upon arrival, we went grocery </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/2574108507723819308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=2574108507723819308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2574108507723819308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2574108507723819308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/03/experiencia.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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pictures and decided to post them. gave us quite a good laugh. haha. garage was awesome. kudos to the performing arts ministry man. the band was great, the singing was captivating and the sharing by marcus just wraps it all up. i'm so glad that i was there. wouldnt want to be anywhere else at that moment. not even at fusion. for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/5043578434284014229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=5043578434284014229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5043578434284014229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5043578434284014229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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secret garden on sat to have dessert. the stuff there is whoppingly good. i think the vanilla ice cream would be by far, the nicest one i ever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/5943931771351426934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=5943931771351426934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5943931771351426934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5943931771351426934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/02/evoked.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-5716878221216219779</id><published>2009-01-24T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:53:38.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  sarah. my source of entertainment.                project groupies. results day for O leavers. we were nice enough to support them by wearing our uniforms with them. haha. from left: trina, cassandra, genevive, wendy, si'en, joanna.      indescribable. the past 3 weeks have been that way. now that the O leavers are gone, the office's gonna be a lot quieter. haha. woc's a fun place. helped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/5716878221216219779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=5716878221216219779' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1730today's the first day i reach home so early since work started. mainly because we were in amk and went to the amk office. haha. yayness. the project's started and things are starting to move. my group members are crazy. trina got high on teh peng after lunch yesterday. haha. but the drink's really good. plus the good food around. haha. everyone gets excited when lunchtime draws near. nanyang </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/8729823624389255956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=8729823624389255956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8729823624389255956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8729823624389255956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/01/1730-todays-first-day-i-reach-home-so.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-4057607094691569190</id><published>2009-01-04T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:44:58.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the narrow road.2008 had a great end to it. meeting up with the 'coolies' and hanging out together, chilling in church playing the da vinci version of jungle speed and welcoming 2009 with friends so dear. there's no other way i would have wanted to spend the last moments of the year. (:and yes, work has started. it's been an incredible experience so far and i'm sure it'll be one such journey too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/4057607094691569190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=4057607094691569190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4057607094691569190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4057607094691569190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2009/01/narrow-road.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-3296447570757467164</id><published>2008-12-25T17:36:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:12:47.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nippon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/3296447570757467164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=3296447570757467164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/3296447570757467164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/3296447570757467164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/12/nippon.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GIqvsZAYB5M/SVOhfpoZi3I/AAAAAAAAAU4/NxJ_k829fg0/s72-c/IMG_1623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-2905828723571024123</id><published>2008-12-24T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:45:39.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>phew.it's been a real busy period. japan was cool, not just the weather. it's been a great holiday touring places and being a kid again. fooled around in the snow for quite a while and made emo videos. haha. it's the bro's fault. changed hotels every night so we got to experience different environments. coolios.cic was breath-taking. didnt have time to pause for a drink man. we just kept scooping</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/2905828723571024123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=2905828723571024123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2905828723571024123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2905828723571024123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/12/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-6801816460016408822</id><published>2008-12-10T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:08:12.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>before i forget.i'll probably stay away from mayo for quite a while. swallowing a gulp of mayo all at once was quite ugh. gosh i felt its effects for the whole day. plus the chye sim or whatever it was that tasted like pickles 'cos of its acidity. double ugh. haha then grace and i talked about its calories and fat after that. we work well, dont we grace? hahaha the only female group leaders. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/6801816460016408822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=6801816460016408822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/6801816460016408822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/6801816460016408822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-i-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-7295293432657445213</id><published>2008-12-05T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:35:34.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>prim and pro(m)per.prom was pretty whacky. all the beautiful people who still are as funny as ever. was going up the escalator when elvina shouted my name. haha tchoukball pal. photos are all over with different people and the cam's in for servicing so photos will have to wait. especially those whose pictures are with me ahha. post prom was quite a drainer with the super long queue so we ended up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/7295293432657445213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=7295293432657445213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/7295293432657445213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/7295293432657445213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/12/prim-and-promper.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-1930121706785030962</id><published>2008-12-03T10:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:04:45.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>liberated.now that studying has come to a standstill and yet another year coming to an end, reflections are done more often than not. it's been a tough year, i must say. all the pressure especially with exams every now and then, tests that seem like assignments 'cos they happen so frequently, the ups and downs of school life, cca commitments, the times when i wanted to give up studying when it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/1930121706785030962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=1930121706785030962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/1930121706785030962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/1930121706785030962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/12/liberated.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-4633946578630528068</id><published>2008-11-26T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:35:04.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>praxis.the past 3 days have been the time of my life since A's. amazing people, amazing activities, amazing company, amazing God.50 push-ups, 90 sit-ups, 100 jumping jacks. lots of walking. some searching. i woke up aching the next day.declarations of love. farewell speeches. lame acting. dramatic responses. childhood games with the sec 2s. dorm games. i wanna find the pig game haha.oh man wl! my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/4633946578630528068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=4633946578630528068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4633946578630528068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4633946578630528068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/11/praxis.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-4069921849486037409</id><published>2008-11-18T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:15:50.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M READY TO SOAR. (:much has passed, more will come.thanks for all the prayers and love, friends. your prayers made the difference. (:and thank You, the one who made it all possible. (:camp praxisgatheringspromyouth campjapanchristmasprojectservelike what mr d says, enthusiasm. something i embrace but at the same time, it scares me.so i look to You.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/4069921849486037409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=4069921849486037409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4069921849486037409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4069921849486037409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-ready-to-soar.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GIqvsZAYB5M/SSLZAyyOjfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/V8_PAuevAME/s72-c/0510090213281leap_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-4449385576843211389</id><published>2008-10-29T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:05:17.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how do eww do.essential for life. thanks for the deepavali greeting. it sure came in handy, especially with all the smilies. haha. and the band aid. and the leaf. and the stuff only you will know. ;) haha.the 30 min call. so far but yet so near. i'm sure glad some things dont change. (:somewhere between the hot and the coldsomewhere between the new and the oldsomewhere between who I am and who I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/4449385576843211389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=4449385576843211389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4449385576843211389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4449385576843211389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-do-eww-do.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-6622577980260251879</id><published>2008-10-23T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:21:22.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as morning dawns and evening fades,You inspire songs of praise.       as the days get nearer, the excitement level increases. ahha. but then again, excitement can turn into fear when you see the varying outcomes that can possibly happen. make it or break it.so i pray i'll press on.help me fight this fight of faith.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/6622577980260251879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=6622577980260251879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/6622577980260251879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/6622577980260251879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-morning-dawns-and-evening-fades-you.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GIqvsZAYB5M/SQCVDCzThWI/AAAAAAAAALs/0LHx2hCpFSI/s72-c/sunrise5_470x353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-8529184749430527264</id><published>2008-10-20T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:05:18.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hallowinn.            God is the God of provision;in Him, i'll trust. God is the God of surprises;in Him, i'm amazed. God is the God of love;in Him, i learn to demonstrate compassion. God is the God of all lives;in Him, i love. (:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/8529184749430527264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=8529184749430527264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8529184749430527264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8529184749430527264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/10/hallowinn.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GIqvsZAYB5M/SPxWcJNpz6I/AAAAAAAAALk/ox8hr_ZdCNY/s72-c/bxp56744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-5398633203395012134</id><published>2008-10-17T18:33:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:28:43.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when the present becomes past tense.i can tell a story with the next few pictures. haha.a photo with the guys.just when they think they can look down on me,reality strikes them. ahhaha.upset, they rather play with themselves than to take a photo with me.and guess what happens when i'm not looking?the rising star. hahaha. dian. trying her skill at photography.i decided to get help. haha if only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/5398633203395012134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=5398633203395012134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5398633203395012134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5398633203395012134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-present-becomes-past-tense.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GIqvsZAYB5M/SPiQKcThHLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Bv11FAn29mg/s72-c/DSCN6447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-923447834687813052</id><published>2008-10-05T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:46:09.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seasons of Love - RentFive hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear.Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutesHow do you measure, measure a year?In daylights, in sunsets,in midnights, in cups of coffeeIn inches, in miles,in laughter, in strife.In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutesHow do you measure a year in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/923447834687813052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=923447834687813052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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lopsided 'cos james took it that way with his phone and i bluetooth-ed it from him. heh. went to uncle samuel's house on sat and played some iq puzzle with daniel. it's darn funny. uncle sam started me with some beginner </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/3187404211437693196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=3187404211437693196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/3187404211437693196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/3187404211437693196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/09/vroom-vroom.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_GIqvsZAYB5M/SN-btw4x6xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/K-5JuVyCfOY/s72-c/DSC01253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-7902586431473053722</id><published>2008-09-18T10:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:27:09.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seize the moment.i was just thinking about this the other day. there are quite a lot of stuff that i wish/have to do after A's. some of them i havent started since O's haha. the past week has been quite a challenge and the near future will be too. i pray i'll press on.i wannado volunteer workknow a play specialist and find out morescuba divetour the worlddo more recordingsfollow a social worker </summary><link rel='replies' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GIqvsZAYB5M/SNHIr5utu3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/_nSE_oQhk_Q/s72-c/0612060205191think_big_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-2351497462289186380</id><published>2008-09-07T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:38:53.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>clutter.that describes the state of my table now haha. hopefully my mind wont be in that state. amidst all the frenzy and revision that i should be doing now, i feel at peace. like there's no exam tomorrow, nothing. there'll always be the feeling of not studying enough. guess studying's something that cannot be thoroughly finished. for my case, that is. but oh wells. haha. i will probably read </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/2351497462289186380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=2351497462289186380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2351497462289186380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2351497462289186380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/09/clutter.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-4753139359994176402</id><published>2008-08-26T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:49:02.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man, i'm loving this song. haha been trying to recall the tune and hence find out the title but it keeps slipping off my mind. now that i've heard it again, here goes. before i forget it. again.Way back into love-hugh grant and haley bennettI've been living with a shadow overheadI've been sleeping with a cloud above my bedI've been lonely for so longTrapped in the pastI just can't seem to move </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/4753139359994176402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=4753139359994176402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4753139359994176402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4753139359994176402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/08/man-im-loving-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-1797985489646715958</id><published>2008-08-26T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:51:59.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>random thoughts.on study leave. i've got a gum infection. it hurts real bad. ): went back to euro asia yesterday and i remember why i hate running in the gym.jason mraz comforts the soul like a hot bowl of soup on a cold day.fireworks were great.the company was better.thanks for the night. (:so i look to You.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/1797985489646715958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=1797985489646715958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/1797985489646715958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/1797985489646715958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-8979870330626084703</id><published>2008-08-18T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:46:35.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fluster.everytime i sign in to litespeed, there's always something to be done. plus the ticking countdown, it sure sums up what needs to be done. rahh. i need some comfort. haha.so i look to You.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/8979870330626084703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=8979870330626084703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8979870330626084703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8979870330626084703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/08/fluster.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-3943581845587956352</id><published>2008-08-03T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:10:09.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know who holds my tomorrow and i know who holds my hand. (:fatfairy2.1 said something that tugged my heartstrings today. now i'm missing my sec sch mates badly. and i just found out one of them has flown to down under. aye the kind of friend i am. so caught up with the current that i forget about the archives. rawr. if i were to study overseas one day, i dont know what i'm gonna do. so i pray </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/3943581845587956352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=3943581845587956352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/3943581845587956352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/3943581845587956352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-who-holds-my-tomorrow-and-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-6991643711623070778</id><published>2008-07-24T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:34:58.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>glimpses.the dates have been set. the clock is ticking. the countdown has started. i know i'll miss it when it finally comes.the days are passing by too quickly. even when i dread certain days of the week, they seem to be over too soon. but still there's much to give thanks for. for this, i kope colleen's entry.God is the God of provision;in Him, i'll trust.God is the God of surprises;in Him, i'm</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-7362769320067752163</id><published>2008-07-12T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:56:41.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> all photos here are koped from andrew's flickr.             bre john josh              one two three four!              this is definitely my group's. haha the unique sandcastle in the middle takes on a different colour. ahha. kuul.      so monday was youth day. had lunch with mum at the plazamarketcafe at raffles. did some shopping and checked out some stuff. went to visit coach after sch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/7362769320067752163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=7362769320067752163' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-94172082463119489</id><published>2008-06-26T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:14:06.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in the midst of mids.You hear my every cryYou know all of my desiresYou see me through the morning till the nightYou hear my whispered prayersYou grant me peace when i am scaredYou hold my hand and lead me right besideas i gaze upon the juice-stained cuphow you bore the nails and shed Your bloodas i take the bread in my handthe love You have for me that knows no endYou deserve my every breathYou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/94172082463119489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=94172082463119489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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comenothing you can do would make Him love you morenothing you have done would make Him close the doorbecause of His great loveHe gave His only Soneverything was done so you would comecome to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/6063479697238540451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=6063479697238540451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/6063479697238540451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/6063479697238540451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-you-would-come-hillsong-before-world.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-9140808867533168020</id><published>2008-06-05T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:43:07.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>scramble.the biennial church camp starts tmr and i'm starting to miss it. hahaha. talking to josh doesnt make it any better 'cos he rubs it in. haha. pomegranate. rawr. i need to rant. haha. bus time always seem long and draggy so we'll sing in and out of tune, play the guitar and make a lot of noise like we're the only ones in the bus. the others can only get a good sleep when we tire ourselves </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/9140808867533168020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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church camp's up and coming and i'm gonna miss it. crap exams and studying. heard we're gonna get filmed during occ and apparently my team got arrowed. haha. we're gonna find a way to shoot it somewhere else. went down to church on monday and i really like the song presented. haha but i forgot the name of the song so i cant</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/2234848226728245248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=2234848226728245248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2234848226728245248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/2234848226728245248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/06/deafening-silence.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-6502183675373336281</id><published>2008-05-04T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:35:05.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when two negative doesnt make a positive.met up with the gang yesterday after months. haha. it's been a long while but i'm glad we're still the same. still as lame as ever. everyone's at different stages of their lives and it's really good that the friendship's still as strong as ever. had a hard time deciding where to go for dinner and when we finally decided on subway, we had a choice between </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/6502183675373336281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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this week considering that i only attended an hour of lecture on tues 'cos of competition. we reached hougang real early and thought it would be pretty empty but no way. several other schools were already there. haha. it was a pretty close fight and guess it's all thanks to Him that we won. it was good to see haowen again after so long, that crazy </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ad36ebc59226ff34&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/425108261168969076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=425108261168969076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/425108261168969076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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nah. now's a bad time to injure any part of the body. ch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/5235211219726583309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=5235211219726583309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5235211219726583309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/5235211219726583309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/04/discoveries.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-1851037868304849352</id><published>2008-04-20T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:45:01.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>desensitised.had dinner at merchant court on my birthday and i was so zombified. haha. but the good food did wake me up a little. looked at the koi pond next to me and wondered if they would like some durian puree. haha. dinner would have cost so much more if i did something stupid.surprisingly, i didnt feel bored during college day. it felt warmer than anything else. both literally and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/1851037868304849352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=1851037868304849352' 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sometimes you cant help but wonder. i need the swing therapy. haha.the camp that seemed so far away has come and gone. whether it has turned out well is one thing, but i guess i'm thankful for it. i'm thankful for the answered prayers. the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/7415103833981889384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=7415103833981889384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/7415103833981889384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/7415103833981889384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes-you-cant-help-but-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-6322080755342425564</id><published>2008-04-07T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:32:34.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>phish.ahha. i've got krispy kremes in my possession. adds to my daily dose of sugar intake. plus calories. anyways, i thought yesterday's little drama by uncle trevor was pretty drama. haha. a bit hilarious but yeah good effort. the 830 congregation was like dazed. haha. i dont know if it's got something to do with age, but contemporary worship no longer gives me the feel good factor or whatever.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177078.post-8855345768811654851</id><published>2008-03-24T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:30:39.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fast and furious.lots of things to be done this week. but i'm still thankful for the break. (: the sanctuary was so cold yesterday. we all had frozen fingers. easter has come, but it will never pass. 'cos everyday is easter. (:i can face tomorrow, because He lives.O mighty cross, love lifted highthe Lord of life, raised there to dieHis sacrifice on Calvaryhas made the mighty cross a tree of life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/8855345768811654851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=8855345768811654851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8855345768811654851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/8855345768811654851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/03/fast-and-furious.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-241573696533871612</id><published>2008-03-19T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:20:32.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ma-meh-mo.this is one rough week. but it's gonna be over soon. haha. good friday's gonna be good.faith. when 'seeing is believing' doesnt matter anymore. what's so difficult about believing in what you see? the real test is to first believe.till His kingdom come, in Him i'll trust.Till I see You - Hillsong UnitedThe greatest love that anyone could ever knowThat overcame the cross and grave to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/241573696533871612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=241573696533871612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/241573696533871612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/241573696533871612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/03/ma-meh-mo.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-6352228244738384213</id><published>2008-03-10T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:00:48.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sing sang sung and the ping pong piang.so what's new. bt's up and coming. so exciting. man, i forgot my socks for training today. i opened my shoe bag and 'oh noooooooo!!!!'. haha. best of all, coach was nagging at us for always wearing socks that cant be seen when we play badminton. haha. he's biased against ankle socks. we were supposed to converse in mandarin to see if coach is really that bad</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/6352228244738384213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=6352228244738384213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/6352228244738384213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/6352228244738384213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/03/sing-sang-sung-and-ping-pong-piang.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6177078.post-4804597383866384280</id><published>2008-02-24T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:01:16.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fantabulous.celebrated daddy's birthday at morton's. the last time we went, they took a polaroid picture of us so we asked for it this time and they said they do not have the polaroid anymore. haha. we were like 'good thing we brought our own camera'. then the waitress said 'we stopped the polaroid last month, we changed it to digital.' haha. so there, they upgraded themselves. haha. we koped our</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/feeds/4804597383866384280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177078&amp;postID=4804597383866384280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4804597383866384280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177078/posts/default/4804597383866384280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bouncyfishballs.blogspot.com/2008/02/fantabulous.html' title=''/><author><name>winn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
