<?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-2687487822144385216</id><updated>2011-11-18T00:35:02.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'...and the meaning spreads through his blood.'</title><subtitle type='html'>For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there were none of them. 
(Psalms 139:13-16 ESV)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331339799001179433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPSHreHYQQA/TdYcIPsjDCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ivdrte5QO1Y/s220/228505_10150566267430556_867095555_18268634_54352_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-8289688451768802770</id><published>2011-11-07T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:57:59.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It “Borders” me…</title><summary type='text'>28 September 2011Just two days ago, the last Borders outlet at Parkway Parade closed – marking the end of the farewell that began slightly more than a month ago when the iconic Borders at Wheelock Place suddenly closed its doors on customers, announced its closure in a few days, and made its nostalgic farewell “speech” in the form of a thank you note outside the store. I must say that the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/8289688451768802770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=8289688451768802770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8289688451768802770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8289688451768802770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-borders-me.html' title='It “Borders” me…'/><author><name>leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331339799001179433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPSHreHYQQA/TdYcIPsjDCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ivdrte5QO1Y/s220/228505_10150566267430556_867095555_18268634_54352_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-9128879096220837869</id><published>2009-06-08T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:23:39.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is the sum of your choices</title><summary type='text'>To do a little update, I have stopped teaching. Or more precisely, I have stopped relief teaching. However, I have also committed myself to at least three years of professional teaching. For those who do not already know, I was offered the MOE Teaching Scholarship and I've accepted it, bonding myself to 4 years in the Teaching Service (including one year in NIE).It's a choice I have made, and a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/9128879096220837869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=9128879096220837869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/9128879096220837869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/9128879096220837869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-sum-of-your-choices.html' title='Life is the sum of your choices'/><author><name>leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331339799001179433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPSHreHYQQA/TdYcIPsjDCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ivdrte5QO1Y/s220/228505_10150566267430556_867095555_18268634_54352_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-4273407197140338572</id><published>2009-03-23T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:24:29.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you speak from the diaphragm?</title><summary type='text'>I have always thought that I sing, speak and even breathe through my diaphragm consistently. However, ever since I started teaching, I am beginning to have doubts about that. Especially after to day.Teachers totally have post-holidays blues as well. All the moan and groan in the staff room was undeniable. Although I didn't contribute much to it, inwardly I was groaning too. Firstly, the whether </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/4273407197140338572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=4273407197140338572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/4273407197140338572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/4273407197140338572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-do-you-speak-from-diaphragm.html' title='How do you speak from the diaphragm?'/><author><name>leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331339799001179433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPSHreHYQQA/TdYcIPsjDCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ivdrte5QO1Y/s220/228505_10150566267430556_867095555_18268634_54352_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-8029296764402118302</id><published>2009-03-17T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:00:54.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bodily training and training in godliness</title><summary type='text'>Today was the Relief/Intern outing. Haha. I think I need to figure out a less weird way of referring to this group. Anyway, we went to play badminton at Singapore Swimming Club. The place is really quite nice. And empty, which is good. The only problem is that the staff there are just a little bit too particular and strict about certain things (like wearing non-marking shoes). It was really good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/8029296764402118302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=8029296764402118302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8029296764402118302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8029296764402118302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2009/03/bodily-training-and-training-in.html' title='bodily training and training in godliness'/><author><name>leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331339799001179433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPSHreHYQQA/TdYcIPsjDCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ivdrte5QO1Y/s220/228505_10150566267430556_867095555_18268634_54352_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-8012975787638940722</id><published>2009-03-16T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:58:32.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simplicity</title><summary type='text'>I really wonder how I was able to come up with something to write on my blog years ago. Because right now, I can hardly find anything noteworthy in my life. And I also seem to notice a sluggishness in my thought life. I hardly ponder or dwell deeply into anything. I suppose it's growing up - where you get distracted more easily. You start filling your life with more things, supposing that it will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/8012975787638940722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=8012975787638940722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8012975787638940722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8012975787638940722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2009/03/simplicity.html' title='simplicity'/><author><name>leo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331339799001179433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPSHreHYQQA/TdYcIPsjDCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ivdrte5QO1Y/s220/228505_10150566267430556_867095555_18268634_54352_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-6045026627825652042</id><published>2009-03-15T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sins on Altar Steps</title><summary type='text'>I have just finished reading The Screwtape Letters this morning. I am amazed at how quickly I finished it. It was quite engaging, though I must say that there were quite a few difficult parts that I didn't understand entirely. Nevertheless, it was good and thought-provoking read.One of the comments by Screwtape (a senior devil teaching his nephew in the ways of temptation) impressed strongly upon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/6045026627825652042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=6045026627825652042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6045026627825652042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6045026627825652042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2009/03/sins-on-altar-steps.html' title='Sins on Altar Steps'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-3448905269253723867</id><published>2009-02-21T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories and compositions</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that every time I tell someone that I intend to become a teacher, I get the feeling that I'm being judged. I almost seem to read on their faces expressions like 'are you serious?', 'have you thought about this?', 'don't be impulsive and idealistic' or 'you have no idea what you're getting into'. I feel almost embarrassed to admit my intentions of becoming a teacher.Anyway, today I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/3448905269253723867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=3448905269253723867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3448905269253723867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3448905269253723867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2009/02/stories-and-compositions.html' title='Stories and compositions'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-7992509014222666329</id><published>2009-02-19T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose well. What do you hope to get out of life?</title><summary type='text'>Believe it or not, I want to start blogging again. It's been very long time. But I think somehow, blogging helps me to express myself better. Maybe it'll help me regain some ability to organise my thoughts. I am shocked at how bad a communicator I have become, and that is a nightmare. It is always disappointing to discover that someone did not understand what I was saying, and that has been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/7992509014222666329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=7992509014222666329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7992509014222666329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7992509014222666329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2009/02/choose-well-what-do-you-hope-to-get-out.html' title='Choose well. What do you hope to get out of life?'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-5580922973183886789</id><published>2009-01-03T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Ecstasy doesn't last, but it cuts a channel for something lasting.'E.M. ForsterThe Camp last year and today's YF Opening all point to a promising YF for the year ahead. But pray it cuts into a lasting commitment to love God. Yes, to love God. Because the world, our friends, ourselves ... we need more of God.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/5580922973183886789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=5580922973183886789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5580922973183886789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5580922973183886789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2009/01/ecstasy-doesnt-last-but-it-cuts-channel.html' title=''/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-3247433267084953188</id><published>2008-11-17T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctuary lessons from 1 Samuel 21-22</title><summary type='text'>The Reality of StrugglesDavid’s actions give us a lot of problems in these two chapters. Studying his life as the life of someone after God’s own heart, we face difficulty reconciling his lies and deception, David running to the enemy and then acting like a madman. However, what we need to do here is not to come up with excuses for David. We need to recognize his humanity, the fact of his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/3247433267084953188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=3247433267084953188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3247433267084953188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3247433267084953188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2008/11/sanctuary-lessons-from-1-samuel-21-22.html' title='Sanctuary lessons from 1 Samuel 21-22'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-1766224569412934171</id><published>2007-10-09T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival Rings in Our Hearts</title><summary type='text'>Revival is not coming. For all those who long to see revival, they must not think that it is coming. They must believe that it can happen now and live revived lives that infect others. To think that revival is coming is a mentality of waiting for something to happen. But God wants to work through us now. He is calling each and every individual who hears to revival now.It will be constantly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/1766224569412934171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=1766224569412934171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/1766224569412934171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/1766224569412934171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2007/10/revival-rings-in-our-hearts.html' title='Revival Rings in Our Hearts'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-8606634453363467324</id><published>2007-09-02T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas in a Lesser Form</title><summary type='text'>My writing skills is deteriorating, whether it be vocabulary or style. I always sound plain and boring these days. Or maybe it's purely psychological and I've always been like that. But I would like to think otherwise.I would attribute this to the lack of any opportunity to write or blog. I rarely get a chance to do that, even when I've brought in my journal into camp. What more, I can hardly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/8606634453363467324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=8606634453363467324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8606634453363467324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8606634453363467324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2007/09/ideas-in-lesser-form.html' title='Ideas in a Lesser Form'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-5332277952258278226</id><published>2007-08-04T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Felt This Way</title><summary type='text'>For those who've been asking. I feel happy today. Not really because it is my birthday but just how everything went so pleasantly (except for the fact that I had a stomachache the whole day.I started the day reading Sophie's World, and the night as well, so the my feelings are quite jumbled. Feels good to be able to read, but the thought-provoking nature of the content and the uneasiness of both </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/5332277952258278226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=5332277952258278226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5332277952258278226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5332277952258278226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2007/08/never-felt-this-way.html' title='Never Felt This Way'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-1006885064446447789</id><published>2007-07-07T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 July 2007, Monday</title><summary type='text'>This is what I wrote in my journal on 2 July 2007, Monday:I feel depressed now. And so does the whole mood of my course. It is real genuine depression and lack of motivation and joy. Being in NS is like that sometimes. When you think about how meaningless your life is, you can't help but feel upset. "There is so much more I can do outside", I tell myself. Yet, I know that my life is meaningful, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/1006885064446447789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=1006885064446447789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/1006885064446447789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/1006885064446447789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2007/07/2-july-2007-monday.html' title='2 July 2007, Monday'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-4595552948764414918</id><published>2007-06-17T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! My God!</title><summary type='text'>It is scary. I know it seems judgemental, but sometimes I really feel like God's out of the picture in most parts of our lives. I get the sense that maybe there can be 'worship' without God, service without God and fellowship without God. But wasn't it all supposed to be about God? Yet, if God is so important, why is it that (lets not even talk about spending time with Him) so few people actually</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/4595552948764414918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=4595552948764414918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/4595552948764414918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/4595552948764414918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh! My God!'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-7607320347434596012</id><published>2007-06-02T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Pride We Leave SISPEC</title><summary type='text'>For those who do not already know, I was posted to SISPEC, and I have completed my BSLC there and am now posted out to AFS, that is Air Force School. I really thank God for this posting and I think it will be exciting and probably more relaxing. But apart from this, there are many other things to thank God for, including the difficult training I had in SISPEC Golf company, because it was just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/7607320347434596012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=7607320347434596012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7607320347434596012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7607320347434596012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2007/06/with-pride-we-leave-sispec.html' title='With Pride We Leave SISPEC'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-3599093577308732947</id><published>2007-04-07T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Love, Our Hope</title><summary type='text'>As I was entering the previous post, this song was playing on my music player. I guess this is the answer to my question."Love Them Like Jesus"by Casting Crowns The love of her life is drifting awayThey're losing the fight for another dayThe life that she's known is falling apartA fatherless home, a child's broken heart You're holding her hand, you're straining for wordsYou trying to make - sense</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/3599093577308732947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=3599093577308732947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3599093577308732947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3599093577308732947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2007/04/his-love-our-hope.html' title='His Love, Our Hope'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-3775892647791894220</id><published>2007-04-07T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christ Our Hope</title><summary type='text'>To update, I applied for the MOE Teaching Scholarship, and later, I will be going for a psychometric test for consideration for the scholarship. The point however, is that I aspire to teach. Why? Because I believe in knowledge and truth, and how it satisfies. And ultimately, I believe education is a path of seeking that can lead ultimately to finding the Truth that will help young people by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/3775892647791894220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=3775892647791894220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3775892647791894220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3775892647791894220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2007/04/christ-our-hope.html' title='Christ Our Hope'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-7518370813805040548</id><published>2007-03-21T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy: the love of wisdom</title><summary type='text'>'All truth is God's truth.' I have often found it hard to reconcile this assertion with 1 Corinthians 1-2, where Pauls says that God has 'made foolish the wisdom of the world.' However, I have come to realise that the 'wisdom of the world' that Paul speaks of is not necessarily the wisdom which we would immediately understand of it. In its original context, the Greek wisdom mentioned referred to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/7518370813805040548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=7518370813805040548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7518370813805040548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7518370813805040548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2007/03/philosophy-love-of-wisdom.html' title='Philosophy: the love of wisdom'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-6123920050237334007</id><published>2007-03-16T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day and six people</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a rather fun and unexpected day. Unexpected because it was after all supposed to be an evangelistic event meant for secondary school people. So I was technically over-aged. But it turned out to be just day out at the beach for 6 YFers that are considerably young. Just want to thank Liyuan and Ruihao for organizing it even though things didn't turn out as plan. Sometimes God just has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/6123920050237334007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=6123920050237334007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6123920050237334007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6123920050237334007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-and-six-people.html' title='A day and six people'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-2166261193834010760</id><published>2007-03-16T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Faith</title><summary type='text'>'I believe in Christ as I believe in the rising sun, not because I see it, but because by it, I see all things.'- C.S. Lewis</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/2166261193834010760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=2166261193834010760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2166261193834010760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2166261193834010760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2007/03/true-faith.html' title='True Faith'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-5880793599766434649</id><published>2007-03-03T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Level Results</title><summary type='text'>The A level results were released yesterday. And my mind still feels very unsettled to do a proper post. But really thank God for the results I got. I was a really pleasnt surprise.Right now, I am just at crossroads again, having to make some important decisions...what course to do, which scholarship to apply and things like that. But I really hope that I will always have the peace of mind that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/5880793599766434649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=5880793599766434649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5880793599766434649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5880793599766434649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2007/03/level-results.html' title='A Level Results'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-8136118552967757964</id><published>2007-02-10T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soldier for Christ</title><summary type='text'>It has been more than 4 weeks since I enlisted into the Singapore Armed Forces. And due to the fact that over at Pulau Tekong, there is no internet access for me, I haven't been able to talk much about it. But here I am now, trying to put forth the essence of and reflections on these past few weeks.I guess I could say I've gone through quite a great deal of Basic Military Training already. I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/8136118552967757964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=8136118552967757964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8136118552967757964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8136118552967757964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2007/02/soldier-for-christ.html' title='soldier for Christ'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-120311548160136607</id><published>2007-01-09T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mindful of God</title><summary type='text'>It's been quite a while since I last blogged thoroughly. It is just so hard to find the time nowadays. Besides, it seems that my mind is working less these days as well, such that I have little to publish here. But a new book I'm starting on challenges me keep thinking, which for me, is encouraged through writing.I've made the error before. Why is it so hard to study for God? This is because, as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/120311548160136607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=120311548160136607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/120311548160136607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/120311548160136607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2007/01/mindful-of-god.html' title='mindful of God'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-511810051413633413</id><published>2006-12-29T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>human rights</title><summary type='text'>Basic human rights are declared to protect the humanity of humans. It is to ensure that each human receives his full dignity and respect so everyone can be a full and complete human person like everyone else. But...'...for followers of Christ, calling neutralizes the fundamental poison of choice in modern life. "I have chosen you," Jesus said, "you have not chosen me." We are not our own; we have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/511810051413633413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=511810051413633413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/511810051413633413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/511810051413633413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/12/human-rights.html' title='human rights'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-1057742581309345632</id><published>2006-12-26T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the real world</title><summary type='text'>Unseen, spiritual reality is not unreal. In fact it is more real - decisive over the shadow reality of the seen world. A spiritual reality all around, above, and inside the secular reality of the world of our five senses, spirituality is a dimension we enter only when we are supernaturally born into it and learn, through the disciplines, to make it our regular habitat.- Os Guinness (The Call)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/1057742581309345632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=1057742581309345632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/1057742581309345632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/1057742581309345632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/12/real-world.html' title='the real world'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-3329325684502243053</id><published>2006-12-20T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up when december ends</title><summary type='text'>I must say that Decembers make me feel very uncomfortable. Especially the nights. Too much nostalgia, too many emotional movies, and maybe just too much time to think too much. It is very overwhelming. But I'm determined to make this December different. After all, it's going to be my last month before I enter Army. (If I haven't already announced here, I'm enlisting on 11/1/2007.)Thank God for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/3329325684502243053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=3329325684502243053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3329325684502243053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3329325684502243053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/12/wake-me-up-when-december-ends.html' title='wake me up when december ends'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-2790291791387816667</id><published>2006-11-19T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>psalm 37</title><summary type='text'>This is for all those out there who are having examinations, or are going though phases in life, feeling like all our hope is bank on something else other than God.'Delight yourself in the LORD; and he will give you the desires of your heart.''Commit your way to the LORD; trust in him, and he will act.''Refrain from anger, and forsake wrath!''Fret not yourself; it tends only to evil.''The steps </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/2790291791387816667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=2790291791387816667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2790291791387816667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2790291791387816667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/11/psalm-37.html' title='psalm 37'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-7774520171440632496</id><published>2006-11-14T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of preaching</title><summary type='text'>In light of the general mood in church, I just had to post this.'The art of preaching is to somehow or other get around our third-person defenses and compel a second-person recognition, which enables a first-person response.' Eugene Peterson (Leap Over A Wall)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/7774520171440632496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=7774520171440632496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7774520171440632496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7774520171440632496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/11/art-of-preaching.html' title='the art of preaching'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-3626020504123886819</id><published>2006-10-18T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-traumatic stress disorder</title><summary type='text'>4 subjects.9 papers.12 texts.15 days.It all contributes to the pre-traumatic stress order: an emotional reaction to the anticipation of future trauma based on present circumstances.The present circumstances are lots to study, insufficient time, compounded by slow rate of progress. The future trauma is the inability to answer the questions during the exam, or worse still, not able to understand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/3626020504123886819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=3626020504123886819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3626020504123886819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3626020504123886819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/10/pre-traumatic-stress-disorder.html' title='pre-traumatic stress disorder'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-218537275513640776</id><published>2006-10-01T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>praying people</title><summary type='text'>'if my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land.' 2 Chronicles 7:1132 days to A levels. I haven't studied the past three days. I'm not sure what I've been doing either. But life is more than studying. This whole A level thing is like a circumstantial </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/218537275513640776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=218537275513640776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/218537275513640776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/218537275513640776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/10/praying-people.html' title='praying people'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-2349133472397971222</id><published>2006-10-01T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wilderness</title><summary type='text'>'When we find ourselves in the wilderness, we do well to be frightened; we also do well to be alert, open-eyed. In the wilderness we're plunged into an awareness of danger and death; at the very same moment we're plunged, if we let ourselves be, into an awareness of the great mystery of God and the extraordinary preciousness of life.'Eugene H. Peterson (extract from Leap Over A Wall)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/2349133472397971222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=2349133472397971222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2349133472397971222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2349133472397971222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/10/wilderness.html' title='wilderness'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-2839944357062878983</id><published>2006-09-25T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regret=acjc</title><summary type='text'>I still remember the first three months when I was so filled with hope for my years in ACJC. I was so enthusiastic at orientation. I wanted to be a blessing to others in my new school. I wanted to serve God in ACJC. I wanted to do well in J1 and do History 'S' Paper. I wanted to get straight A's at A levels. These were my hopes and aims. I'm not sure if they were ever one with those of others in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/2839944357062878983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=2839944357062878983' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2839944357062878983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2839944357062878983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/09/regretacjc.html' title='regret=acjc'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-8228321712117893461</id><published>2006-09-23T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections on the Book of Esther</title><summary type='text'>Not only is the Book of Esther one that has no single mention of God, it seems to lack any singular verse that is full of meaning and apt for memory. This reminds me how verses were never part of the Bible in the first place, but are merely human additions for easy reference. Ultimately, the Book of Esther, as with any other in the Bible, needs to be read as a book, a complete text. This is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/8228321712117893461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=8228321712117893461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8228321712117893461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8228321712117893461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/09/reflections-on-book-of-esther.html' title='reflections on the Book of Esther'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-4528587565375657139</id><published>2006-09-15T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>name</title><summary type='text'>'The personal name is the seed that germinates and grows into the personal story. In this way, story as a way of speech quietly insists that all truth is personal and relational. God deals with persons, named persons, not numbers or abstractions or goals or plans. Language at its best and purest turns on naming and names.'-Eugene H. Peterson (Leap Over A Wall)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/4528587565375657139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=4528587565375657139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/4528587565375657139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/4528587565375657139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/09/name.html' title='name'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-2151804945316972143</id><published>2006-09-10T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the world</title><summary type='text'>Jesus teaches us that we are 'not of the world' and we are often reminded by preachers that even though we are in the world, we are not of the world. Jesus spoke of the persecution and challenges that Christians will face in living their lives in this world.While this truth rarely departs from our minds (though our actions may prove otherwise), I find that sometimes it is easy to forget that we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/2151804945316972143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=2151804945316972143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2151804945316972143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2151804945316972143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-world.html' title='in the world'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-90324498477007191</id><published>2006-08-12T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish...</title><summary type='text'>I've been feeling like a bundle of contradictions. I guess it is part of going through transformation. There has to be a point where you struggle between two selfs. At times like that, you really just wish that you could be spared of processes. It seems that I don't really like things that take time.While I long to see the day when everyone would turn to God, and know Him and love Him for who He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/90324498477007191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=90324498477007191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/90324498477007191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/90324498477007191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-wish.html' title='I wish...'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-417824439783505951</id><published>2006-08-10T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all will die</title><summary type='text'>'Love one another or die.' - Morrie'We will all die anyway.' - Mitch'Relationships don't die.' - Morrie'Don't love and die, or die loving.' - Me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/417824439783505951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=417824439783505951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/417824439783505951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/417824439783505951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-will-die.html' title='all will die'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-5848362911292035928</id><published>2006-08-10T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catharsis</title><summary type='text'>I hate literature. I really rarely enjoy analysing pieces that have no bearings on my life whatsoever. Yet, I cannot help but use the terms I learn when I write. In fact, I do not know why I actually like to write sometimes. Of course it depends on the content. I certainly do not look forward to scribbling about whether the nuclear disarmament or the nuclear arms race itself brought it to its end</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/5848362911292035928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=5848362911292035928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5848362911292035928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5848362911292035928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/08/catharsis.html' title='catharsis'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-5314756999823515192</id><published>2006-06-01T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pleasure in toil</title><summary type='text'>It is impossible to finish all my homework and yet study. There just isn't enough time. I've been complaining, worrying, and just stressing myself over it, though not getting any work done. Right now, I know I need to do the work, I don't feel like doing the work and I don't like to do the work. What I need is to just do the work, not worry whether I'll finish, but just put in my best and enjoy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/5314756999823515192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=5314756999823515192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5314756999823515192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5314756999823515192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/06/pleasure-in-toil.html' title='pleasure in toil'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-3250067037027920582</id><published>2006-05-30T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>standing alone</title><summary type='text'>This blog is rather abandoned. Who has time for blogs these days anyway? Who has time to write? Who has time to read? Blogging is surely leisure, I must say. But blogging is, perhaps, also something I need, something to help rouse some awareness in me, and something to help me sort out my thoughts.Life hasn't been hard. Life hasnt been easy. I guess it can be called the painful reality of an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/3250067037027920582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=3250067037027920582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3250067037027920582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3250067037027920582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/05/standing-alone.html' title='standing alone'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-7315493631023281438</id><published>2006-04-18T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thorn in my flesh</title><summary type='text'>'So to keep me from being too elated by the surpassing greatness of the revelations, a thorn was given me in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to harass me, to keep me from being too elated. Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that is should leave me. But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/7315493631023281438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=7315493631023281438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7315493631023281438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7315493631023281438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/04/thorn-in-my-flesh.html' title='thorn in my flesh'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-7975133016854529780</id><published>2006-03-23T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Right</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wonder if I should be blogging about my feelings. I guess I already think I shouldn't, unless they bring joy to others. But it is a tiring thing. I know I'm probably being selfish if I were to post here all my negative feelings, cause I know within me that it is to gain attention. But it is tiring and difficult. And I really just want to do this sometimes.I don't really know if I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/7975133016854529780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=7975133016854529780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7975133016854529780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7975133016854529780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/03/feeling-right.html' title='Feeling Right'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-6068075309958215544</id><published>2006-03-21T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose</title><summary type='text'>Studying for examinations, thinking about SPG Day, watching too much television, just idling at home. With all these, I was beginning to feel that I was losing my sense of purpose. But praise be to God, that despite the History Paper, I managed to take time off tonight to just worship Him.I can't believe the wayYour love has got a hold on meEach morning I wake to find You nearYou lift me above my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/6068075309958215544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=6068075309958215544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6068075309958215544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6068075309958215544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/03/purpose.html' title='Purpose'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-2314218218988515657</id><published>2006-03-19T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter Review</title><summary type='text'>Term Exams are next week, and I have too much not done, to be doing this. However, I cannot deny the need for this: the need to think through about what has been going, and how everything should go on.My spiritual walk this quarter has had its highs and lows. There had certainly been many exciting experiences and revelations, but recently, it's begun to dip. But I thank God that it's not too bad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/2314218218988515657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=2314218218988515657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2314218218988515657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2314218218988515657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/03/quarter-review.html' title='Quarter Review'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-4352623423860625187</id><published>2006-02-20T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Of Blessings</title><summary type='text'>'Rain is a sign of blessing.' That's what Jofid said about the rain during Fun-o-rama. For some reason, I've always been aware of such a significance of rain, or rather it's use as a metaphor for the pouring of blessings. Yet, I've never really found any instances where rain is used such a way in the Bible. But it's everywhere! In all the songs we love to sing! But whatever it is, it is certainly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/4352623423860625187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=4352623423860625187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/4352623423860625187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/4352623423860625187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/02/rain-of-blessings.html' title='Rain Of Blessings'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-6561858363604091224</id><published>2006-02-13T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><summary type='text'>Abba Father,I thank You for giving me this holy passion, this magnificent obssession and glorious ambition to follow after You and to serve You. But Father I know that I am inadequate. There are so many people you have given to me to love. So teach me to love them, to pray for them. Because I know God that only you can truly touch them and change their lives. So I just want to trust that You will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/6561858363604091224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=6561858363604091224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6561858363604091224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6561858363604091224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/02/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-6271794901141311849</id><published>2006-02-07T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Them All</title><summary type='text'>I think I've been away from God long enough, and I have been keeping things from God long enough.Father, I'm going to give them all up to you. Everything I've been through, all my emotions, all the people I care for, I give them up to you. Because I know you can care for them better. And I know that I will now have the peace in you, because I have no more need to worry since everything is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/6271794901141311849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=6271794901141311849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6271794901141311849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6271794901141311849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/02/give-them-all.html' title='Give Them All'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-6724037780125011502</id><published>2006-01-31T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotional blackmail</title><summary type='text'>I do not believe that emotions have no place at all, and I do not believe that emotions are pure evil. The thing is that sometimes, emotions may be manipulated to blind us from certain truths. But emotions are ultimately part of us. Just like I treat my hand well, and respect it, and use it, but I do not let it control me (like it can in the first place). It is a part of us, but it is not us. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/6724037780125011502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=6724037780125011502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6724037780125011502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6724037780125011502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/01/emotional-blackmail.html' title='emotional blackmail'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-8622862535364395634</id><published>2006-01-30T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><summary type='text'>I must say that I failed. I need to recognised that I sinned, and my previous post is a manifestation of it. I'm sorry.But the fact remains that I must move on. But before I can do that, I need to surrender what's left to God. I realised I'm holding back too much. And after thinking through, I think I know what is it that I'm hiding from God.First thing is my self-esteem. I built my self-esteem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/8622862535364395634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=8622862535364395634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8622862535364395634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8622862535364395634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/01/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-2933064489900712172</id><published>2006-01-29T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quench the love</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps I can just be Leo and forget Yonghan along with all the experiences associated with him.So go on and sleep darling, why don't you pretend we were just a dream.You need to move on. You missed the train. Maybe once upon a time, you could look at these experiences and be Thankful. But things are different now. No one has the time, no one can be there Anytime. I know you want to be Some Kind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/2933064489900712172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=2933064489900712172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2933064489900712172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2933064489900712172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/01/quench-love.html' title='quench the love'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-31828683245280250</id><published>2006-01-27T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire for Depression</title><summary type='text'>We even have a perverse desire to achieve unhappiness, to attain tragic proportions.I found this in my General Paper comprehension passage. The context is talking about marriage, monogamy and polygamy. I have no idea how is it related to the argument, but I do find that it is true. As humans, we do have a strange perverse desire for sadness. I have at times felt like that. Felt the 'enjoyment' of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/31828683245280250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=31828683245280250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/31828683245280250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/31828683245280250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/01/desire-for-depression.html' title='Desire for Depression'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-2047120983913675924</id><published>2006-01-24T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><summary type='text'>How else could I name this entry? I'm so filled with His joy that I can't concentrate on my work! That's why I'm here!I guess things didn't start of very happy. I was reading people's blogs. And people were sad. I was starting to get sad myself. And I suddenly thought of the song session I'm suppose to lead on 12 February. I'm suppose to lead on God the Father, Creator. But a thought came across </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/2047120983913675924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=2047120983913675924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2047120983913675924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2047120983913675924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/01/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-803611556798958404</id><published>2006-01-19T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the battle belongs to the LORD</title><summary type='text'>I don't think I'm exactly sad or depressed. I think I'm just tired and sick. Migraine really makes me tired and sick. But I thank God that I can look to Him, because He is my comfort and healer.It feels great to encourage others, and to be encouraged by others.I think everything's been fine for me. But there is something I long to do. Somebody I want to be there for. But I can't. Helplessness? It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/803611556798958404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=803611556798958404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/803611556798958404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/803611556798958404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/01/battle-belongs-to-lord.html' title='the battle belongs to the LORD'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-7340496514625343271</id><published>2006-01-18T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power</title><summary type='text'>Recently, there's been a lot of encouragement going around through SMS. And I think that is really good. It always serves as a timely reminder to live our lives for God, to commit all to Him, to depend on His power. And I hope it has been the same for my fellow brothers and sisters.The calling to be salt and light has always been close to my heart. It constitutes my approach to life, particularly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/7340496514625343271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=7340496514625343271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7340496514625343271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7340496514625343271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/01/power.html' title='Power'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-1954949530349754957</id><published>2006-01-14T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><summary type='text'>I still thing it's joy, cause it's despite circumstances.School's been fine. Life's been fine. I think I'm really getting accustomed to school life, and school people. They actually make me happy. Especially with my crazy class, 2AD2. And the teachers kind of make class less boring. Or maybe we make their lessons less boring too. Guess it's a two way thing. Anyway, I'm starting to enjoy History </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/1954949530349754957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=1954949530349754957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/1954949530349754957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/1954949530349754957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/01/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-8694328337795424238</id><published>2006-01-11T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flexible Response</title><summary type='text'>I think I'm getting more resilient these days. I kind of went through most of the day in school rather happy, at least not sad. But then again, it is hard to be sad when everything around you (except for mass PE) just makes you laugh. Mr Ngoei's tutorial was sufficient, Meixi and Tessa's nonsense just makes it ludicrous, and everyone else in class just contributes to it. Not to forget that Ethel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/8694328337795424238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=8694328337795424238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8694328337795424238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8694328337795424238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/01/flexible-response.html' title='Flexible Response'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-8512907115114084421</id><published>2006-01-10T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Historicism</title><summary type='text'>We never learn from history, all that history does is that it shows us that there are inevitable trends.Why do we study History? People say that we learn from the mistakes of the past. Yet time and again, all I see is that the mistakes just keep getting repeated. And so it is with my life. I've made the same mistakes over and over again.Monday's chapel was about not living in the mistakes of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/8512907115114084421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=8512907115114084421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8512907115114084421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8512907115114084421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/01/historicism.html' title='Historicism'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-6709174743397551896</id><published>2006-01-02T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on December</title><summary type='text'>Actually, I really do not feel like blogging. I am not blogging because someone told me to blog more. I am not blogging because I need some attention from people over some issues of my life now. I am definitely not blogging for fun, especially since while I'm here in front of the screen, I have all my History homework waiting for me in another room. But I am blogging, because I feel that I musn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/6709174743397551896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=6709174743397551896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6709174743397551896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6709174743397551896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2006/01/reflections-on-december.html' title='Reflections on December'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-333006273806652730</id><published>2005-10-11T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Revival</title><summary type='text'>How does it sound like anyway? O how I long to hear it!My promotional examinations are finally over. God's grace has indeed carry me through. And Hallelujah! God's grace carries me through everyday of my life!I don't think I'm going to talk about my examinations. It's so boring. Why would anyone want to talk about it? Now, to what really matters.JC life changes people. There is no doubt about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/333006273806652730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=333006273806652730' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/333006273806652730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/333006273806652730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2005/10/sound-of-revival.html' title='The Sound of Revival'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-2857405848649300613</id><published>2005-08-08T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should feelings be denied?</title><summary type='text'>I watched a show today. One of the characters said that, 'When you should be sad, be sad. When you should be angry, be angry.' I was just telling myself that I will never let myself be sad again. How silly is that? To think that I can stay happy all the time. I knew I can always convince myself that I'm happy. A sort of self-denial. But I realised that is not very healthy either. I can be sad, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/2857405848649300613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=2857405848649300613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2857405848649300613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2857405848649300613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2005/08/should-feelings-be-denied.html' title='Should feelings be denied?'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-5779847231208883478</id><published>2005-07-31T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You Love Jesus More?</title><summary type='text'>Everything to be grateful, thankful and joyful about: I've gotten back that sense of divine purpose. Yes. The sense of it. I do know that the purpose is always there. But somehow, we just always get distracted with the things of this world, and we go pretty 'senseless'.The above question is difficult. So often, there is someone real, personal, another human being that we love. So often it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/5779847231208883478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=5779847231208883478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5779847231208883478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5779847231208883478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2005/07/will-you-love-jesus-more.html' title='Will You Love Jesus More?'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-4960805525095586784</id><published>2005-07-26T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever wondered...</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wonderedWhat goes behindThe minds of your classmates?A loser.That's all you are to them,Maybe.Have you ever wonderedIf there is aConspiracy againstYou? A joke,A laughing stock to them,Maybe.Have they ever wonderedIf I know thatI am just a person,Just a geek?No. Bother to at all?Never.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/4960805525095586784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=4960805525095586784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/4960805525095586784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/4960805525095586784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2005/07/have-you-ever-wondered.html' title='Have you ever wondered...'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-7100787596338781643</id><published>2005-06-02T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself and I</title><summary type='text'>The holidays are here. I've been looking forward to it for a really long time. Junior College has definitely taken its toll on me, and I longed very much for a break. It's the first Thursday of the holidays. I feel tired, I do not know why. And I feel bad that I have kind of wasted my time as well. I need to study, that's true. But I think I really need to go out too. I want to talk to someone, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/7100787596338781643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=7100787596338781643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7100787596338781643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7100787596338781643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2005/06/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me, Myself and I'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-1309954553297220595</id><published>2005-04-25T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leo the least</title><summary type='text'>Somethings to clarify before I go on. Well, AC students are all locals...ok...almost all. They speak with an accent, but not american.CF has been and continue to be a challenge to me. It has been a humbling experience. I've come to realise that I am so weak. And the power I see in fellow brothers and sisters in Christ just made me realised how much I am missing out. Suddenly, 2 Corinthians 12:9 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/1309954553297220595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=1309954553297220595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/1309954553297220595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/1309954553297220595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2005/04/leo-least.html' title='Leo the least'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-3035875853919782092</id><published>2005-04-18T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American High School in Singapore</title><summary type='text'>I shall not waste my time explaining what happened in the past half a year or so, I'll just mention that I did well enough in my O levels and I'm in Anglo-Chinese Junior College. What a sudden turn of events huh?Yes, I am still in Singapore, not in the States. But somehow, I do get to experience how it is probably like to be studying in America, where life includes the jocks, 'cool' gang, nerds, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/3035875853919782092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=3035875853919782092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3035875853919782092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3035875853919782092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2005/04/american-high-school-in-singapore.html' title='American High School in Singapore'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-8679413502918072117</id><published>2004-09-07T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash and Cinder(ella) Cone</title><summary type='text'>Some volcanoes are formed by ash and cinder(ella) which are small loose fragments of solidified lava. Ash and cinder(ella) cones are formed when the ash and cinder(ella) are violently ejected and blown to great heights. The ash and cinder(ella) then falls quickly onto the ground beside the vent. As the ash and cinder(ella) build up, an ash and cinder(ella) cone results.Obviously, I have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/8679413502918072117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=8679413502918072117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8679413502918072117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8679413502918072117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/09/ash-and-cinderella-cone.html' title='Ash and Cinder(ella) Cone'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-8071541347690209214</id><published>2004-09-04T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophisticated and Complicated</title><summary type='text'>Why am I so sophisticated and complicated? My little sister says that, Marilyn says that. And now, I'm starting to see that it's bad I'm like that. Oh no...what have I become!!! Oh, once upon a December. I think I have to change, into someone more casual. I'm too serious these days. I'm going to try to be different from now on. I need to appeal to the masses!!! Huh? Whatever for? Oh well, I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/8071541347690209214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=8071541347690209214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8071541347690209214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8071541347690209214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/09/sophisticated-and-complicated.html' title='Sophisticated and Complicated'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-828140300728332200</id><published>2004-09-02T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams or Love</title><summary type='text'>Marius Pontmercy is a character from the musical, Les Miserables. He was a fervent French Revolutionist with noble dreams. However, when he met the love of his life, Cosette, he began to question his friends' sacrifice in the revolution. To him, life meant nothing without Cosette. See what love can do? Love can replace dreams, and dreams then revolves around love. I guess love could make a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/828140300728332200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=828140300728332200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/828140300728332200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/828140300728332200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/09/dreams-or-love.html' title='Dreams or Love'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-6552361329472019567</id><published>2004-09-01T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions vs. Practicality</title><summary type='text'>Whoever wins, I lose. Just a little something to mock the movie 'Alien vs. Predator'. But issue is still true though.I believe I mentioned something along this line in a previous post. It's a real problem, but ultimately I know that we're suppose to strike a balance between the two. During the exam period, the one who stresses too much and is unable to study is probably 'swinging' (a sense of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/6552361329472019567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=6552361329472019567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6552361329472019567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6552361329472019567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/09/emotions-vs-practicality.html' title='Emotions vs. Practicality'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-1966804273881057249</id><published>2004-09-01T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Work On Sabbath, Including God's?</title><summary type='text'>Hmm...this is quite a problem. We know very well that in observing the Sabbath, we're not suppose to do any work. So if you're a manager, you stop managing, and a director stops directing. That makes sense, but what if you're a Christian minister?In chapter 31 of the Book of Exodus, God speaks of His chosen man in the building of the tabernacle. It is an honourable work, and in perfect sense, it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/1966804273881057249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=1966804273881057249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/1966804273881057249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/1966804273881057249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/09/no-work-on-sabbath-including-god.html' title='No Work On Sabbath, Including God&amp;#39;s?'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-895032383838176262</id><published>2004-08-28T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Democracy or Christ's Sovereignty?</title><summary type='text'>I am now caught in a great confusion. My life does not seem so clear anymore. Am I starting to give up faith for the wisdom of the world? Sometimes, it just seems to be that human knowledge is so much more appealing than the wisdom of God. Am I to choose between democracy or Christ's Sovereignty? Jesus said that it is difficult for the rich to enter the kingdom of God. Indeed, this is true. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/895032383838176262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=895032383838176262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/895032383838176262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/895032383838176262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/08/democracy-or-christ-sovereignty.html' title='Democracy or Christ&amp;#39;s Sovereignty?'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-5599232171229033320</id><published>2004-07-23T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirage Or Oasis</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I know that it has been a long time since I made an entry, and it's becoming part of my blogging really. It's like our lives. Sometimes we're just full of fervour about things, yet other times, we can't really be bothered with anything else except keeping ourselves alive physically. It is part of our lives and there's no point controlling this 'phenomenon' too much. This 'phenomenon', I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/5599232171229033320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=5599232171229033320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5599232171229033320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5599232171229033320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/07/mirage-or-oasis.html' title='Mirage Or Oasis'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-7324415629230820732</id><published>2004-05-27T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results (continued...)</title><summary type='text'>I ain't have any problem with my results. In fact, I should be more than thankful for it, as it is purely God's blessings and I have done nothing so as to deserve it. Of course, I know that I can do better, especially when I focus my attention over my English performance. That's probably the subject that really sticks out like a sore thumb.63.8% for English. That's really disappointing to know. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/7324415629230820732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=7324415629230820732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7324415629230820732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7324415629230820732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/05/results-continued.html' title='Results (continued...)'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-6090833248015116353</id><published>2004-05-27T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><summary type='text'>I've finally got my complete semesteral results today on a report card. L1R5: 15. And the rest goes like this:English B4Chinese A2Combined Humanities A2Geography(Core) B3Elementary Mathematics A1Additional Mathematics E8Physics C5Chemistry B3L1R5 15Soli Deo Gloria</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/6090833248015116353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=6090833248015116353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6090833248015116353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6090833248015116353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/05/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-5559141427288040267</id><published>2004-05-23T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cessation of Fruit Bearing</title><summary type='text'>Very much, my current spiritual status would be a period of non-life application approach to biblical teachings, and maybe even a lack of spiritual fulfillment.I am no longer the kid that I knew of myself the previous years when I would just be enthusiastic in sharing and serving. It is as though I have come into my very own 'spiritual desert' as many people described.But thankfully, with an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/5559141427288040267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=5559141427288040267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5559141427288040267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5559141427288040267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/05/cessation-of-fruit-bearing.html' title='Cessation of Fruit Bearing'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-6060384684930883018</id><published>2004-05-23T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Careful With Words</title><summary type='text'>Concerning my previous entry about my thoughts on a quote from C.S. Lewis, I would wish to review it sometime again according to his context in the book. This is needed especially since I have forgotten some of its content during my previous entry. Furthermore, to produce such a statement against an authority in English Language would be as good as throwing an egg against a rock. Thus, I am quite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/6060384684930883018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=6060384684930883018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6060384684930883018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6060384684930883018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/05/careful-with-words.html' title='Careful With Words'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-27517681688137828</id><published>2004-05-22T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Man, Bad Man</title><summary type='text'>Sometime ago, I quoted C.S. Lewis on my MSN nickname, saying,'Good people know about both good and evil: bad people do not know about either.' But after a while, I began to have some thoughts about it.If a bad person did not know both good and evil, on what basis is he a bad person at all, since he wouldn't know that what he was doing was wrong in the first place. And in fact this would lead to a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/27517681688137828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=27517681688137828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/27517681688137828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/27517681688137828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/05/good-man-bad-man.html' title='Good Man, Bad Man'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-2926402764061295815</id><published>2004-05-19T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Exam Obligations</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it has been several days since my main paper ended, and my personal post exam activities has also started. But instead of going out of my firends everyday (which I didn't do at all), I stayed at home the past few days accept for the many solo trips to different Christian bookstores (haven't been to SKS yet). I've bought two books so far. 'Paul, A Novel' and 'How To Read The Bible For All Its</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/2926402764061295815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=2926402764061295815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2926402764061295815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2926402764061295815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/05/post-exam-obligations.html' title='Post Exam Obligations'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-3755155048422656101</id><published>2004-05-13T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Heavy Paper Day</title><summary type='text'>It's the last day of the exams with a heavy paper. But it's really too heavy for anyone to withstand. Chinese and Geography Paper 2. Get real my school, it's not going to work! But, they're expecting us to have prepared for it earlier. And I haven't.Today's paper was a disaster. It was really tough. But the others said it was fine. Well, maybe I haven't done enough revision. I can sense that my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/3755155048422656101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=3755155048422656101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3755155048422656101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3755155048422656101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/05/last-heavy-paper-day.html' title='Last Heavy Paper Day'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-285105343424371507</id><published>2004-05-12T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Midst of Exams</title><summary type='text'>Even as I go about updating my blog after not doing so for so long, I really still have my Chemistry revision at the back of my mind. But this could be a good way of having a break.I really like the new skins that blogger offer. Although this isn't exactly original anymore, but it's still cool.I seem to be at a lost of words, not knowing what to say after my cessation of blogging. Maybe I could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/285105343424371507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=285105343424371507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/285105343424371507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/285105343424371507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/05/in-midst-of-exams.html' title='In the Midst of Exams'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-2780048474086534331</id><published>2004-04-23T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesonality Disorders</title><summary type='text'>DisorderRatingParanoid:ModerateSchizoid:LowSchizotypal:LowAntisocial:ModerateBorderline:LowHistrionic:ModerateNarcissistic:ModerateAvoidant:LowDependent:ModerateObsessive-Compulsive:High-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/2780048474086534331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=2780048474086534331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2780048474086534331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2780048474086534331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/04/pesonality-disorders.html' title='Pesonality Disorders'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-7615475846977748747</id><published>2004-03-17T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MASTERMIND(Submissive Introvert Abstract Thinker ) Like just 8% of the population you are a MASTERMIND (SIAT). You can be silent and withdrawn, but behind your reserved exterior lies an active mind that allows you to analyze situations and come up with creative, unexpected solutions. Normal people call this "scheming." Don't learn German. Anyway, your sense of style and originality are your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/7615475846977748747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=7615475846977748747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7615475846977748747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7615475846977748747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/03/mastermind-submissive-introvert.html' title=''/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-6042627695715543673</id><published>2004-02-15T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life hasn't been at its best lately. Right now, even as I type this at 10:14 pm on Sunday night, I have my chinese composition at the back of my mind.Recently, I've been having satisfaction. Satisfaction that I haven't had for a long time. Yet, incomplete satisfaction. My life consists of school, band and school and band. (now, not so much of band anymore) But obviously, there is something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/6042627695715543673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=6042627695715543673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6042627695715543673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6042627695715543673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/02/life-hasnt-been-at-its-best-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-6134888055439246052</id><published>2004-01-31T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's YF programme was Lifestyle talk: Sex and Relationships. Conclusion is that I am critical of relationships happening at my age. And I felt as though I've just been persuaded by someone that love is possible. I never did deny love though, no matter how hardened I am towards it, it still existent. And I can never deny the goodness in it. Yet, I seriously don't want to be bothered. Either way</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/6134888055439246052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=6134888055439246052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6134888055439246052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6134888055439246052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/01/todays-yf-programme-was-lifestyle-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-3135827235446166521</id><published>2004-01-28T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just reached home about 45 minutes ago. School life is rather traumatising. Even now, as I sit down here typing, I have 350 more pages of 'The Count of Monte Cristo' to finish. If I was like a few of my friends, it wouldn't be a problem. But in my case, it'll be quite a feat to finish this book by tomorrow. But no point putting myself through such anxiety. What is a small percentage of CA marks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/3135827235446166521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=3135827235446166521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3135827235446166521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/3135827235446166521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/01/just-reached-home-about-45-minutes-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-885339804740532121</id><published>2004-01-28T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QuoteThe world's greatest separation is not death but it is that I am standing right in front of you and you don't know that I love you.The world's greatest separation is not that I am standing right in front of you and you don't know I love you but it is that we both know we love each other but can't be together.The world's greatest separation is not that we both know we love each other but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/885339804740532121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=885339804740532121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/885339804740532121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/885339804740532121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/01/quote-worlds-greatest-separation-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-2694778518141341513</id><published>2004-01-24T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you're a child, you're less aware of the bigger picture. Even if the world is painted as a big mural right in front of you, a child will only run close up to the painting and see what's in front of him only. It may be just a small part depicting some warmth and joy, but that's all it matters to a child. There's only so much, so far a child may be able to see. As you grow up, you learn to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/2694778518141341513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=2694778518141341513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2694778518141341513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2694778518141341513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/01/when-youre-child-youre-less-aware-of.html' title=''/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-8031804627942466927</id><published>2004-01-18T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have no idea why I decided to come back again. Just wanted some source of recreation I guess. Although at this point in time, I shouldn't be talking about recreation, I have two chinese essays to complete and here I am typing away at 9.30pm. Argh...can't get into the mood of doing work, well at least it's just Chinese work I guess. I think I really need to put down band life soon so I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/8031804627942466927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=8031804627942466927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8031804627942466927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/8031804627942466927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-have-no-idea-why-i-decided-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-2631014805326940555</id><published>2004-01-18T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Form 9, Vampire: The Undying."And The Vampire was all that remained onthe blood drowned creation.  She attempted toregrow life from the dead.  But as she wasabout to give the breath of life, she wasconsumed in the flame of The Phoenix and thecycle began again."Some examples of the Vampire Form are Hades (Greek)and Isis (Egyptian).The Vampire is associated with the concept ofdeath, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/2631014805326940555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=2631014805326940555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2631014805326940555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2631014805326940555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/01/you-are-form-9-vampire-undying.html' title=''/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-2291537352468865945</id><published>2004-01-14T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok...just want to announce that I'm gonna abandon my blog. It's been quite a useful to in seeking attention. And at the same time, it kinda diminshes my social life. Either way, I don't have time for it anymore, so people, there's no need to pop by anymore...you're not gonna get anything. So take care and May the God of peace be with you all!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/2291537352468865945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=2291537352468865945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2291537352468865945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2291537352468865945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-7957017046621330796</id><published>2004-01-01T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally the new year. 2004. Amidst all the celebration and changes that are soon to take place, I have to say that I am not ready. My heart is still troubled. Over what I am not sure. But I do not feel peace. Which is contrary to what the watchnight message was talking about, and what everyone was wishing each other when the clock struck 12.Didn't sleep last night. It was the YF watchnight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/7957017046621330796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=7957017046621330796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7957017046621330796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7957017046621330796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2004/01/finally-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-1788771083368550232</id><published>2003-12-30T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have finally started on my homework. But to much disppointment, I am unable to complete all my E. Math by today. Which means I'll have to eat into tomorrow. But then again, I'll have to do my Chemistry as well. Gosh...what trouble have I brought upon myself.Oops...realised that it's past 12. Which means by today's meant the day before. Oh well, yesterday then, was rather boring. I mean besides </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/1788771083368550232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=1788771083368550232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/1788771083368550232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/1788771083368550232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-have-finally-started-on-my-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-7010455167386135761</id><published>2003-12-29T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel cold. Not because of the air-conditioner in my room, nor the weather. But my heart is cold. Cold from within. I cannot understand at all the warmth of care and concern.My social life is breaking down. I feel anti-social. It is not my intent to talk to anyone at all. I'm satisfied with the few people I can talk to. But now, they all seem to be walking away. I can only feel loniness. I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/7010455167386135761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=7010455167386135761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7010455167386135761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7010455167386135761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-feel-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-7408137804339166850</id><published>2003-12-25T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to be your whitelighter, your angel.</title><summary type='text'>It's Christmas. Just 6 more days to the new year, 2004. Where all would start anew.Looks like I hit the hot topics this week. And my previous entry was probably a must read special edition for many people. So much so that people actually gather and read it together. Pretty amusing, I would have to say. But not many understood fully how I felt when I typed everything on that day. I thank this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/7408137804339166850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=7408137804339166850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7408137804339166850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/7408137804339166850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-just-want-to-be-your-whitelighter.html' title='I just want to be your whitelighter, your angel.'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-2821434240374802100</id><published>2003-12-23T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic Forms</title><summary type='text'>I am heroic couplets; most preciseAnd fond of order. Planned and structured. Nice.I know, of course, just what I want; I know,As well, what I will do to make it so.This doesn't mean that I attempt to shunExcitement, entertainment, pleasure, fun;But they must keep their place, like all the rest;They might be good, but ordered life is best. What Poetry Form Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/2821434240374802100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=2821434240374802100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2821434240374802100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/2821434240374802100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2003/12/poetic-forms.html' title='Poetic Forms'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-5268890890794855926</id><published>2003-12-22T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling like Air Particles</title><summary type='text'>My life is in constant motion. Falling away, and the next moment coming back together. Then fall away again...like air particles moving at high speeds in random motions. And right now, I just feel that I'm losing control of my own life. But that's no problem, cause most of the time I would be able to gather it back. But there are just certain things I wish to address.As many who know me would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/5268890890794855926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=5268890890794855926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5268890890794855926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/5268890890794855926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2003/12/feeling-like-air-particles.html' title='Feeling like Air Particles'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-1020305869338155359</id><published>2003-12-09T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Life</title><summary type='text'>I think my life kinda got interesting again. Which means I won't be so settled anymore. With more people walking into my life, I can't live with so much certainty anymore.Have been thinking about the same thing and people for the past few days until now. It's like I just can't get it out of my mind. Oh well.Anyway, have to introduce a new member of my life story. Esther is a sweet Chrisitian girl</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/1020305869338155359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=1020305869338155359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/1020305869338155359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/1020305869338155359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2003/12/interesting-life.html' title='Interesting Life'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-9117385338216472816</id><published>2003-12-02T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><summary type='text'>What Nervous Habit are You? Find out!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/9117385338216472816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=9117385338216472816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/9117385338216472816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/9117385338216472816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2003/12/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687487822144385216.post-6227345630887908310</id><published>2003-11-22T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:18.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><summary type='text'>Argh...today started with me waking up with a pain in my wrist, and it still hurts now as I press on the keyboard. Probably due to my terrible sleeping position and getting my hand squashed under my body. Oh well, hope it heals soon. Either that, long enough for me to miss my performance on 6th December. I don't wanna perform without being able to practise.YF for today was Bible Study and Student</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/feeds/6227345630887908310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2687487822144385216&amp;postID=6227345630887908310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6227345630887908310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687487822144385216/posts/default/6227345630887908310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leofu.blogspot.com/2003/11/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>leo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tNs3PD7JfFw/SV4b8y-tDxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rRqak6_teLg/S220/n599176772_1289678_6505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
