<?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-6237239</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:57:06.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey in the Rock</title><subtitle type='html'>Like honey in the rock 
Sweet honey in the rock
Oh he taste like honey in the rock
Come taste and see that the Lord is good
Oh he taste like honey in the rock.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-6730440829130801254</id><published>2007-04-26T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:18:03.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's time to moveHi all, I've decided to "glycerol stock" this blog and move to a new home. Here is my new home: www.upwardsandoutwards.blogspot.com HoneyintheRock has been web home to me for almost 4 years now and has chronicled some major important parts of my uni life. I'm thankful to God for seeing me through these 4 years. It's funny because this blog started out with the intention of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/6730440829130801254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/6730440829130801254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6730440829130801254' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-463179464648405826</id><published>2007-04-25T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:35:01.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mystery of the invisible smokerI'm fully convinced in my mind that there is a incorrigible smoker staying either one level above or below my room. I'm so choked every few hours it's puffing my lungs out. And when i go down everytime i smell the smoke to find out who this smoker is, i can't seem to find anyone smoking at the window! The smoker is invisible. I think i need to find other means to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/463179464648405826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/463179464648405826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#463179464648405826' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-329553996708889841</id><published>2007-04-03T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:01:58.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Self esteem or Christ esteemI just keep on thinking why God allow me to go through such a horrible year of ups and downs? From having my energy zapped away by that centrifuge, to the rantings and complaints, to the discouragements of having screwed up results, right down to being defeated by a supposed grade one question of " who discovered penicillin?"How bad can this get? When one whole year of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/329553996708889841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/329553996708889841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#329553996708889841' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-7487339498135064901</id><published>2007-03-06T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T08:26:44.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waking up to the almost full moonlight piercing through the window panes, harsh and unsparing,  i stood up to meet the new day. Not even the sun has the courage yet to rise up to the new day. Lord, what can i do today?My assays don't work...Picking up a prized possession of the book "Why ask why" for a birthday present, i flipped through. Hmm... good fodder for the soul this morning. Grabbed my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/7487339498135064901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/7487339498135064901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7487339498135064901' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-5655359067519284244</id><published>2007-03-05T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T11:48:10.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The task of writing up my thesis now seems like a Mt Everest too hard to surmount. Plus the daily pressure from the worries of not getting the last part out in time, and having results here there everywhere but nowhere near completion, with no complete storyline to fill the thesis. adn lousy hands that resulted in shabby data. I asked God: How, Lord? This seems to difficult for me. I can't.In the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/5655359067519284244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/5655359067519284244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5655359067519284244' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-1482956428658560320</id><published>2007-02-16T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:21:36.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the Mood for CNY - round the NTUC in one hour.Act 1 Of prawn balls (and the lack of it)*Dong qiang*Heading home from a wonderful bookworm afternoon *ring ring*Mum: (raised voice) HARLOW??!!!... when you reach alj, can you check out the fishball shop? Haven't got prawn ball or the crab ball(scringe at the prospect of NOT having prawn balls for steamboat)HITR: (Smiles widely) OH... haven't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/1482956428658560320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/1482956428658560320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1482956428658560320' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-1814959611470713781</id><published>2007-01-06T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:52:06.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thai Express. Canoeing gals outing. It's strange things feel different yet the same even after so long. It's been 6 long years and still gatherings have not dissipated into thin air. It's a joy to be able to meet everyone again after so long, with a few record highs:9/11 turned up. Kudos to an all time record high turnout!!! All thanks to taby's contribution! And mine probably. I still don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/1814959611470713781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/1814959611470713781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#1814959611470713781' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-116530890673571774</id><published>2006-12-05T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:55:06.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is strange how a person can continue to live a down-in-the-dumps life after knowing Christ. This cannot be! If Christ promise a life of peace and joy in him, then a truly converted life is one that is dynamic, active, going on to higher ground, unless of course a person claims to be in Christ but never really knew this God who loves him. If a person never really knew God yet persisted in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/116530890673571774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/116530890673571774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116530890673571774' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-116477010855308122</id><published>2006-11-29T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T11:15:08.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“We have a strange illusion that time cancels sins, but mere time does nothing either to the fact or the guilt of sin.  The guilt is washed out not by time but by repentance and the blood of Jesus Christ.”  - C.S.LewisYield not to temptation, for yielding is sin;Each victory will help you some other to win;Fight manfully onward, dark passions subdue,Look ever to Jesus, He’ll carry you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/116477010855308122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/116477010855308122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116477010855308122' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-116473247042756833</id><published>2006-11-29T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T00:47:50.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After one hour of boiling in the preposterous-ness of a certain someone not studying and still getting first class honours, i've decided it's no use to compare. In eternity, these things do not matter, but my attitude towards these things does.I must be content with God alone.What a difference you made in my life What a difference you made in my life You’re my sunshine day and night Oh what a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/116473247042756833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/116473247042756833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116473247042756833' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-116472356848597895</id><published>2006-11-28T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:19:28.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after one round of immunology revision, staring at the past year papers make me look like a complete idiot!!! I have no recollection at all of what i studied. just 30 hours away from crunchtime. Will i make stand the test? Usual round of exam nightmares have begun: this time, sepia coloured, Dr Lu standing right in front, dark cloud looming, matric no filled, "YOU MAY BEGIN". Flip over....oh it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/116472356848597895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/116472356848597895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116472356848597895' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-116436000066835001</id><published>2006-11-24T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T17:20:00.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things before turning 24 (5 Mar 2008)</title><summary type='text'>5 things before turning 24 (5 Mar 2008)1. Finish Romance of theThree Kingdoms2. Visit Mt Kinabalu3. Driving license4. Finish MCAT5. Learn to blade over an east coast hump</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/116436000066835001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/116436000066835001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116436000066835001' title='5 things before turning 24 (5 Mar 2008)'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-115738767267789168</id><published>2006-09-05T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T00:34:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If i can sing this song anywhere in the world, i hope to sing this while witnessing aurora borealis in the Alaskan skies, or those lofty mountains in Nepal. Dear God, even if i don't get to see it now, i know it is there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/115738767267789168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/115738767267789168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115738767267789168' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-115738727670106892</id><published>2006-09-05T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T00:27:56.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Artist: Chris Tomlin Song: Indescribable Album: Arriving [" Arriving " CD] From the highest of heights to the depths of the sea Creation's revealing Your majesty From the colors of fall to the fragrance of spring Every creature unique in the song that it sings All exclaiming Indescribable, uncontainable, You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name. You are amazing God All powerful, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/115738727670106892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/115738727670106892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115738727670106892' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-115713024459330267</id><published>2006-09-02T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:04:04.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.C.S. Lewis</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/115713024459330267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/115713024459330267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115713024459330267' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-115505566824452529</id><published>2006-08-09T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:47:48.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a final-year student  and summations of a last proper holiday</title><summary type='text'>I have to come to terms with this, especially just 5 days to the closing of my last proper school holidays, that i am not ever going to have the luxury of having long school holidays - EVER!!! And so it shall be then, after a long 3 months that has been the fastest yet in all my NUS days. In the whirlwind of 3 months, it has been a fruitful and tiring journey. I try to count the number of days i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/115505566824452529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/115505566824452529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115505566824452529' title='confessions of a final-year student  and summations of a last proper holiday'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-114938475323844348</id><published>2006-06-04T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T09:32:33.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adventures of Green WonderlandI have decided while jogging today that movies (okay with the exception of X-men 3 and Superman) and shopping can't do much at relaxing the mind. So i have decided to embark on a new project: starting up my own lady's finger plant! Walked into a flower shop and intrigued by the flowers and nice pots and green pretty things. Wow what about starting a mini jungle at my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114938475323844348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114938475323844348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114938475323844348' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-114938409393188104</id><published>2006-06-03T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T09:22:53.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ten things i rediscovered or never knew about myself1. I really am very lazy. i often don't like to think on the spot. "okay lemme go home and digest." Thinking on the spot could really save a lot of time.2. I really am very slow worker. A header/ footer insertion in microsoft word could take me half an hour!3. I can actually survive on 4-5 hours of sleep and still function in the day. That </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114938409393188104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114938409393188104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114938409393188104' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-114701889926325679</id><published>2006-05-07T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T01:02:14.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>K took her first Holy Communion today. Initially nervous of not being discerning and clean before God, but the good ol' book reassured K of the Master's acceptance into His household."For those who have received Jesus Christ as their Lord and Saviour and have been baptised into his body, please come forward to partake the holy communion"A tiny gasp of air... yes Lord, i come before you... and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114701889926325679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114701889926325679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114701889926325679' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y234/honeyintherock/baptism/th_b16747e6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-114615427624443153</id><published>2006-04-28T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:11:16.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 down... 1 more to go...I'm enjoying days like this studying for exams. They are in short a pig's life:7 - 9 am     Quiet time, newspaper, breakfast, check mail9-11            study11-12          sleep12-1            study   1-2              lunch2-4              study4-5              sleep/tuition5-7              study7-8              TV8-11            study11-1            winding down, bed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114615427624443153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114615427624443153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114615427624443153' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-114615359134964315</id><published>2006-04-27T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:02:32.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The gospel (according to judas?). Maybe it's a personal problem</title><summary type='text'>Spoke over the phone with a sister who is deeply concerned over the scores of people who have taken exceptional interest in the texts and literature of today that shakes the foundations of Christianity. Gospel of Judas... Da Vinci code... Wow... as what crusade materials have mentioned (paraphrased): never has there been such an opportunity and avenue as wide as this to be able to talk about God </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114615359134964315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114615359134964315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114615359134964315' title='The gospel (according to judas?). Maybe it&apos;s a personal problem'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-114563498089784265</id><published>2006-04-21T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:56:20.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scatter brains</title><summary type='text'>a scattering of random thoughts for the weekon sisters getting naggier by the day"eh you don't go and bathe now later grow old get rheumatism den u know""Eh how come you still using computer?"Since when did my sister start nagging at me like that? Maybe she has really grown up... and gasp.. me the reverse? I just found out my sis's the nagger in class... No wonder.. She has grown old and naggy...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114563498089784265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114563498089784265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114563498089784265' title='scatter brains'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-114519739222703459</id><published>2006-04-16T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:26:15.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death and resurrection - and then the every today</title><summary type='text'>Today is a very special day for me in sealing my commitment to Christ as shown through the outward expression of baptism. I've waited and pined for this day for so long, finally to stand at the beach, looking out to the waters to know that in there i will immerse and bury my old life together with Christ in his death and emerge to identify with Christ in his resurrection. The moment of going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114519739222703459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114519739222703459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114519739222703459' title='Death and resurrection - and then the every today'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-114259483771707049</id><published>2006-03-17T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:01:32.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to all who asked for updates..</title><summary type='text'>hi to all who asked for updates... You know how i'm a no-frills person.. so to keep it short and snappy, why don't i share with you the people that i've been spending time with, besides this sweat thingy that i've been telling you guys about, life's never been better with God growing me in so many different areas of my life. It's not always been easy but God has been really good to be patient </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114259483771707049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114259483771707049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114259483771707049' title='Here&apos;s to all who asked for updates..'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-114259381515212634</id><published>2006-03-17T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:29:14.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If your life were a movie, will it be a good one?adapted from TV navy ad</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114259381515212634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/114259381515212634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114259381515212634' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-112196651073678382</id><published>2005-07-22T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T01:21:50.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Our first week with the jakarta team. more of a honeymoon actually. It's great to know of brothers and sisters in Christ so far and different from me.Noah's ark! Hmmmm.... glorious oranges!!!!! It was a small orange plantation we visited.. oranges straight from the trees! Better than sunkist! okay they are slightly sfferent taste more like mandarin oranges.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/112196651073678382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/112196651073678382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112196651073678382' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-112196561600139352</id><published>2005-07-22T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T01:06:56.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Father, make of me a crisis man. Bring those I contact to decision. Let me not be a milepost on a single road; make me a fork, that men must turn one way or another on facing Christ in me. Jim Elliot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/112196561600139352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/112196561600139352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112196561600139352' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-111677059070069197</id><published>2005-05-22T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T22:10:58.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sunday of difference</title><summary type='text'>wa.... Holidays??? where got holidays????? A lot of time? where got a lot of time??? It's really exasperating to realise that 3 months of holidays don't exactly add up to three months. All my slots in june and july has been taken up!!!! yet at the same time, it's exciting to know that holidays will not be a time vegetating or wasting away. Good good. It's gonna be adventurous!! will post photos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/111677059070069197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/111677059070069197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111677059070069197' title='A sunday of difference'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-111643980096974300</id><published>2005-05-19T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T02:10:00.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sprouting poetry</title><summary type='text'>now this is one cool poem i encountered this semester, by Gerard Manley Hopkins. Well let's jsut say that he writes a lot about God and glorification, coming from a Jesuit background"As Kingfishers Catch Fire, Dragonflies Draw Flame"As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme;As tumbled over rim in roundy wellsStones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell'sBow swung finds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/111643980096974300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/111643980096974300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111643980096974300' title='sprouting poetry'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-111643862342157083</id><published>2005-05-19T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T01:50:23.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex education still trendy???!!!</title><summary type='text'>Just saw an advertisement on a documentary discussing the ignorance of youths regarding in regards to sexuality. Teen sex on the rise... Girl throws baby down building... April fools' joke turned out more than just a joke...Whatever happened to youths these days??? I only recalled falling asleep in class (hope teachers are not reading this!) and probably a few friendship problems here and there, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/111643862342157083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/111643862342157083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111643862342157083' title='Sex education still trendy???!!!'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-111634353636590261</id><published>2005-05-17T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T02:06:04.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sampak Club aka pinky QCP</title><summary type='text'>Heh.. this is not very hip la.. staircase and all.. but it speaks of the personality of each person very well i think..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/111634353636590261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/111634353636590261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111634353636590261' title='Sampak Club aka pinky QCP'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-110502674862101311</id><published>2005-01-06T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T23:52:28.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><summary type='text'>Had really hoped to give this place a facelift... Couldn't find a nice one in a short time, so forget it. Maybe the substance is more important than the appearance rite?Someone asked: Why did God allow such a disaster to take place? Isn't God in control? Yes. Isn't He a loving God? Yes. Is it God's wrath? I don't know. But i do know one thing for sure: God has his plan for everyone, including </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/110502674862101311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/110502674862101311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110502674862101311' title='Why?'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-110476889332080589</id><published>2005-01-04T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T00:14:53.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye holiday the second</title><summary type='text'>Hello everybody!!!!!!!!!! finally 4 weeks into holidays and one final week, i finally have time to update this blog. Doesn't really make sense to blog like 5 days to the semester but this is better than not starting at all. yes i do agree it's difficult to keep in contact and meet up face to face, so this is a good way of keeping u updated of all the things that's happened in my life. Hey </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/110476889332080589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/110476889332080589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110476889332080589' title='Goodbye holiday the second'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-109154898955621326</id><published>2004-08-03T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T00:03:09.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world in my hands</title><summary type='text'>The whole world has landed in my room!Guess why? Yup...am glad with the purchase of a huge world map. The world is now in my hands...Just flew from the icelands of Alaska to the prairies of California all the way to quaint Turkey. Hopped over to Nepal before landing at Cape town...Ah.. St.. petersburg next! Ha ha had great fun pouring over the map and letting the imagination run wild. Look at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/109154898955621326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/109154898955621326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154898955621326' title='The world in my hands'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-109154824067296207</id><published>2004-08-03T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:50:40.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye holiday</title><summary type='text'>Good bye holiday.. i Bid you a fond farewell.... muackz! Thou hast been good to me. Thy hand provideth me riches of His word, shown me the majesties of His creation, allowed me pleasures ever more and days of sleeping in. Hmm.... how sweet...Boo hoo.. soon you'll be gone in a jiffy.. 3 months just like that! Now a new phase Year 2! Wonder how this new chapter will kick off. How will this ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/109154824067296207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/109154824067296207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154824067296207' title='Goodbye holiday'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-109033955159838268</id><published>2004-07-21T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T00:05:51.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops...</title><summary type='text'>Oh dear.. those who wanna read The Lost Princess... sorry can't seem to get it linked properly. You can google search " The Wise Woman" and viola! a few line down you see " The Wise Woman complete e-text... Yes that 's the one!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/109033955159838268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/109033955159838268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109033955159838268' title='oops...'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-108999659868709326</id><published>2004-07-17T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T00:49:58.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy tales</title><summary type='text'>When was the last time you ever read a fairy tale?  Had a great time today ploughing through "The Lost Princess" by George MacDonald. It's a fantastic story about how a horrible shrew Princess Rosamond was tamed by the Wise Woman through various encounters:  the princess was slowly transformed from an ugly dull girl to being a true princess, beautiful in form and character. Identified with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108999659868709326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108999659868709326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108999659868709326' title='Fairy tales'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-108990839141001666</id><published>2004-07-16T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T00:23:45.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutored </title><summary type='text'>Here's a thanksgiving for the second session of tuition with my tuition kids. Phew! not easy dealing with vectors.. can't really remember them all. Wondered how i ever got past o-levels...Felt really good as i identified with the kids some important techniques and types of questions. Felt good that i had done it with my own smartness. But thank God for bringing me back to reality: Pride is to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108990839141001666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108990839141001666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108990839141001666' title='Tutored '/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-108990771489642241</id><published>2004-07-15T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T00:23:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman Spiderman</title><summary type='text'>Now Spiderman 2's the bomb! The jingle's real cute"Spiderman Spiderman Where are you Spiderman"Okay this is SO much better than Spiderman 1... Except so many things were revealed in part 2 i wonder how they are ever gonna match up in part 3. Mary Jane knows about him, his best friend's his enemy... hmm how are they gonna make this interesting in part 3?Really loved the hero theme in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108990771489642241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108990771489642241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108990771489642241' title='Spiderman Spiderman'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-108909861080963630</id><published>2004-07-06T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T15:23:30.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattered inklings</title><summary type='text'>Football's quite enjoyable to watch when they do close-ups of how people kick the ball. It's really quite cool. Jasmine's always wanted Portugal to win after spat of shirt-less Ronaldo photos over the past few days. The sports jounalist must be going ga-ga over him, judging from the many shirt-less photos. Okay i admit he's quite cute too. Hmm i still like Figo's intense look when he plays... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108909861080963630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108909861080963630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108909861080963630' title='Scattered inklings'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-108817851477874449</id><published>2004-06-25T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T23:48:34.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi blogspot!</title><summary type='text'>Tata! I'm back after one and a half months... So where have i disappeared to? Well apart from a week of church camp and holidaying at Gemia, i'm rooted to the sunny shores of Singapore running here and there.A retreat into Gemia did a great job at lifting my spirits and allowing me to marvel at the wonders of God's creation underwater. I saw Nemos and Dories, and swordfish and Christmas Tree </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108817851477874449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108817851477874449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108817851477874449' title='hi blogspot!'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-108444392674596765</id><published>2004-05-13T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T19:51:35.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To hold eternity in thy hands.</title><summary type='text'>"Heaven above is softer blueEarth around is sweeter greenSomething lives in every hueChristless eyes have never seenBirds with gladder songs o'erflowFlowers with deeper beauty shineSince i know as now i knowI am His, and He is mine."Beautiful hymn from G. Wade Robinson. To behold nature as God's wonderful creation and to know that i belong to God. Yearning to be in a place of such </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108444392674596765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108444392674596765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108444392674596765' title='To hold eternity in thy hands.'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-108403306415361297</id><published>2004-05-09T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T00:22:13.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWF</title><summary type='text'>Oh horrors!!!!What is Mediacorp showing to people these days? Turned on the telly and was waiting for my weekly dose of Scrubs when i realised that they moved it to an even later timeslot. Sigh... Anyway, that's not the point. The point was: I was horrified at the violence of tt WWF show. EEEKS.... the guy in red shorts was already bleeding profusely from his hand, still his opponent with shaggy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108403306415361297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108403306415361297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108403306415361297' title='WWF'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-108392938688054571</id><published>2004-05-07T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T19:34:14.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith and Prayer</title><summary type='text'>"There is no 'if' in my power, it is in your faith" F.B. MeyerAm particularly thrilled and dumfounded at an answered prayer of a sister. Her leave was approved such that she is now able to go for church camp! What impossibility it seemed last month judging from the circumstances. But God amazed me by showing what he means by "Ask and you shall receive that your joy may be made complete". It is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108392938688054571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108392938688054571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108392938688054571' title='Faith and Prayer'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-108360242014797055</id><published>2004-05-04T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T00:44:31.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mahjong mahjong</title><summary type='text'>Mahjong mahjonghow great thou art thy rounds aplentythat brings more iniquitysuch joy in clackingwhile holidays a slackingmahjong's the one to keep the brains a cracking!Now i know why mahjong is such popular game. I think it can really stimulate the brain.. Hmmm.... what a perfect excuse to play mahjong. Remember those days of that "Joy Luck Club" book. Still cannot figure out what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108360242014797055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108360242014797055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108360242014797055' title='mahjong mahjong'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-108360168527976016</id><published>2004-05-04T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T00:32:17.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The great job hunt</title><summary type='text'>I have found out that my uni friends and i have "so much" in common that our conversations revolve around these:"So what modules are you taking?""Oh this module very easy to score must take to pull up your cap""What do you wanna do after you graduate?""must take up more skills then next time won't lugi""So what are your plans after you graduating?"" Any interviews so far?"" Must </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108360168527976016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108360168527976016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108360168527976016' title='The great job hunt'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-10828993818970232</id><published>2004-04-25T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T21:43:14.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vine and Branches</title><summary type='text'>This particular excerpt has been particularly dear to me for the past few weeks. John 151"I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. 2He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes[1] so that it will be even more fruitful. 3You are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you. 4Remain in me, and I will remain in you. No </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/10828993818970232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/10828993818970232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#10828993818970232' title='The Vine and Branches'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-108273714082056894</id><published>2004-04-24T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T00:25:21.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture Shiok!</title><summary type='text'>Sawat dii kha! [meaning i wish you comfort]Being able to experience another culture totally different from yours is an experience not to be missed. Each culture has its own idiosyncracies, but along with it comes also the graces unique and belonging to the culture alone. Today's visit to ?aacaan Jeab's house proves the point yet again.[?aacaan - thai phonetics, pronounced aah-jarn, means </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108273714082056894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108273714082056894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273714082056894' title='Culture Shiok!'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-108257400842710143</id><published>2004-04-22T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T00:14:24.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 month hiatus</title><summary type='text'>Oh bother...... still don't know how to add an image onto a blog.. this confirms my "IT-unsavvy-ness". it's 3 am and i'm unable to sleep!!!! still too exciting over the start of the holidays.... Never been so excited after exams before! trememdous joy comes out of trememdous suffering...hmm... I think i know exactly what they mean when they say this. Thank God for the strength.  ;)3 movies in 3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108257400842710143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/108257400842710143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108257400842710143' title='2 month hiatus'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-107850316720010868</id><published>2004-03-05T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T00:15:48.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 GOLDEN YEARS!!!!</title><summary type='text'>ha ha sound like some 20th anniversary.. hmm quite true.. 20th anniversary of bringing Xiuying onto earthBeing 20's not too bad after all.... i mean after fumbling around for so long (almost a decade!!) i actually found God in the midst of my teenhood! Albeit a little late, almost towards the end. Wished i had known God much earlier.... But then again, God's timing is always perfect. Wow, God</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107850316720010868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107850316720010868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107850316720010868' title='20 GOLDEN YEARS!!!!'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-107798241962317142</id><published>2004-02-28T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T23:40:47.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where can i run from your presence?</title><summary type='text'>Seems like a long way since i pulled through this entire week...." But seek first His kingdom and his righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you" Matt 6:33This week has been chaotic.... 3 tests, assignments and more portions to fulfill, plus a cell group outing to add to the time stress...How can i taste God's sweetness except through the tough times? If you were not there, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107798241962317142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107798241962317142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107798241962317142' title='Where can i run from your presence?'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-107495468692191281</id><published>2004-01-24T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T22:33:31.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third day of the Chinese New Year and car skid</title><summary type='text'>What a day of adventure and fun...... A typical day actually but thank God for the rest before hitting the books next week onwards.Impressed at the way the older sisters-in-Christ handle a situation that doesn't even seem to bother me at all if they hadn't asked. It was scary.... a car skidded and crashed in the kerb post right in the middle. The whole black-white post was dislodged after the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107495468692191281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107495468692191281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107495468692191281' title='Third day of the Chinese New Year and car skid'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-107314614689892822</id><published>2004-01-04T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T00:10:10.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Times of refreshingHere in your prescenceNo greater blessing than being with youMy soul is restoredMy mind is renewedThere's no greater joy Lordthan being with you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107314614689892822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107314614689892822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107314614689892822' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-107314539726494925</id><published>2004-01-03T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T18:22:12.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living for ETERNITY</title><summary type='text'>This post is for the benefit of those who were not present at youth fellowship today... i felt what was said is so precious.... but for some reason you weren't there to hear it for yourself. i do hope i've not watered down the essence of what was said today so that you might also come alongside with me to experience this adventure that God would want us to have in this new year 2004...One </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107314539726494925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107314539726494925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107314539726494925' title='Living for ETERNITY'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-107253936047842668</id><published>2003-12-27T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T23:36:17.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Routine or rollin' fun</title><summary type='text'>Wow! spectacular saturday. What good can a typical Saturday at church make out of it? I now realise loads!!!! God has been so good to me today.. even though i was so lukewarm in my coming into His gathering of people. " Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for believers in speech, inlife, in love, in faith and in purity" 1 Tim 4:12Today, in foundation, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107253936047842668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107253936047842668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107253936047842668' title='Saturday Routine or rollin&apos; fun'/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-107236600642738296</id><published>2003-12-25T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T23:27:02.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas Eve......What an enjoyable time at the adults' dinner!!!!! so glad to get a journal with the word "Joy" at the gift exchange!!! Yippee...free journal no need to spend money on a new one. singing those good ol' Christmas carols was cool. Never had such motivation to sing " Christmas isn't Christmas till it happens in your heart" till this night, after hearing a sister-in-christ share </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107236600642738296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107236600642738296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107236600642738296' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-107211654140273662</id><published>2003-12-23T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T02:09:46.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I looked at all the other blogs and i marvel at how one blog can reveal so much about the inner man. What one does not dare to say or have no time to express in the public, this is THE platform to complain, rant, rave, praise, shout, lament.On the other hand it is a good way to keep frens updated, though in it i also see much vanity in wanting to make feelings known yet behind the veil. This blog</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107211654140273662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107211654140273662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107211654140273662' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-107211519034969679</id><published>2003-12-23T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T01:46:45.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When i listen to the lyrics of this song, it simply allows me really to take God at His word as a little child of His. "Like honey in the rock", that is how my relationship with God has been in the past 2 years. To plough through the tumultous times and have Him with me, to undergo a change in the way i view my family and let Him lead me, to go through dark times and have Him as my comfort. What </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107211519034969679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107211519034969679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107211519034969679' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6237239.post-107211468874049911</id><published>2003-12-23T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T01:40:33.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like honey in the rocksweet honey in the rockOh He taste like honey in the rockCome taste and seethat the Lord is goodOh he taste like honey in the rock</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107211468874049911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6237239/posts/default/107211468874049911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeyintherock.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107211468874049911' title=''/><author><name>Leng Xiuying Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803202265928984710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___HHaOXc49k/Smnm0r6tioI/AAAAAAAAADg/9phgucHO9rI/S220/DSC00831.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
