<?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-5781279532537797134</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:47:05.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>青年箭队的日记</title><subtitle type='html'>Share your experiences so that other helpers can learn from you and it also serves as an encouragement to them. You never know who will drop by at this blog, a life may be touched, because of what you shared and because you choose to obey God. So pls do not hesitate to write your thoughts/testimonies and send it to touchyoungarrows@gmail.com. Do include photos as well. =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>- Livingstones -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781279532537797134.post-4534616360107925824</id><published>2008-03-23T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:19:50.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival Camp 08 - Delphne</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The YA Survival Camp 2008 really had a great impact on me and I firmly believe the children as well as the assistant counselors.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the beginning of the camp, I was feeling rather down as I received last minute instructions that I had to leave the camp for Band Practices and that really bothered me a lot. Also, the unfamiliarity of the assistant counselors to me added on to the question whether this year’s camp is gonna be successful for the children under me. Lets just say that I began the camp with this sense of doubt in my heart, whether I’ll be able to make an impact in the lives of the children. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When the children arrived on Sunday, I was rather happy to see that the kids in my group were rather enthusiastic and really obedient. I really thanked and praise God for that! During the night games, I started being really upset about some things and what made it worse was the fact that the next day is gonna be an important bonding day with the children, and I will not be there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Monday, I sent the children off and went for my Band Practice. When I came back, what really made me happy was that the children all started telling me about the fun things they did, and what they did during the day. After the night experience, during the counselors meeting, God really did a work in my heart. He really answered my prayer of having a heart for the kids. That night I felt this sense of brokenness in my heart for the children and it really pushed me to love them even more so, though insignificant to the things of this world. The doubt of not being able to be there for my kids was taken away by Jesus and I really felt that if I do my best, God will do the rest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tuesday was a fun day and even though my group was caught in the middle of nowhere thanks to the heavy downpour, my kids really had fun and it allowed me time to talk to a few of them. That night was the campfire. The children from my clan ( AZTECS!) were all hyped up and I too was rather energetic which can only be the strength of God cause I was really tired out. The campfire ended off with thanksgiving and the song Forever Friends. At this point in time, I felt God saying to me that he was pleased with me. I was affirmed when I saw some of my children crying and when I went up to them to hug them, I realized, that even with the little time I spent with them, the impact I had on them was great. And it was all God’s work. What made me even more touched at God’s work was when I saw some of the guy assistant counselors crying at the end of the campfire. I felt indeed, God has done a work in the lives of the people in this camp.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This year’s YA Camp has really been one full of impact on my life. It was amazing to see that even though many things were not carried out as planned due to interference from rain and other obstacles, the impact that we had on the children and even the counselors was great. I have come out of the camp with a heart that has been changed and with God’s Compassion for the children, and I believe that many people in this camp, whether main counselors, kids, assistant counselors, program coordinators, have been greatly impacted by God’s work!! ((:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                                               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Delphne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781279532537797134-4534616360107925824?l=youngarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/4534616360107925824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5781279532537797134&amp;postID=4534616360107925824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/4534616360107925824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/4534616360107925824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/2008/03/survival-camp-08-delphne.html' title='Survival Camp 08 - Delphne'/><author><name>- Livingstones -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781279532537797134.post-5630488666227994023</id><published>2008-03-23T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:17:22.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Club in the East</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;New Club in the East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;On the 23&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; of February 2008 was the opening of TOUCH Young Arrows Bedok. For the past few days, Aunty Joy and I went to do home visits with a staff of Bedok CC who was very excited and supportive of the work we are doing. At first we had less than 10 confirmed applications. Then one day before we got news that it had increase to 21 kids. I was very thankful already. So on that day we gathered at a RC room at Blk 37 Bedok South Ave 2 and prepared to welcome the kids. When we opened the door, there were quite a number of children already. So we welcomed them into the RC room. And that continued for the next hour! And we had 76 kids! We were overwhelmed! There wasn’t enough space!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; was thanking God for the responds, and also showing me that the very neighbourhood I stay has so many needy children! Really thank God for the favour we have we the Bedok CC staff – Jasmine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;There were many Malay and a handful of Chinese Children. They are unexpectedly obedient, at least that what I think.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I also thank God for the volunteers I have in Bedok Club. Although most of them are new volunteers, they are very capable and responsible.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We are in our 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; week. We are still lack of manpower. We are not able to devote our attention of any of them. So really praying for more manpower, so that the children will be able to benefit from club. And Crystal will be heading the second Bedok Club! So exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Really pray that the children in Bedok Club will be living testimonies of the work done by God through TOUCH Young Arrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Vivien Po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Bedok Club Leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781279532537797134-5630488666227994023?l=youngarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/5630488666227994023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5781279532537797134&amp;postID=5630488666227994023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/5630488666227994023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/5630488666227994023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-club-in-east.html' title='New Club in the East'/><author><name>- Livingstones -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781279532537797134.post-1704115975049414878</id><published>2007-11-04T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:11:01.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get together for SUN . SAND . SEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Touch Young Arrows (Youth-phoria) invites all teens from Touch Young Arrows to join us at Sentosa on the 17th November 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign up now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Youth-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;phoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Beach Escapade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:BeachType;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:BeachType;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;Where!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(146, 208, 80); font-weight: bold;font-family:BeachType;font-size:130%;"  &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(146, 208, 80); font-weight: bold;font-family:BeachType;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(146, 208, 80); font-weight: bold;font-family:BeachType;font-size:130%;"  &gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(146, 208, 80); font-weight: bold;font-family:BeachType;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Siloso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(146, 208, 80); font-weight: bold;font-family:BeachType;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Beach)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:BeachType;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:BeachType;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;When!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:BeachType;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(146, 208, 80); font-weight: bold;font-family:BeachType;font-size:130%;"  &gt;17th November 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:BeachType;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:BeachType;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;Time!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:BeachType;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(146, 208, 80); font-weight: bold;font-family:BeachType;font-size:130%;"  &gt;1300 - 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 80, 80);font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What to bring? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 204);font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;"  &gt;- extra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 204);font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;"  &gt;clothings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 204);font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;"  &gt; / $ for entrance fees&lt;br /&gt;(optional) - $ for bicycle rental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 204);font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 204);font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;"  &gt;/ roller blades / soccer  ball / volleyball / food &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 142, 213);font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Come in casual t-shirts and shorts, dinner will be provided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:OogieBoogie;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 51);font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;"  &gt; admission to Songs of the Sea! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 51);font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(U.P $6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;Sms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt; to 82241127 with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;your name, contact no., number of people going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;affiliated Club &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;or contact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;82241127&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt; for more details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;Closing Date for registration: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12th November 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: center; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 255);font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: right; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 176, 240); font-style: italic;font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Brought to you by TOUCH Young Arrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 176, 240);font-family:OogieBoogie;font-size:16;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781279532537797134-1704115975049414878?l=youngarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/1704115975049414878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5781279532537797134&amp;postID=1704115975049414878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/1704115975049414878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/1704115975049414878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/2007/11/lets-get-together-for-sun-sand-sea.html' title='Let&apos;s get together for SUN . SAND . SEA'/><author><name>- Livingstones -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781279532537797134.post-3934551854532845876</id><published>2007-08-18T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:06:16.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TCS Walkathon: child-likeness featuring Keith =)   - Vivien</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RsXUyNHpZlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/erTB_ajKWk4/s1600-h/keith1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099716112047236690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RsXUyNHpZlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/erTB_ajKWk4/s400/keith1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Had a walkathon this morning. God blessed us with good weather, it wasn't too hot nor raining. The ground was muddy in Padang though, and Keith and Darren (the twins in Tampines Club) were making a fussy over it..haha... I was holding on to Keith as we were making our way to sector B. Then when it was time to set out, i was carrying him over the mud. Then becoz his sandals was dirtied with mud, he was so unwilling to walk. Then he was walking on his heels.. hehe... Soon after i was accompanying him and encouraging him to just walk on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Just as we reached esplanade, his young and curious mind starting to question. Why are there so many triangles in esplanade? How to build it? Why are there no squares? haha... so i started to explore with him the answers to his questions. And suddenly he popped a question: Is there God? That was the most interesting question that he has asked. From then on, he was asking me many many questions (i guess more than 50 questions haha..) about God, his creations, Jesus, Heaven and Hell... Every question I answered, it expanded his mind to question more! He is amazing! It is amazing that i was able to answer every of his question, of coz I told him "I dunno" for questions that i got no idea. His child-likeness really warms my heart. Although he has many questions, but when he heard the answers, he will accept it and take it as a new lesson that he has learnt! Many times we have become too smart for our own good... I really pray for such childlike faith! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099715725500180034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RsXUbtHpZkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Zar8zBmVaxk/s400/viv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Keith is one of the naughtier boy in club. He usually doesn't respond to me. Whenever I caught him doing something wrong, he will also struggle and try to avoid me. But today, he was sticking to me the entire outing and always having a question to ask me. Then when i need to attend to somebody, he actually asked another volunteer, who overheard our conversation and joined in, "How come Vivien jie-jie know so much things?" Hahaha... I asked him if he wanted to know Jesus, he shrugged his shoulder. Then I asked him if he wants to go heaven, he said yes! He was aware how to get the passport to heaven after the discussion. Suddenly, I see him as a little angel; I really have the compassion for him. I really pray and hope that Keith will be transformed, and his parents can see the change in him! He now is aware that whenever he does bad things, Satan will be happy and whenever he does good things, God is happy. And immediately he was more aware of his behaviour and he tried to "resist" the devil. He was more well-behaved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When we finally finished the walk, we went back to the bus immediately as we were late. Then I included him into the 100k blessings together with his other twin. And he was happy and seem to understand the options. I asked if he wants to talk to God. He said yes! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099716494299326050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RsXVIdHpZmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eEkNKcIfrdA/s400/keith2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After we arrived at the club, we waited for the rain to lighten. And when it was time for the boys and his mum to go home, I said goodbye to them and see them next week. Then Keith actually turned back to me and said, "See you tmr! Just kidding! hehe... See u next week!" Can't take it man! So cute lah! Hopefully when i see him next week he will continue to rmb our discussion and not be tempted by the evil ones to be naughty. Really don't know how long will he rmb... But shall continue to pray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you LORD for using me as an instrument to teach Keith and other kids. Protect them and watch over them. May their childlike faith lead them to your miracles!&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' Name,&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity"&lt;/em&gt; 1 Tim 4:12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781279532537797134-3934551854532845876?l=youngarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3934551854532845876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5781279532537797134&amp;postID=3934551854532845876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/3934551854532845876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/3934551854532845876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/2007/08/tcs-walkathon-child-likeness-featuring.html' title='TCS Walkathon: child-likeness featuring Keith =)   - Vivien'/><author><name>- Livingstones -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RsXUyNHpZlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/erTB_ajKWk4/s72-c/keith1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781279532537797134.post-3192796725943446671</id><published>2007-04-11T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:06:16.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How we survived the camp! - Li Juan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhxFnpH7R9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/IdO3vIfE5jM/s1600-h/P1010156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051989429359167442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhxFnpH7R9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/IdO3vIfE5jM/s320/P1010156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the toughest camp I had ever planned. I had never been to a children’s camp before and was unsure about what was expected of the camp and of me. Being the PC of this YA camp was a real challenge. Furthermore, we were only given approximately 2 months to plan, and the age range was wider than previous survival camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off the camp feeling nervous because we were unprepared and inexperienced. The introduction of the camp was a make or break for this camp, that was what we thought. When the camp started, we couldn’t set the mood right for the campers and all their excitement level was low. First day was a traumatizing day. Although the programme might seem to be going on smoothly, in actual fact almost nothing was going on as planned. The stress was building up really fast in us. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051991121576282098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhxHKJH7R_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/h0MKmubc1X0/s320/P1010115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;By the second day afternoon, we were all so tired and worn out. The stress was so tremendous in trying to ensure that everything goes on smoothly and to prepare ahead for upcoming activities at the same time. The breaking point came when we couldn’t use the hall for the rest of the camp due to some unforeseen circumstances. This problem can be solved rather easily with some rearrangements, but we just couldn’t cope with any more hiccups and problems. Pastor called for an urgent meeting, and I expected it to be a prayer meeting. Although knowing that we really needed to pray, I was unenthusiastic about it. I was feeling so worn out that I couldn’t even bring myself to pray anymore. When we gathered, we just worshipped the Lord. Every one of us was broken before Him. Our tears just flowed uncontrollably. We cried out for help desperately. We cried out for Him to take away any weariness and burdens. We asked for favor, for strength, for joy to arise in serving. The session really came timely to minister to our souls, to refresh us and I walked out of the classroom knowing that God is in control of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the rest of the camp, I learnt never to take God’s blessings and favor for granted. I learnt how when God is with us, nobody can be against us. The 5 days in camp away from civilization was a time of faith-building as I committed everything to Him wholeheartedly, knowing that I could never do anything for the camp with my own strength. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051990099374065634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhxGOpH7R-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/JK9Bhi1pmlM/s320/P1010162.JPG" border="0" /&gt; With no groups to take care of, the only chances I got to interact with the children are during their breaks and activities like beach-cleaning and hike. Children being children, the mischievous behaviors were all inevitable. Through the short periods of time I got to mingle with them, the children just opened up and were really friendly. Their enthusiasm and excitement were overwhelming (in a good way!). It touched me to see how they can have that simple faith to trust in someone they hardly know, but they just trusted in you with all their hearts. The innocent smiles, the loving hugs, the genuine tears, the sincere “Thank You” and “I Love You” made all the tears, sweat, time and effort worthwhile. This is the toughest camp I had ever planned, yet it is the most rewarding one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never comprehend how every small act of love and concern from you can touch a child’s life so greatly. It can mean nothing to you; it means everything to the child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781279532537797134-3192796725943446671?l=youngarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3192796725943446671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5781279532537797134&amp;postID=3192796725943446671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/3192796725943446671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/3192796725943446671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-we-survived-camp-li-juan.html' title='How we survived the camp! - Li Juan'/><author><name>- Livingstones -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhxFnpH7R9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/IdO3vIfE5jM/s72-c/P1010156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781279532537797134.post-6668505601975879786</id><published>2007-04-10T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:06:16.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabel's first time @ Survival Camp 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhxDYZH7R7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/f2CpE_qdfmY/s1600-h/PICT0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051986968342906802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhxDYZH7R7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/f2CpE_qdfmY/s320/PICT0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I started as a counselor at the camp, I was just a green horn, knowing nothing about handling kids, but through the short four days, I gained a lot. Many lessons were learnt and I brought home many new experiences. Most importantly, it was a testing of my patience-- something that I had put down on my list of things to work on for 2007. And the camp was just the right place for it. Not only did the camp help me work on my patience, it also opened my eyes to see how little acts of concern and words of encouragement and affirmation could impact the kids’ lives. Our words could either break them or make them a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t the only one who gained from this camp. I think my own group of kids benefited a lot from it too. Especially Yang Zhi and Song Yang. During the first day of camp, both of them were two naughty, ‘bo chap’ kids who seem to take pleasure in torturing us by saying that whatever we ask them to do was lame and stupid. But as the days went by, I realized that shouting and getting frustrated at them was pretty useless, thus I decided to use a different approach. Instead of shouting and scolding them, I’ll pull them away from the other group members when they did wrong and talk to them nicely, encouraging them to be good and affirming them when they did the right thing. To my surprise, it worked way better than wasting my breath with countless scoldings. I have to say that I’m very proud of them. I’ve seen them transformed from two nonchalant and rowdy boys into two helpful and quite obedient campers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051988063559567298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhxEYJH7R8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/c8muagJbqpw/s320/P1010316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching their little metamorphosis really encouraged me. A sense of accomplishment filled my heart as I watched the kids head home on the last day. Knowing that I had made an impact in the kids’ life made my time at the camp worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone were to ask me whether I would help out again next year, I would agree without hesitation. Yes, the camp was tiring. But by just knowing how much u can change a kid’s life in just four short days beats all the negative thoughts harbored about the camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781279532537797134-6668505601975879786?l=youngarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/6668505601975879786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5781279532537797134&amp;postID=6668505601975879786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/6668505601975879786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/6668505601975879786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/2007/04/isabels-first-time-survival-camp-2007.html' title='Isabel&apos;s first time @ Survival Camp 2007'/><author><name>- Livingstones -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhxDYZH7R7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/f2CpE_qdfmY/s72-c/PICT0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781279532537797134.post-8112580462958890859</id><published>2007-04-10T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:06:17.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yilin shares her camp moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhspvpH7R5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/0ssDqONt5n8/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051677305495832466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhspvpH7R5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/0ssDqONt5n8/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that this camp is a learning experience for me. I still remember before the camp, I was very unsure of what to expect from this camp. Many times I wondered will I enjoy it? Will it be successful? After the camp briefing that night, I was looking forward to it because I expected it to be very much like those school camps which I have always enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day when the kids arrived, I was lost as I really have no idea how to handle all of them. My mood and thoughts got worse with that hoarse voice of mine, making me really feel like giving up. Well, I am really glad I did not give up. On that night, things got better as we slowly know the kids and know the different approaches to handle them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051677623323412386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="122" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhsqCJH7R6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/XVhpf6xl-mk/s320/P1010201.JPG" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout the camp, I have seen how they become from quiet solitude individuals to a team of young brave warriors caring and looking out for one another. Those kids who got the most lecturing from me are also those who left the deepest memories in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051677099337402242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhspjpH7R4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/G2d5w8SVu8I/s320/IMG_0390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one very touching incident I would like to share. There were 2 kids, Izaac and Balfred in my group. Their parents are friends and so they have known each other for sometime. Izaac being the elder one (1 year older) had been instructed to take care of Balfred. Although they quarrelled a lot (almost all of the time started by Balfred), they actually care for each other. When Izaac stopped halfway and refused to climb the mountain, Balfred went down and pushed him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the camp Izaac took care of Balfred, lending him his cup and helping him take rice, he was also always the one to apologise first when they quarrelled. However Balfred always complained about Izaac. Finally Izaac refused to forgive him on the campfire night and after much persuasion the two of them finally become normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the campfire, Balfred slept on Izaac's lap and when the leader tried to wake Balfred up, Izaac told us not to wake him up and that he would carry Balfred up later. After that, he placed his hand over Balfred's ear, not wanting the noisy atmosphere at the campfire to wake Balfred up. I was so touched by this scene that I almost cried and I felt very proud of him. Despite the bad treatment from Balfred, Izaac forgave him time after time and never hesitate to care for him. He is so young and already he knows how to forgive and forget. It is something&lt;br /&gt;that many adults can never really master. He has reminded me that forgiving someone is a very beautiful thing and that I would like to forgive anyone who had treated me badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this camp had been a wonderful experience for me and I enjoyed it very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781279532537797134-8112580462958890859?l=youngarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/8112580462958890859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5781279532537797134&amp;postID=8112580462958890859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/8112580462958890859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/8112580462958890859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/2007/04/yilin-shares-her-camp-moments.html' title='Yilin shares her camp moments'/><author><name>- Livingstones -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhspvpH7R5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/0ssDqONt5n8/s72-c/IMG_0400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781279532537797134.post-5258651055800555003</id><published>2007-04-10T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:06:18.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genevieve survived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhsoGJH7R2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/CzdywRF74V8/s1600-h/P1010259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051675493019633506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhsoGJH7R2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/CzdywRF74V8/s320/P1010259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, the 4 days camp ended with many a worn out physic, tired expressions and fulfilling days. Everything started off with forseen nostalgia of the ability to stay energetic throughout the whole camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being away from home, was tough and it served as yet another life lesson for me, it’s interesting. The age difference of the many years apart, I can’t help feeling detached from the level where the kids were. With their newfound knowledge of events and issues of life, their characters and emotions can be hard to decipher, differing from the kids that I normally work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051648688128739090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhsPt5H7RxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mxxRb6IdLv4/s320/IMG_0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times, the kids put me in a spot when I have to answer questions regarding their exaggerated fantasized life stories, which makes me mock myself in ridicule for coming out with such a daft answer, that’s totally un-creative. This however made me realize how innocent they were, that many a times things were just too complex for their age to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Differing with their extreme difference in personalities, from ultra short attention span, hyperactive personality, mood swings, to difference in enthusiasm, I surrender to the pace I had to keep up with that I didn’t make a difference in their lives to any of them over the days. Simply in a daze most of the time, too sick to notice the rampant changes of my surroundings over the days of games and laughter, it is undeniable however that they exude a comfortable aura with their genuine flow of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in to blend in to the welcome session, many were just too shy to bond. However, they never fail to surprise me when some turned into a tyrant overnight.&lt;br /&gt;As the medic, I am intrigued. Some willingly listened to instructions, others simply indignant, but I appreciate how they understood our intentions.&lt;br /&gt;Indulging in the fictional world is nevertheless wonderful, it’s however queer to be snapped back to the fact that they’re kids after all. While some enjoyed the fun and freedom away from home, I hope a life lesson’s gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051675256796432210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/Rhsn4ZH7R1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/6lUNknWl67g/s320/P1010238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Sarah hugged me when she realized I was sick, how Darren held my hands when walking through that stretch of rickety-rickety road to Dairy Farm, and making sure I am at the entrance of the Gents with him, I’d take it as, they’d remember us, for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we’re drilled into a series of standards, and forsaken, are the meaningful experience of life. With gratitude and appreciation, I wish these spirited souls perpetual happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781279532537797134-5258651055800555003?l=youngarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/5258651055800555003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5781279532537797134&amp;postID=5258651055800555003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/5258651055800555003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/5258651055800555003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/2007/04/genevieve-survived.html' title='Genevieve survived!'/><author><name>- Livingstones -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RhsoGJH7R2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/CzdywRF74V8/s72-c/P1010259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781279532537797134.post-6851373554743381026</id><published>2007-03-23T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:06:18.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nurturing Young Warriors of Light - Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgOGK7m3TbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oK1ZMK0hY4M/s1600-h/IMG_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045023529942601138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgOGK7m3TbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oK1ZMK0hY4M/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the training of the young warriors started, I did not know what to expect or anticipate. Responsibilities, fatigue and worries of school, team and friends filled my heart. I was not excited to be there, but I decided to push on with Christ as my only motivation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045027416888004066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgOJtLm3TeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yci8HAUYJP4/s320/P1010203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day, and already I felt the full Glory of the kids under my care, shouting, being rebellious, fighting, doing weird things etc. Being my first time to be firm and fierce to kids was a challenge, as I have always been the happy-go-lucky type of person. Kids being kids will always be mischievous thus a balance between having fun and discipline is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when the situation had become hectic, stressful and our frustrations filled the atmosphere. As Pastor called us to gather, I was expecting a tiresome debrief, but it was just a session to worship. I thank GOD with all my heart, that we were all broken in that small classroom. Crying out, weeping, not one person was excluded. It was not just a recharged in the Spirit and Body. But it was also an affirmation that our GOD is with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the remaining 2 days, I felt renewed and seeing the kids have under go various activities to bond within their group in unity, cooperation and courage compelled me to bring a smile onto my face. Although it does not always go the way I hope to be but able to bring the kids through every challenge, was a learning experience and challenge for myself as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045023787640638914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgOGZ7m3TcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3kuXHX5Rp1s/s320/P1010272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One significant part which I will always treasure is the start of the campfire. I was amazingly touched by my kids whom gave me a card-like paper thanking me, while some kids cried as well. My heart wept softly saying “In the end, it was all worth it.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045027086175522258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgOJZ7m3TdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/CFlt-Xur8XI/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when the camp took a lot out of me not only my voice. I could not help but feel fulfilled in my heart and spirit. I thank GOD that I was able to impact their lives with not only morals but character, able to bring smiles and laughter into their lives and able to train them to be Warriors of Light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045028237226757618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgOKc7m3TfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xjkcghKHqtg/s320/IMG_0406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am given the choice to do it again, I will. It was more than just the experience and fun but the transformation in the kids and me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, for your hand upon us, pulling us through and being the Lord over our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781279532537797134-6851373554743381026?l=youngarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/6851373554743381026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5781279532537797134&amp;postID=6851373554743381026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/6851373554743381026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/6851373554743381026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/nurturing-young-warriors-of-light-sky.html' title='Nurturing Young Warriors of Light - Sky'/><author><name>- Livingstones -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgOGK7m3TbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oK1ZMK0hY4M/s72-c/IMG_0402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781279532537797134.post-3073513791617412044</id><published>2007-03-23T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:06:19.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hwee Yann's Reflections from Survival Camp 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgODQLm3TWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/FfJ6ba1wOlM/s1600-h/PICT0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my first time facilitating a camp – furthermore for young children (P1 – P6), so I must say it was a pretty good experience. I think the children generally enjoyed the camp because it provided them with opportunities and adventures they may otherwise not get in the school context. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045021395343854978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgOEOrm3TYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rLi4vcTuLUg/s320/IMG_0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Though they all came from different schools/clubs, by the second day, the ice was broken and they had already made new friends. It was quite touching to see them bond over the mass outdoor cooking session and the beach games (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt;. tug of war), also the campfire mascot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite being quite burnt out after the rather gruelling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Timah&lt;/span&gt; hike, I think that they have probably explored themselves more and challenged themselves more as a result. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were in charge of a group of 13 children and we had to take responsibility of their safety and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;well-being&lt;/span&gt;. Initially, it was quite difficult because some of the children were really active and they tend to not stick with the group. Fortunately there were three of us so we managed to split up the work and ensure the whole group's safety. The children at the camp are not as privileged as we were when we were their age. As a result it was quite interesting… somewhat depressing to attempt to see things from their perspective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045021137645817202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgOD_rm3TXI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vWe6j9a0sZY/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Facilitating the camp put us in the leader's shoes – it is all about striking a balance between maintaining a good relationship with the children and also knowing when to stand firm with them. From facilitating this camp, I learnt that patience was something that is very important in handling these kids. They may not understand our instructions because of certain hard vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first it was quite trying to repeat yourself over and over again, but after a while we got used to it (by trying to simplify the language used). This was a very valuable learning point that I learnt – to truly benefit the beneficiary, you must always have him/her (his or her needs) as first priority. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045021910739930514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgOEsrm3TZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1xAXCJZAORs/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes perhaps sometimes it can be emotionally very draining, but that is what community service is all about in the first place. At certain points in time, we have to make certain personal sacrifices. This may be a little hard to take in at first, but at the end of the day, looking at the smiles on the children's faces, they are all worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I was quite tired during the camp (this was the third consecutive camp I attended), I quite enjoyed myself there as it was a really rewarding experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what Mother Teresa once said, "&lt;em&gt;we can do no great things, only small things with love."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to facilitating such camps again in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781279532537797134-3073513791617412044?l=youngarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3073513791617412044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5781279532537797134&amp;postID=3073513791617412044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/3073513791617412044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/3073513791617412044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/qiutings-reflections-from-survival-camp.html' title='Hwee Yann&apos;s Reflections from Survival Camp 2007'/><author><name>- Livingstones -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgOEOrm3TYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rLi4vcTuLUg/s72-c/IMG_0361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781279532537797134.post-2590337909568996865</id><published>2007-03-23T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:06:19.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the comfort zone - Xinyin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgOAHbm3TUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uY5U6-Pt690/s1600-h/IMG_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045016872743292226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgOAHbm3TUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uY5U6-Pt690/s320/IMG_0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 4 days out of my comfort zone -away from the mundane and homely lifestyle- have appeared more prolific an experience than I imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the long, tedious and hectic days, the tight schedules for activities increased the adrenaline rush of excitement in the children as well as the counselors. Copious joy and laughter filled the air through the camp. That kept everyone in an upbeat momentum, though physically deadbeat. Not only did the children immerse themselves in thorough fun, I believe that they have gained in a way or another (be it a lesson or knowledge, or even love), imprinting a memory that will stay close their hearts when they look back in retrospect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045018384571780434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgOBfbm3TVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ca9Us06l8vk/s320/P1010241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequently, under the influences of the impressively energetic children and convivial volunteers, the camp is concluded to be better than I expected. Intrinsically, genuineness is the key to making a difference in lives. The camp has proven it, and it is one event that we will &lt;em&gt;“plead the fleeting moment to remain”.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781279532537797134-2590337909568996865?l=youngarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/2590337909568996865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5781279532537797134&amp;postID=2590337909568996865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/2590337909568996865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/2590337909568996865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/out-of-comfort-zone-xinyin.html' title='Out of the comfort zone - Xinyin'/><author><name>- Livingstones -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgOAHbm3TUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uY5U6-Pt690/s72-c/IMG_0393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781279532537797134.post-163621378662632023</id><published>2007-03-23T15:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:06:20.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival Camp 2007 - Tze Hui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgN-Yrm3TSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0jNwnYlJBto/s1600-h/PICT0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045014970072780066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgN-Yrm3TSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0jNwnYlJBto/s320/PICT0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgN-QLm3TRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wqVL30656Bc/s1600-h/PICT0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would say it was rather an eye-opening experience for me as this is my first time being a counsellor for a camp. The events planned out were brillant especially the structure experience which I thought was a really a cool and innovative idea. Although the kids may have been disobedient at times, I guess that's when the challenging parts come for us as a counsellors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had been tiring for the counsellors for those 4 days but I believe every of us did a good job throughout the camp, and more or less everyone did learn a few new life-learning things after this camp. Not just that, I believe the kids learnt things from the camp too, be it from us or from the events they participated in. Lastly this camp will not just be a memory for me, but an opportunity for me to explore within my own self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781279532537797134-163621378662632023?l=youngarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/163621378662632023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5781279532537797134&amp;postID=163621378662632023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/163621378662632023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/163621378662632023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/survival-camp-2007-tze-hui.html' title='Survival Camp 2007 - Tze Hui'/><author><name>- Livingstones -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgN-Yrm3TSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0jNwnYlJBto/s72-c/PICT0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781279532537797134.post-3936478223828307983</id><published>2007-03-23T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:06:20.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samantha's Experience at Survival Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;At the beginning of the camp, the only emotions i felt were dread and fatigue, the only thing on my mind was to go home to my BEAUTIFUL bed and HOT water with a shower head. I guess it was the selfish nature in me which was taking over and I only thought for my own good and benefit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045012135394364674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgN7zrm3TQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QKYORRhcMbo/s320/IMG_0397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after the first day i saw that the kids were really enthusiastic and I should not be the one to dampen their spirits. I began to understand that I was not going to the camp to enjoy myself but to make the kids enjoy themselves instead. I began to bond with the children and even at times when they started to climb over my head, I took the responsibility of ensuring that they did not go overboard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the end of the camp all I felt was pure exhilaration and sheer contentment (besides the exhaustion). The camp has really taught me many things, not only the fundamental basics of looking after children but also the understanding toward situations and the capability to know what is right and setting a good example to the younger generation. It was indeed a fulfilling and enriching experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781279532537797134-3936478223828307983?l=youngarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3936478223828307983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5781279532537797134&amp;postID=3936478223828307983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/3936478223828307983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/3936478223828307983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/samanthas-experience-at-survival-camp.html' title='Samantha&apos;s Experience at Survival Camp'/><author><name>- Livingstones -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzFXypHbJDA/RgN7zrm3TQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QKYORRhcMbo/s72-c/IMG_0397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781279532537797134.post-1081028633763411610</id><published>2007-03-08T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:47:47.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing from Mirabel</title><content type='html'>Take a look at this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://mirabop.blogspot.com/2006/04/these-are-what-i-got-today.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://mirabop.blogspot.com/2006/04/these-are-what-i-got-today.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) Thanks Mirrorbell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781279532537797134-1081028633763411610?l=youngarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/1081028633763411610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5781279532537797134&amp;postID=1081028633763411610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/1081028633763411610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/1081028633763411610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/sharing-from-mirabel.html' title='Sharing from Mirabel'/><author><name>- Livingstones -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781279532537797134.post-3329378581719076961</id><published>2007-03-06T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T01:14:27.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being the Salt and Light</title><content type='html'>Welcome all to the Young Arrows blog! As we claim the victory over every aspect of our lives, it is also time to celebrate God's victory over the children's clubs in various parts of Singapore. I strongly encourage all helpers from the various clubs to come &amp; give glory to God by sharing your testimonies as you serve His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you share about your experiences, other helpers can learn from you and it also serves as an encouragement to them. You never know who will drop by at this blog, a life may be touched, because of what you shared and because you choose to obey God. So pls do not hesitate to write your thoughts/testimonies and send it to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;touchyoungarrows@gmail.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Do include photos as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not need powerful english to write, you just need to write with His powerful Spirit. God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781279532537797134-3329378581719076961?l=youngarrows.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/feeds/3329378581719076961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5781279532537797134&amp;postID=3329378581719076961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/3329378581719076961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781279532537797134/posts/default/3329378581719076961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngarrows.blogspot.com/2007/03/being-salt-and-light.html' title='Being the Salt and Light'/><author><name>- Livingstones -</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
