tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129865322024-03-07T17:06:42.000+08:00Life is a journeyMake it worthwhileUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger559125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-46640444748477271012011-03-18T23:59:00.002+08:002011-03-19T00:38:48.145+08:00loved this<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">There are some sights in your life that simply catches your breath and fills your vision.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">This was one of it. :)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGJxzu6xVzQu1I57t1DMXATk-xeJYgk464mhxwsbwTXIoQ9rzXZqThtX5ioZ_gnkwvu7bhaXQ9bIdTr-lOBtzx7CXnKSqGSz10IhF7iDFXeLuXx75zEOdRlCfDz1CGVdV7JZA/s1600/IMG_6625.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGJxzu6xVzQu1I57t1DMXATk-xeJYgk464mhxwsbwTXIoQ9rzXZqThtX5ioZ_gnkwvu7bhaXQ9bIdTr-lOBtzx7CXnKSqGSz10IhF7iDFXeLuXx75zEOdRlCfDz1CGVdV7JZA/s320/IMG_6625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585459461281567442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">@Sepang GoldCoast during Minister's Retreat on 15th March 2011 while helping other BCMers<br />with Children's ministry for the day.<br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">More pictures of Sepang GoldCoast </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tananne/sets/72157626160581581/">here</a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-15106555332996603572011-03-04T16:37:00.003+08:002011-03-09T16:49:31.608+08:00the inevitable<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marcandangel.com/images/walk-on-water.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 153px;" src="http://www.marcandangel.com/images/walk-on-water.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">When the ground under your feet has been removed, you either sink to the bottom of the ocean or you pray you have enough faith to walk on water.<br /><br />Change is inevitable and must come for one to be shaken out of their comfort zone<br />and for one to grow.<br /><br />The test of your true strength and faith comes not when all is well, but when all has fallen apart;<br />you then find the grace to stand again. And you find that you can.<br />And you find that God has His hand extended to you.<br /><br />Oh God into your hands I commit the inevitable and trust in the Unchanging!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-150979176051827442011-02-22T21:45:00.005+08:002011-03-09T15:49:45.179+08:00Mission trip<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />This is a lagging response on the part of my heart about the last week's trip. It seems to me that my heart always need time to catch up to what happens in my physical realm. I decided against back-dating for reasons that will be included below.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1OeYTUi2_kAHQ5rbkrWx_MMrQmxVqCmF-0JOmPxQSykLX1JcfI6HuKIYIDBqibd6q-gjHDUIXvdYOMSmDU8WH-TpKNzL3ooI1D71u_ApVvpDpToArwRuZCyEFDdCJ3ZHKpx6/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1OeYTUi2_kAHQ5rbkrWx_MMrQmxVqCmF-0JOmPxQSykLX1JcfI6HuKIYIDBqibd6q-gjHDUIXvdYOMSmDU8WH-TpKNzL3ooI1D71u_ApVvpDpToArwRuZCyEFDdCJ3ZHKpx6/s200/DSC_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581983955184141970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last week I joined the BCM group for a mission trip in a not-so remote settlement. There we shared in fellowship but most of all minister to the church that meets in that settlement. It had been a long time since my last missions trip and I was excited to go for this one. Missi</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ons usually excite me - i'm not sure if its because of the travelling and the other culture prospect or was it really that I was excited to reach a people group for God? An unsolved issue within my heart. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And although I testified 3 times about the trip within the community of the youth in my church, I still felt something that was unrealised to me swimming at the back of my heart. Today I heard a caucasion speaker preaching in Mandarin. I was awed by their lives' commitment in order to reach a people group. What is our life that we should treasure it so much, and continue to add onto it, or fight for it? What do we have that is not already His? All we possess is this life we're living. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikduSzxayKprzzxrtKnnvcAtoHNJTnoP5qiTgqXD-D0LdMTfuYDlsNhohhhKinwkECuJH-jxVauWMs3LJY8FVkP7uGizgwMFzrR8yOcspOMhtH1XDw4dUmlC6RjNLIUqk7ClFb/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikduSzxayKprzzxrtKnnvcAtoHNJTnoP5qiTgqXD-D0LdMTfuYDlsNhohhhKinwkECuJH-jxVauWMs3LJY8FVkP7uGizgwMFzrR8yOcspOMhtH1XDw4dUmlC6RjNLIUqk7ClFb/s200/DSC_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581981602008651314" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I realised that even though I was rather stressed about preaching i</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">n another language, I was more excited at the opportunity that has been given me to give in this manner, to be used by God to reach His people. God uses anyone who is willing to speak to His own. And it's been an hono</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ur that I had a chance to do that. I guess in ministry, we tend to forget that it is always not about us but about God wanting to reach His people. I had forgotten that for a while. Held very tightly to what I did know. But it took me quite a while, after the buzz has died down for everyone else, for me to finally grasp something in my heart. Lag.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicttG-ygeHnpPxyKczE19sSQk5OsoomzWqFCwrwtYxg9X7za8ZpIysgWC34w0qZYzjfzMDskiqOgQbQrz8Zp73Tmgzsub1hggNC4LO5PYJ3TY9CrRvObJ0hdOH1cjQ5dzMVPYn/s1600/DSC_0655.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicttG-ygeHnpPxyKczE19sSQk5OsoomzWqFCwrwtYxg9X7za8ZpIysgWC34w0qZYzjfzMDskiqOgQbQrz8Zp73Tmgzsub1hggNC4LO5PYJ3TY9CrRvObJ0hdOH1cjQ5dzMVPYn/s200/DSC_0655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581981606418942626" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-445329477552859302011-02-19T21:28:00.004+08:002011-02-22T13:57:43.215+08:00Dilemma<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />My skin doctor thinks I need to sleep more and lessen my stress to help my skin medication take proper effect. I told him that's highly impossible, and if there's anything he can do about it? He gave me antibiotics and more medication. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Looks like this is going to be a long journey to recovery.<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-39842164104290152292011-02-10T23:14:00.005+08:002011-02-10T23:58:52.998+08:00As we get older...<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">As we get older, we realize how precious family and friends are. We try to make it back for the holidays, meet up with people just to catch a glimpse of our youth and how it used to be.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">As we get older, we find that we are aging very fast and we have lesser and lesser time for the things we really should do - self improvement and rest, building relationships and reach out. We try make time for ourselves and become detached from others, or be the superheros we are not by squeezing in time for everything and lose part of our sanity.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">As we get older, we find it harder to hang out too long or too late - our backs hurt, we get tired and grumpy. So we try to make the little time we have count and hang out on the right side of the clock.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">As we get older, I hope too, that we become less easily offended or sensitive, more mature and compromising. We try, we try.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Happy Chinese New Year to all!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3id_v4UCWMDxWtICr2HU0fKgOTdRSOkQYjr0rVZljdx6jQe1Riflokw9YxBHu05qWQCrsyQDDL5VrueV2fsmrdaKFs45EheNVFUkYsfq19qQQSutWu4X3JXnLglnAadTj_p1q/s1600/181749_10150185205703569_548358568_8475238_2403249_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3id_v4UCWMDxWtICr2HU0fKgOTdRSOkQYjr0rVZljdx6jQe1Riflokw9YxBHu05qWQCrsyQDDL5VrueV2fsmrdaKFs45EheNVFUkYsfq19qQQSutWu4X3JXnLglnAadTj_p1q/s320/181749_10150185205703569_548358568_8475238_2403249_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572089090405253698" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-32343976529638241802011-01-31T12:18:00.003+08:002011-01-31T13:45:05.926+08:00God's chosen authority<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">God has a university. It's a small school. Few enroll, even fewer graduate.<br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Very, very few indeed.<br /><br /> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">God has this school because He does not have broken men. Instead He has several other types of men. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />He has men who claim to be God's authority... and aren't; men who claim to be broken... and aren't. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />And men who </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >are</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> God's authority, but who are mad </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >and</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> unbroken. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And He has regretfully, a spectroscopic mixture of everything in between. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All of these men He has in abundance; but broken men, hardly at all. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />In God's sacred school of submission and brokenness, why are there so few students? </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Because all who are in this school must suffer much pain. And as you might guess, it is often the unbroken ruler (whom god sovereignly picks) who metes out the pain. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />David was once a student in this school, and Saul was God's chosen way to crush David. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />As the king grew in madness, David grew in understanding. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">He knew that God had placed him in the king's palace, and under true authority.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The authority of King Saul, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >true?</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Yes, God's chosen authority. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Chosen for David.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Unbroken authority, yes. But divine in ordination, nonetheless.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yes, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >that</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> is possible. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />David drew in his breath, placed himself under his mad king, and moved farther down the path of his earthy hell. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />- </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >chapter 5, "A Tale of Three Kings" by Gene Edwards.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />Food for thought....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-48153168036035425462011-01-24T23:40:00.003+08:002011-01-31T13:43:01.615+08:00foggy weather<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2VvOoSXM32GCo8ZOZVKEjuVJ-cSEm9lDsLRzsuo6xqEf4dwEih4aVaEEPC1w37JQWiALOZvurYUUkatoGmEBjSo2eHuXPvwuoG4y2MITDHayQVr3k-0zLOecs_LfTlDwP2aw2/s1600/IMG_6222.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2VvOoSXM32GCo8ZOZVKEjuVJ-cSEm9lDsLRzsuo6xqEf4dwEih4aVaEEPC1w37JQWiALOZvurYUUkatoGmEBjSo2eHuXPvwuoG4y2MITDHayQVr3k-0zLOecs_LfTlDwP2aw2/s200/IMG_6222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565917823774278274" border="0" /></a><br />According to my phone, the weather in PJ now is FOGGY.<br />Never seen such before.<br /><br />*peers outside to see the fog* too dark me thinks.<br /><br />I wonder if there's one for 'hazy'?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-89280386259648395422011-01-21T08:38:00.003+08:002011-01-31T13:45:57.704+08:00Camp paving a new era<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Or at least I'm praying it would.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs764.ash1/165592_495119051386_632251386_6139548_6894715_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 522px; height: 347px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs764.ash1/165592_495119051386_632251386_6139548_6894715_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There's something very precious about Aspirers camps that I can't escape. It draws me and motivates me. Before every camp I feel stressed and weary and worried. But there is that one moment in camp that reminds me that it is all worth it. It's usually the same moment (one I thought I'd become numb to after so many years, but did not - thank God):</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I remember that Larissa was leading the song "Forever reign" on the second night and challenging everyone to cling on to this God who never fails. And I lifted my hands to proclaim over and over again "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >my heart will sing, no other name (but) Jesus!</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">" and I meant it with every breath. Then instinctively I turned around to look (I almost always stand near the front). And I saw. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I saw many hands lifted high and words of declaration that 'their heart would sing no other name'. I saw knees bent and heads bowed in adoration and desperation. I saw tears flowing on faces who have long lost that conviction. I saw those who did not know our God sobbing. I saw the young ones, with eyebrows creased in determination and hands raised in worship. I heard the hearts of the young declaring and clinging on to their God. Yes, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >their</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> God. I heard prayers uttered from simple and trusting hearts. I felt the pain of many being poured out like water and there was healing. I saw heaven open and angels sing. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And I fell on my knees and cried to my God. Because this is what I prayed for, worked for, argued for, and boldly declared. My heart thanked Him for showing me some results, some fruits. I know that I know that God is working and it is solely God who can make that change. I'm only an instrument. But God oh God is so amazing! Every testimony I've heard since then was about how </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >they</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> themselves heard from God or how God had worked in them! It was all about how God is so amazing. And my heart praise Him! It didn't matter of no one remembered the games or all the other background planning - it MATTERED that they remembered their vows to God when God came down. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And on a personal note, this year I saw the older ones rise up. We've been (well i have) complaining, nagging, persuading, encouraging the college group to rise up and take the responsibility and all that. We've been (well again i have) lecturing the leaders to please please please ... well I'll leave the rest unsaid. And it had been a thorn in my flesh and many tears shed before the Lord, that I felt more alone than ever in ministry. But the turn of the year and of events, brought about positive change in everyone. And even though Derrick is leaving, now, I see what God has been doing. My fear dissolved when I saw that God was preparing their hearts and spirit. Derrick, leave in peace then. :)<br /><br />This is the beginning of a new era... you wait and see...<br /><br />p/s: pictures are on FB. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-91791744290235214302011-01-04T00:15:00.001+08:002011-01-05T00:05:10.277+08:00transitions<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As the year ended, my life entered a major transition. I'm normally bad with transitions. They make my world feel insecure and unstable. You can't rock my world and expect me to continue smiling. But I figured, this time around, though it's probably more than I can bear, that I'd take it like the grown-up I think I am. I have to. I can't sulk in a corner anymore.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />So I've decided to face it head on and accept whatever is coming. I believe that God has a plan for me and that it is good. I believe that God will hold me through it all and that He won't let me fall. I believe that this is good for me and that it is time for change. And so...</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs242.snc4/39462_483899366386_632251386_5971180_7771053_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 182px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs242.snc4/39462_483899366386_632251386_5971180_7771053_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">of Jan 1st, 2011, my family moved into a new abode - after 22years in the old place, it was probably a good time for change. The move was challenging and I realised how much junk I had accumulated over the years. Time to strip down and focus on what I really wanted as well. I'm rather happy with my own room as the rest of my family is happy with their corner of the house. The only problem is that it is now further to get to church. pfft. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6u1qXShL0HECIbLtVa9HzXl-Dt8BBJwlKULvtRtZJsDoTyWqBSDBB1uh3ZFM6LcUUZNxnXluVnZK8GlIfnmkKa5hbWz-xwnUkrkvNr2aGrrm4bRNRST2PoaxaU7xGRJPJqfDU/s1600/IMAG0046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6u1qXShL0HECIbLtVa9HzXl-Dt8BBJwlKULvtRtZJsDoTyWqBSDBB1uh3ZFM6LcUUZNxnXluVnZK8GlIfnmkKa5hbWz-xwnUkrkvNr2aGrrm4bRNRST2PoaxaU7xGRJPJqfDU/s200/IMAG0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558362323463007890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">3 nights in the new house and i'm off to BCM. Yes, you heard tat right. I'm checking in</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> as a full-time student for the next 2 years. So I'm back in college (wow to say that at this age is ... interesting. yes, i shall use the word 'interesting') But here I am, needing to get back into the rhythm of a student life and do it well this time. Personally, I want to come here to discipline my life in many areas - many areas in which I have been unable to do it myself or because of various constraints. So even though I'm required to wake up at 6am (madness) I'm gonna try it! Surprised at me? You know, I guess it simply is time :)<br /><br />So here's to two big transitions in my life. May God bless my paths and heart. I pray that I will be able to carry this through faithfully and well. AMen!<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-77519635705065601052010-12-31T22:29:00.001+08:002011-01-04T19:50:36.951+08:00a few things i must archive<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've not been blogging much in the last two months. And I feel guilty for not archiving some important events in my life. Go figure. So to ease my conscience and to ensure that certain things are not forgotten.... I shall briefly mention them.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">p/s: this was of course not blogged at the time and date displayed. I was at that time elsewhere.</span><br /><br /><ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><li>GLS 2010 which was held in Metrotab on the 22-23rd Nov was a little too tiring for me this time<br /></li><li>VBA followed soon after on the 29-30th Nov but I wasn't involved</li><li>Instead I was rushing my asgn and almost thought I couldn't make it. I surprised myself when I did. </li><li>December brought a lot of events starting with the first ever Birds and Bees Workshop on the 4th of Dec which proved useful and needful.<br /></li><li>After a lot of shopping buzz with the post SPM-ers,<br /></li><li>There was aspirers christmas party where fourletterstory wowed the crowd on the 19th of Dec</li><li>After that it was full out packing and moving with the family</li><li>Christmas rolled along with another bout of shopping and presents</li><li>Attending 3 weddings in the month (2 of which were family) allowed time for pampering and dressing up!<br /></li><li>Forgiving myself for neglecting a lot of stuff, it was back to the craze of packing</li><li>Running away on the 29-30th dec for a short but absolutely refreshing leaders retreat with the youth did a lot of good for me and for the team.<br /></li><li>and as the year ended, so did a big chapter of my life....</li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-35227431326551931262010-12-21T23:46:00.003+08:002010-12-22T00:20:56.304+08:00Acne dilemma<a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnnj3YZlMAZlvfIh8lKbQdVyuVQ9YtSVzCNMY_6F32SzGJZrXFr8B39cYImcrxop9S-0umvTY2LEYEmT9NlAST7FktmdqRWmcgMLUuQYcqAK40ydmjHn8h6kDPSGB8svUuk8PR/s1600/IMG_6040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnnj3YZlMAZlvfIh8lKbQdVyuVQ9YtSVzCNMY_6F32SzGJZrXFr8B39cYImcrxop9S-0umvTY2LEYEmT9NlAST7FktmdqRWmcgMLUuQYcqAK40ydmjHn8h6kDPSGB8svUuk8PR/s320/IMG_6040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553162858294754242" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Recently I entered my second teenage phase - skin wise - and it irks me. "I'm too old for this" wells up and "why Lord?". Is this called aging or jus consequences of modern medicine? Ugh! And I thought it was over... I was so glad it was over. For once in my life!</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > <continues></continues></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I'm starting the cycle all over again - pills, dry skin, etc. What else can I do? Besides the fact that it is very very expensive, what worries me the most is that my future baby might be affected! I don't want to have to face that. Having kids is important to me and I don't want to jeopardize that. Perhaps I should go for second opinion.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When will this ever end? </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >bleh</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-45407215712389423682010-12-15T22:19:00.002+08:002010-12-15T22:43:28.688+08:00tired of walking alone<a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiozIFp0cEu79zYURhrZuzvX7ZO4dxAbNuLZ2X1qBrfcvbI_22BvwQ-VQTVe0A_wKDYfPrJqnoCD0FMwiSh0hXvpur2_GqCsqifrfufJK9Lbvtx_C6ZNdh5W4QdJpbC4HAgXPlzyA/s1600/walking_alone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiozIFp0cEu79zYURhrZuzvX7ZO4dxAbNuLZ2X1qBrfcvbI_22BvwQ-VQTVe0A_wKDYfPrJqnoCD0FMwiSh0hXvpur2_GqCsqifrfufJK9Lbvtx_C6ZNdh5W4QdJpbC4HAgXPlzyA/s1600/walking_alone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">After prayer meeting today, I slipped away from the crowd without saying anything to anyone. I walked to my car and sat in it alone. The silence drowned in and the world slowed down. Yea like the movies. I sat for an awkward silence before willing myself to simply move, and get away as fast as possible. But I continued to smile, because it was necessary and because it was expected.</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I'm tired of walking alone on the road and tired of the crowd. Tired of sitting in deafening silence. Tired of being left behind or taken for granted. Tired of being nice and tired of being mean. Tired of feeling and tired of numbness. Tired of the endless unbreakable cycle. Tired of pretending and hiding and protecting. Tired of being strong and tired of being too weak. Tired of feeling tired too. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Perhaps that's why I leave the TV on and constantly find something to do, finding a way to drown out that thought. Perhaps it's easier to keep moving, faithfully doing what I need to do. And not ponder. Not wonder. But I'm tired of that too. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">It used to be a tension between the fear of going at it alone and the desire for independence. I use to try to find that freedom of independence, yet hide behind the fear of the unknown tomorrow and world out there. It was a tension that could never be solved - perhaps should not be solved. But now, i'm just tired of trying. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">What can I say? What do you deduce? It's no secret. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">... Then an old familiar song came to mind 'tho none go with me, still I will follow'.... and the tiredness starts to blur. Perhaps I'm simply afraid of walking alone? </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-65322444106373779972010-12-06T10:52:00.003+08:002010-12-06T11:02:55.878+08:00Silence not always golden<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">My blog has been silent for a very long time. Actually one month isn't all that long but in my record of blogging... rather long I suppose. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The truth is I've been busy. You can't imagine how things pile up sometimes and you don't find time for yourself that much. Every change I get I simply plop myself in front of the one-eye monster and zone into another world. Escapism it's called. There's been so much activities and simply things that needed to be done, so I faithfully hurried along doing everything that needed to be done. That's the way it is, isn't it? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">But more than that. My spirit has sunken to a new low, where feelings and passion are being desensitized. I'm not sure I care that much anymore. I'm not sure I want to that much anymore. And it's ironic consider where my life is heading - it seems that I should gear myself up for it and prepare myself (and my heart) to deal with the challenges ahead. Cos I Do know where God is bringing my life to. (I mean where He's leading it to) but i simply can't find in my heart and spirit to. I wanna repel everything at the moment and sulk. Mayb it's fear that is gripping and paralyzing. Mayb it's disappointment in unfulfilled hopes and dreams and prayers. Maybe time and again the failures scream in my face. Maybe I'm just drowning or suffocating where I am? Maybe it's jus the entire transition process that is most difficult. Maybe it's just me. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">But God oh God, I can't seem to reach You. God my Lord, I can't seem to want to. When the journey starts to loose it's light, how can then I continue to lead? How can I guide? Like the blind leading the blind, we'd fumble our way till I find you. Why oh God. What's wrong with me? How do I continue to put one foot in front of the other? </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-25402226634497569442010-11-01T18:13:00.002+08:002010-11-04T18:21:21.746+08:00Making a shift...<a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.getele.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/htc-logo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 137px;" src="http://www.getele.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/htc-logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Making a shift to HTC - a whole new world of difference in doing things. Quietly brilliant. Seriously. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Just as I was exploring the possibilities and getting used to the idea of getting something. It was thrown in my lap. </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >*plock*</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> And I looked at God with my sepet eyes. "You always know, Lord." </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >*smiles secretly*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">It also pays to have family in the right line. </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Hmm...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">And again, no, my parents are not adopting you so that you can get the same privileges.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > *sweats*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Now I need to get use to it so that it is actually useful to me, and make sure I don't drop it at all!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-80893658172145843002010-10-26T00:40:00.006+08:002010-10-26T01:00:20.790+08:00Shuga<a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jamati.com/online/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Shuga.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 378px;" src="http://www.jamati.com/online/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Shuga.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I saw a news on a show called 'Shuga' that hit the streets of Africa for the young. It was a modern, hip and realistic show about young people and their lives, set in Nairobi. It's an effort by UNICEF and MTV to tackle important issues among young people, especially in Kenya. It brought up issues about safe sex, HIV, lifestyle and so on.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Read more </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://ignite.staying-alive.org/kenya/">here</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It became an ambassador for HIV and Aids in Africa. HIV and Aids have been a leading problem in Africa for years with no hope. CNN reported that many young people identified and related with the characters in the show. Organizations took advantages of the message of the movies by promoting that young people get tested right outside the cinema that opens this show and the response have been tremendous. Surveys showed that 60% of Kenyan young people are into the show and are really looking at ways to change their own lifestyle to lead a better life. It was a young people telling young people thing, and it was really effective as a voice among the young. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was impress at such a conscious and effective effort to make a difference in young people's life. I applaud the effort and look forward to a better world. Perhaps this is really the change that Africa needed. God is still working in this nation. And He will faithfully continue to work in this nation!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-19788402319962441902010-10-16T22:39:00.005+08:002010-10-18T00:23:07.327+08:00Shattered<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I couldn't believe it. </span>I looked at my car in <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">shock</span>. How could it possibly have happened?<br />I stood frozen with my backpack and didn't know what to say. My colleagues were discussing it in front of me - what was the next best course of action. To me, I still just couldn't believe it.<br /><br /><a name='more'></a><br /><br />I had always heard that the cutting grass could send stones flying which could hit your windshield which could crack. I just never thought it would happen - much less to me. I guess you always never think it would happen to you. </span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXVtiEYEh2DyDduXfpWO2KmmO46_sg8NTqbjZv037Ysm-WA_amX0shB4tk_Zb_6YsTYY0SxJCGFgOVZ2lUSnleRWuTNuR86PO8FOJbxL5QBeuTzh1YpX_2x4TgDnlzk6AF02xi/s1600/IMG_5844.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXVtiEYEh2DyDduXfpWO2KmmO46_sg8NTqbjZv037Ysm-WA_amX0shB4tk_Zb_6YsTYY0SxJCGFgOVZ2lUSnleRWuTNuR86PO8FOJbxL5QBeuTzh1YpX_2x4TgDnlzk6AF02xi/s320/IMG_5844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528657423546897650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Thank God insurance covered it. I'm still speechless though. These things happen? I guess it does. And oh well, I also learnt a lot of things - about procedures and about car safety.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Did you know your front windshield won't shatter this manner - for security sake - in the case you are driving and a stone hits. Did you know the UV shield actually held the pieces of glass together instead of falling out. Did you know your insurance agent is suppose to settle everything for you - even picking the car from your place when things like these happen?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-68791623926634279362010-10-08T22:08:00.001+08:002010-10-18T00:20:35.007+08:00Amazing artistry across the evening sky<a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8Ps7-rwKSiUV31PnRGOisgNPIt22bUHu_zLDaYunMlYdtHkphtnwgjN8pLbxYMya53yk4r7jQ71Q1KzxxjjK42A_9Kgrupn-Y8R-lywr3n6MHpHsJK0WNbkg2dZEr6qAMuXk/s1600/09102010281.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8Ps7-rwKSiUV31PnRGOisgNPIt22bUHu_zLDaYunMlYdtHkphtnwgjN8pLbxYMya53yk4r7jQ71Q1KzxxjjK42A_9Kgrupn-Y8R-lywr3n6MHpHsJK0WNbkg2dZEr6qAMuXk/s320/09102010281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528646911969895618" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />I was driving back, passing one of my favourite spots - its the heightest spot on the flyover where it feels like you're driving into the skies. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />And then I saw this...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">like the title says... it was like amazing artistry across the evening sky - only better. </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Like <span style="font-size:130%;">wow</span>!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Picture does not do it justice.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-77608231235655553512010-10-07T23:29:00.005+08:002010-10-18T00:20:05.902+08:00Silent Retreat<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I just got back from a silent retreat, as is part of my course requirements. A 3D2N retreat at Fraser's Hill where we can't talk at all. Can't communicate in any way. It sounds like such a freaky thing to do in our age. How do you cut off everything and live in isolation for a period of time? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But it was rather relieving to just get away and not run after anything. To enjoy the beauty that God has created for us and to enjoy God through them. How cool is that? We should all get away now and then and just nourish our souls. I thank God for this opportunity. It really was a gift in this time and age when you can't catch a break sometimes. </span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYCpEhrJTKrLBQdosv8oNtSQ-uL3BycEdi4vjtbZEMt-nIDEkJjKGmTD8kWirJFx9hxQQ5A2K6cXnBwvT9wDzqEbqVRy_LSaR2oBh-AHTrsMcXAIZQd5p7lICLCeGTCATkkYv/s1600/fraser1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYCpEhrJTKrLBQdosv8oNtSQ-uL3BycEdi4vjtbZEMt-nIDEkJjKGmTD8kWirJFx9hxQQ5A2K6cXnBwvT9wDzqEbqVRy_LSaR2oBh-AHTrsMcXAIZQd5p7lICLCeGTCATkkYv/s320/fraser1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529038775111356130" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCASH0w-Tykvlw5MKzAkzoIOlqkCgK7Z3fbq0qg8vUq8aqxwzNr8qPOckT58uY8wCJtx6yOVXLJvzXelnLIpW5LdvM0oEV4fZS9LMYcdT4ynug2Gl1LGfwnvDWB8XDIkZjJO7/s1600/fraser2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCASH0w-Tykvlw5MKzAkzoIOlqkCgK7Z3fbq0qg8vUq8aqxwzNr8qPOckT58uY8wCJtx6yOVXLJvzXelnLIpW5LdvM0oEV4fZS9LMYcdT4ynug2Gl1LGfwnvDWB8XDIkZjJO7/s320/fraser2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529038772857900290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a name='more'></a></span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38XneNHE_amWuxMMAWPOfcJzjkF-ZvuvNV8-MerkVV5edqYC9pt01wVLQUFZBMLkZ4b85VoFrrd7L0N0WlDSAkGaDZwsRFjzztaweaoSpbf49sSYw7wwiHaLW0z_hR4lqBp_K/s1600/fraser3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38XneNHE_amWuxMMAWPOfcJzjkF-ZvuvNV8-MerkVV5edqYC9pt01wVLQUFZBMLkZ4b85VoFrrd7L0N0WlDSAkGaDZwsRFjzztaweaoSpbf49sSYw7wwiHaLW0z_hR4lqBp_K/s320/fraser3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529038777425433666" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I even had time to indulge in something I've been wanting to do. I may not be a pro but who cares, I like doing it. Even got it photoshopped after I came down from the hill. The above are just some of the pics that I have. The rest can be found on my </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tananne/sets/72157624989192883/">flickr</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=227511&id=606780898&l=c057f758f5">facebook</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> sites. Isn't it just beautiful? There's more beauty everywhere than we care to look. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Besides that, I really thought that God might speak to me on something crucial in my life - like something I should let go or something I need to do or something to that extend. It was a stressful feeling and I was slightly worried. But all God did was to allow me to rest in His arms and reminded me that He loves me just as I am. There was no pre requisite and there is no other requirements. It was rather relieving and peaceful to know that I need to try so hard sometimes. I forget that sometimes. It's amazing to be loved and known by God. And it's amazing that He does not expect us to be more than human. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Love you, God! And thank You!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-70071457017607388212010-10-02T23:03:00.003+08:002010-10-02T23:46:28.153+08:00<a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://zoomcrossmedia.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/frozen-clock1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 306px;" src="http://zoomcrossmedia.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/frozen-clock1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Early this morning I was suppose to wake up at 6.00am for Morning Prayers. My alarm rang on time. And I rolled over to turn it off. Lying on my back I told my body to get up. I was all ready to get up and go. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Right about then, the whole silent world froze while time continued to tick by. Somehow I was completely unconscious of it nor have any form of memory about what happened. My theory is that professor X wasn't that far off and up to something in the mutant world. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Cos right then I turned to look once more at my clock. It was 6.25am. 25minutes had simply skipped by and I had no idea how. I don't remember falling asleep or waking up. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Later while napping after returning from morning prayers, it happened again. My alarm rang at 8.30am as planned. But a second look at the clock revealed that it was 8.55am instead. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-76371107154822681722010-09-28T10:38:00.000+08:002010-09-30T10:56:48.359+08:00Just a little unwell<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />It's been over two weeks now and I'm still coughing up green mucus.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Eww</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">..<br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I caught the flu in china and it's really lingering...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Don't remember ever being sick so long in my life. Ugh what's wrong with me? God I just wanna get well. And a little voice says "</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >perhaps you should use your common sense and bother to medicate yourself then huh</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">" Oh </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Pfft</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.<br /><br /><span><span><a href="http://mumsgather.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/cough.gif"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://mumsgather.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/cough.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a></span></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-80515163317228745792010-09-20T22:09:00.000+08:002010-09-27T21:22:19.699+08:00Singapore for Valerie's weddingThis is my third destination in short of a month. Which is totally uncommon. And a little stressful I might add.<br /><br />But there I was rushing down to Singapore via the midnight train. Not a pleasant experience I might add. But we managed to drag ourselves there and around and finally for the wedding!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRPvgGVIvw2QdHtmgA9qsPkEzs56M5GKFAVjzH3VevgmuAjRwH_8yGV-P16qmreHwqxnkRhZZ0Vp30ga4Td-OV3yjLR4-wcJ7dOw79KjCrHgSpkZwugx7AEeiaXkQZhNPsdQVa/s1600/val_wedding.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRPvgGVIvw2QdHtmgA9qsPkEzs56M5GKFAVjzH3VevgmuAjRwH_8yGV-P16qmreHwqxnkRhZZ0Vp30ga4Td-OV3yjLR4-wcJ7dOw79KjCrHgSpkZwugx7AEeiaXkQZhNPsdQVa/s320/val_wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521572194014638658" border="0" /></a><br />Congrats Valerie and Thiong Guan. Or is it Thiong Guan and Valerie? Hmm.. It was a happy ocassion and I'm so happy for you guys. And hope u two have a good one. May God bless you and take care of you.<br /><br />It was great catching a break and walking around Singapore, meeting up with old friends and just hanging. Although I faced a series of unfortunate events, all's well that ends well. More pictures <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=218002&id=606780898&l=6aa9663dc6">here</a>. Miss you guys already!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdFPB3IraDrC__adFh3ugUyZNkfNfi8JUBt0zZw1FTZVx2O2n-mpMueC8s5Tn-Shpxciie-btPBgjA-ZLZdCmAWz7uS0BsdjJ4EbPNu3PTNpm2EG7knCp7kcnGotAC61IrKcD/s1600/62999_497007104427_732319427_7068800_7175987_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdFPB3IraDrC__adFh3ugUyZNkfNfi8JUBt0zZw1FTZVx2O2n-mpMueC8s5Tn-Shpxciie-btPBgjA-ZLZdCmAWz7uS0BsdjJ4EbPNu3PTNpm2EG7knCp7kcnGotAC61IrKcD/s320/62999_497007104427_732319427_7068800_7175987_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521582691669892082" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-69640866050118565292010-09-15T18:43:00.001+08:002010-09-23T22:07:59.862+08:00China Trip 2010Ok so here's me talking about my China trip. I was so lazy to write this down. It was very appreciative for this trip that I did not need to pay. God provides in mysterious ways. It's my first trip to real china and to where my grandparents came from - <span style="font-weight: bold;">hometown</span>. Regardless of what others feel about their origin, I was pretty excited to find out. And so I jumped on a plane with my mom and two sisters and headed to xiamen with a bunch of other family members. <span style="font-style: italic;">Yippee! </span>My <span style="font-weight: bold;">first </span>tour.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTXKgiMWPi2EZGHtq3_-FGUo1qq7XVo0kxmmGmRtbSVU7t-4HnoFlyB24lpcIJkqsoTf1I2Yf1HquUhzHzm9uDoo532MKQMnZGqf3Nh7mGVH_uOEpuj6ioNZVZWw_0vfhhcj6O/s1600/china_journal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTXKgiMWPi2EZGHtq3_-FGUo1qq7XVo0kxmmGmRtbSVU7t-4HnoFlyB24lpcIJkqsoTf1I2Yf1HquUhzHzm9uDoo532MKQMnZGqf3Nh7mGVH_uOEpuj6ioNZVZWw_0vfhhcj6O/s400/china_journal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520060729771726418" border="0" /></a><br />The above is a page of my journal and all the places we went and all the things we learnt! Being in a tour gives you so much more when the tour guide tells you its history and news and all the things you would have otherwise missed. And I begin to realise the deep culture and significance of so many things around me - even those that were not said. So despite the heat and the migraine, toe swelling, and flu that I got, I experienced more than my fair share of things.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNt4RdQHa2nbh9BSC7sFRkre5U5o1IOh2S0EFptYPWbEF1HHOhV-V6TzxnA_6V38IGjlQDWTcqHD3n4o_GRFmg5raGjGfXqis8OMA1z5RVs8qh5VKSP_Hy4LHwEcBKsdlplJNX/s1600/china2010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNt4RdQHa2nbh9BSC7sFRkre5U5o1IOh2S0EFptYPWbEF1HHOhV-V6TzxnA_6V38IGjlQDWTcqHD3n4o_GRFmg5raGjGfXqis8OMA1z5RVs8qh5VKSP_Hy4LHwEcBKsdlplJNX/s400/china2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520103141934599490" border="0" /></a><br />Being on a trip like this allows us the opportunity to get to know each other more. I've never spent 8days straight with my cousins before. Man, I didn't quite even notice some before this ;) <span style="font-size:85%;">That's quite bad of me. </span>I'm glad I got to know some of my cousins a little better. Although there were things I could have live with not knowing. But family's family. It tests your patience, and everything!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPluIPpjYeunOck9G5xn3a_l9w3OTyDPhOTv7zGk7k83RSuj3KqYq-U4_iSjs6vDEgV4pxrQfEw2hs4ZvWRekbdRXN-rakri4AKaXxdkt2dwRZB3ron_ZTovGu9-Yn-771NZW7/s1600/61905_431891831386_632251386_5114503_6530910_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPluIPpjYeunOck9G5xn3a_l9w3OTyDPhOTv7zGk7k83RSuj3KqYq-U4_iSjs6vDEgV4pxrQfEw2hs4ZvWRekbdRXN-rakri4AKaXxdkt2dwRZB3ron_ZTovGu9-Yn-771NZW7/s320/61905_431891831386_632251386_5114503_6530910_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520104320489410194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaNpbNuHQwTEha775AEwqXpVjXwpl_D62BT5qIjqXJjolx-Ov7PSKMyuvMw31lEZznsWcAW6TNP07WWJxKFAihEfF50xGALtvEMtBn-58w0EjNeNbs87YfZ5sLIjmrTX-D5Viq/s1600/61840_431789036386_632251386_5112090_859229_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaNpbNuHQwTEha775AEwqXpVjXwpl_D62BT5qIjqXJjolx-Ov7PSKMyuvMw31lEZznsWcAW6TNP07WWJxKFAihEfF50xGALtvEMtBn-58w0EjNeNbs87YfZ5sLIjmrTX-D5Viq/s320/61840_431789036386_632251386_5112090_859229_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520104751722173762" border="0" /></a><br />For more pictures, check out Lynne's<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> (my sister) </span></span>photo album on facebook. I'm too lazy to upload or anything like that. :)<br /><br />We met up with the folks back at home and the only awkwardness was our inability to communicate properly (it was weird to hear the whole town speak a language that is almost extinct here that we use as a secret language). But it was rather touching when they say "make yourself at home cos you're home" and they hold your hand with tears in their eyes. And oh, Putian is a city. Seremban is the <span style="font-style: italic;">kampung</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg43OJLXvkHMDeSlMlivPHCTwNxz65gmeuEbf3BtpFZxK1iy8dvfYaIhZAeejlYAJaMNfDXcbMv1XYXAAJlTOg_rybi-864AmuN1paIUYsGkYBZsMTW0C1iVvEswcWa2gkIqUKM/s1600/60453_432139471386_632251386_5119130_1850751_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg43OJLXvkHMDeSlMlivPHCTwNxz65gmeuEbf3BtpFZxK1iy8dvfYaIhZAeejlYAJaMNfDXcbMv1XYXAAJlTOg_rybi-864AmuN1paIUYsGkYBZsMTW0C1iVvEswcWa2gkIqUKM/s320/60453_432139471386_632251386_5119130_1850751_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520108401142569170" border="0" /></a>But despite of all that, I really do not like tours very much. You don't get much rest and you eat way too much. I also don't get to experience the real deal - the street food, the normal hussle and bussle, etc. Isn't that what traveling is about? Experiencing all that? But I didn't <span style="font-style: italic;">mind </span>the amazing hotels though. <span style="font-size:85%;">hehe</span>. <span style="font-style: italic;">Aaahh </span>all in all it was good. =) so very tiring though....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-3887216545064047952010-09-02T23:04:00.011+08:002010-09-05T14:19:44.912+08:00Trip to Camerons<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5AU2jODJEI-lmR3xZKV-XMHPrjxAXKuKbAQhEw4zqW5cY9fYj-sDdnVZ5PAAJkxMmXBxFDtd1eMLutvmaW4jY7suvX3P-KAaeJlF8epv5Aws78RWmwxirHvyXb0z2ninc92ew/s1600/cameron3c.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5AU2jODJEI-lmR3xZKV-XMHPrjxAXKuKbAQhEw4zqW5cY9fYj-sDdnVZ5PAAJkxMmXBxFDtd1eMLutvmaW4jY7suvX3P-KAaeJlF8epv5Aws78RWmwxirHvyXb0z2ninc92ew/s320/cameron3c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513307377157673970" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />It was something I had to do, as daunting as it had at first sound to me. But that's me. I'm usually afraid to leave the shore to reach the edge of the waters that I want to go. As ironic as that may sound to you. But every time I find an anchor I know I can depend on, I will go. Cos the edge of the water promises a beautiful horizon that I want to see and be a part of.<br /><br />So this something that I had to do turned into a roadtrip to eat and get away from reality. I was excited. I couldn't believe it. And so in the midst of 'working', we had our own holiday.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjASDcx-02MDegsgszzX41vSdia_RXJzsjT8sfzcNRlFF7Mz83cy_5rvsFXsgJ1b-5Zi_uBojq25-qLbl1TqsU6m6Ns4x30st7YiQ5Lha6VjlQzvNsPAhueKYyIEFGCY3B3mzhT/s1600/cameron1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjASDcx-02MDegsgszzX41vSdia_RXJzsjT8sfzcNRlFF7Mz83cy_5rvsFXsgJ1b-5Zi_uBojq25-qLbl1TqsU6m6Ns4x30st7YiQ5Lha6VjlQzvNsPAhueKYyIEFGCY3B3mzhT/s320/cameron1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513298683048741746" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMHvQ_dod898cJUmQnA6lh3ynpW2lkE5xTOXLJfzz2YJ-_FmN6FGlFp0wDGGszSnigVTyXKhD43NbCT5IwiZ7AkzG6_tLKg2ORBwWm8ObtmuxsVEsp8AVO_5IuI6mV9WEQTCX/s1600/cameron1b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMHvQ_dod898cJUmQnA6lh3ynpW2lkE5xTOXLJfzz2YJ-_FmN6FGlFp0wDGGszSnigVTyXKhD43NbCT5IwiZ7AkzG6_tLKg2ORBwWm8ObtmuxsVEsp8AVO_5IuI6mV9WEQTCX/s320/cameron1b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513298690461350354" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnEDc9XAtlt_HUWWuVOwWgBK-EitQN8jNWfkwCtTXUxnngcosMzNk2heXHao-CUQGD3mA4a9MD5-Ds908Jn-ujqgXS7bwpJWknu30Q-T_5siK6SPyzjRopEBJ0uVZEf_XMTxzz/s1600/cameron2a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnEDc9XAtlt_HUWWuVOwWgBK-EitQN8jNWfkwCtTXUxnngcosMzNk2heXHao-CUQGD3mA4a9MD5-Ds908Jn-ujqgXS7bwpJWknu30Q-T_5siK6SPyzjRopEBJ0uVZEf_XMTxzz/s320/cameron2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513302719363469074" border="0" /></a><br />With Jotay eating and sleeping almost all the way, (which did give a certain serenity on the road) I had some time to think and absorb the scenery. I usually have a lot swimming in my mind and heart. Most of the time I simply wonder when the hecticness had so much control over me. Have you ever notice how our lives have became a list of 'to dos'. And you cannot seem to break out of the system anymore. Many of those times we're just doing things we have to do. And all meanings slowly becomes lost. <span style="font-style: italic;">No wonder I'm not moving along in my life? Have I become stuck? </span><br /><br />But this time I wasn't really thinking of all the things I had to do. (I couldn't even if I wanted to) With the GPS telling us where to go and Der driving and Jotay keeping tab of the bill, I only had my agenda at hand. I stared out at the jungle on the left side of the car and felt the breeze on my face, and felt happy. A kind of peace and happiness I've not felt in a long while. And it felt SO good! And then I wondered where it had been all this while. Is it so hard to feel happy? Is happy such a fleeting feeling these days?<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> (note: it's not that I'm not happy with my life. In fact I find more fulfilment in doing what I do than I hav</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">e anywhere else. It is my honour and pleasure to serve GOd this way. Sure there will always be unsatisfaction here and there. But in this side of </span><a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQtUzqlas9omBQMBsTPFRPACtOa2qJ8Bcs7yA6jW0flAmJ4u8PTYmVhx4botKLxYzOIGxEp2iqmJS6ufs-VmB78u0RgWlKEjABwrSlFRXgCGS1_vTL91-S6njeUKlnkX1yfu6G/s1600/cameron2b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQtUzqlas9omBQMBsTPFRPACtOa2qJ8Bcs7yA6jW0flAmJ4u8PTYmVhx4botKLxYzOIGxEp2iqmJS6ufs-VmB78u0RgWlKEjABwrSlFRXgCGS1_vTL91-S6njeUKlnkX1yfu6G/s320/cameron2b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513302726942895458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">heaven, surely! Yet it is my heart that feels heavy from so many a burden and pain. That I don't know how to enjoy much anymore or simply feel happy and not worry or try so hard to be...)</span></span><br /><br />So I thank the people who were willing to indulge me and make me happy. <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I thank God for such people in my life and I thank God for always knowing and always giving that little that I need to go on. I know that you're amazing and that this is who You are and who You will always be. I know that You will always love me like that and care for me like that. I want to learnt to always trust You like that. Knowing that You hold everything in the palm of Your hands and that all resources comes from You - no matter what f</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">orm it comes fr</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">om or from who. Teach me to let go and allow myself enjoy.</span><br /><br />Have you ever notice how the clouds rush into itself and roll over the horizon? Have you ever notice the layers of colours in a sunset? Have your heart ever stop short from looking at a sight because it was too beautiful for words? =)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiibx6MxQXwCbp4NVmdCAhl11J_iDfYIXSfvMacct1tIuyG7mHwRuM38k3yh4Xe2LTk_XyIEi-UaLoea2eiCBV3X5BPgRXj4qwpkVWRiVNea6f4Jmdc8CfsQIcMKEuePSUIqae3/s1600/cameron3b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiibx6MxQXwCbp4NVmdCAhl11J_iDfYIXSfvMacct1tIuyG7mHwRuM38k3yh4Xe2LTk_XyIEi-UaLoea2eiCBV3X5BPgRXj4qwpkVWRiVNea6f4Jmdc8CfsQIcMKEuePSUIqae3/s320/cameron3b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513307370666168562" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVt_N-UXn2ZNipQakDzmdCztky_0GKSqhyFHWNHfOcB0sL9NQ51_p82OxQSYGJX_KoMKFdbHANYij71B72hjIIabjwDPjI5-1FCHUGjt_QPxz4YZYEVh7Hi253uoqLZTPVgAuX/s1600/cameron3a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVt_N-UXn2ZNipQakDzmdCztky_0GKSqhyFHWNHfOcB0sL9NQ51_p82OxQSYGJX_KoMKFdbHANYij71B72hjIIabjwDPjI5-1FCHUGjt_QPxz4YZYEVh7Hi253uoqLZTPVgAuX/s320/cameron3a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513307366303086290" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-52176633913694623992010-08-28T10:02:00.004+08:002010-09-02T23:03:59.181+08:00Hope and meaning<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />I've heard about him some time back and even used it to motivate the youth. But it never fails to inspire me again. So watch the video below and be inspired!<br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><object style="background-image: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/Tl58qufXfYk/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tl58qufXfYk?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tl58qufXfYk?fs=1&hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><br /></div> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />So many times we focused our attention on our own needs and wants and lack and it really does make us more miserable. When we start to look within ourselves, what really did we expect to find? Something extraordinary?</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But when we begin to look out and beyond, and really hang our hearts on our sleeves, we find extraordinary meaning in the things we can do.<br /><br />How long can I moan for an <span style="font-style: italic;">iphone</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">blackberry</span> when there are many who do not even have telephone connected to their homes or that they do not have anyone who'd want to look for them to begin with.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">We must go, we must see, we must give, we must share, we must care</span>. Then regardless of what I don't have, or what's been wronged me, or what issues I might have... it pales by comparison.<br /><br />I've got to remember, as I remember my God-given dream, that it's not about how much I can withstand or bear. It has always been about Him.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12986532.post-29740113770568113872010-08-15T18:25:00.000+08:002010-08-18T18:36:48.077+08:00almost familiar books<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The other day as I was having lunch and I saw this side book-stall </span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >(the kind that sells cheap chinese books which I normally don't bother to stop to look since I can't read Chinese)</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. The front cover graphic caught my eye as it was familiar. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:130%;">Twilight! </span>They're selling that cheap? They may have other favourable books then! </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I thought. A closer look revealed that the familiar covered books were splattered with Chinese characters. <span style="font-style: italic;">Wow.</span> They translated all these books? There was The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, all the Twilight series, and other popular books which I can't recall right now.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguTUJvWuRES4cC-G3hJ9LMEfhgMMEOrX1kA3NAgrf-QNYPoedgnuwSjMiiZbWr3Wiq83FCQj1Iu7N_RHEMnXRYwKZ4DAMobZCnXxt1IrXU5blfFyQGOEC9XVTHOQpQQ_7N8BOq/s1600/05082010270.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguTUJvWuRES4cC-G3hJ9LMEfhgMMEOrX1kA3NAgrf-QNYPoedgnuwSjMiiZbWr3Wiq83FCQj1Iu7N_RHEMnXRYwKZ4DAMobZCnXxt1IrXU5blfFyQGOEC9XVTHOQpQQ_7N8BOq/s320/05082010270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506696348078994978" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><SCRIPT TYPE="text/javascript" SRC="http://www.brainyquote.com/link/quotebr.js"></SCRIPT>
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