Faith

They always say faith can move mountains. But as you grow older, you find it harder to believe, harder to count on it, harder to trust or risk it. I don't know what it is that makes us such an unbeliever. Perhaps it's simply this world. That's why Jesus talked so much about childlike faith. Just the ability to simply believe.

It's not that I don't believe. I just prefer to be prepared. But I remember the few occasions where I didn't have a backup plan and God as all I had. Faith takes a new meaning in those time. And he always saw me through.

A 14year old reminded me of that when she believed. She believed that her God was able to postpone a government state-wide exam though the exam was scheduled to be in a month's time. She wanted to serve her God and she believed He would make a way. Simple as that. I had my doubts.

God made that miracle for her..... And reminded me.... (Thanks Jess) .... Faith can move mountains.

How could I forget that You are that God
The God that called the universe to be
You gave life and made everything that we see
The sun and the sea and the earth is at your very command
The rocks cry out to You, O God

How could I forget that You are the Love
The Love that rescued me when all was bleak
Seen me through every season of my life
You hung on to me when no one else did and showed me worth
You taught my heart to sing, O Lord

How could I forget, how could I forsake
How could I turn my face and walk away
Where else would I go when my heart falls apart
Where else can I run when the world turns to taunt
I could not live a single day without You
You are my all in all, my everything

How could I forget that You are the Reason
The reason I live, I sing, I try, I love
You've never failed, hand in hand, step by step
Showed me your wondrous plan and invited me on this journey
I wanna go where You call me, my God

Hazel's Birthday

This is why I skipped cell yet again this year.... for YOU, Hazel!

Another picture compilation lifted of Hazel's blog. So the "my" refers to Hazel - of course. Don't give me that look! I'm just being efficient. (or lazy, whichever you prefer...)



This is Hazel's 25th birthday at a pork haven known as Euro Deli. Apparently I pigged out that night. And my huge appetite is now well-known among my friends. I had forgotten how big my appetite was. *shy* But the food was gooooooood......

For more pictures, click here (compilation of 3 photographers and their camera)

And one of my favourite picture - behind us is KLCC in all its brilliance.

NS Jonker Street

So in the past few years, NS has been growing and developing in ways it should have years before that. And the progress, I dare say, is a great move towards improving this township. Right now Seremban is becoming more of an actual town/small city.

We've had better roads, town decorations and lightings, highlights on tourist spots, major hypermarts and hotspots, improvement in the govt depts, etc. It's a good thing.

One of the latest thing this town has seen (well kinda) is the formal introduction to our Singapore Street. Now being introduced as the "NS Jonker Street". The only similarity is the ancient buildings though. (see picture below)



Picture was taken a week before the Mid-Autumn Festival where a stage and DJ was present for some happening event which I never attended. Stalls are just beginning to be set up. It was 5+pm. The banner hanging high in the sky introduces Singapore street as NS Jonker Street.

Seremban has been know for being a copycat. Be it private business (you see a lot of imitation company names and brands around to curi business), or things like this. We're not particularly original with ideas here. Like Seremban 2 and 3, the many Cambridge English around, and what have you. But then again, my dad says, it's a small town thing.

Power of Love

I don't know how many people actually read my blog. But I came across something recently while reading my text for the BCM extension class. I found the portion powerful to address many underlying issues that have been surrounding me. I hope you, yes you, read this and remember.

When the Song of Songs talks about love, it emphasizes the necessity that love be kept under control despite the passion, the longing, and the anticipation. These charactersitics must be controlled because they give love power over a person and that power can work in positive ways to overcome the obstacles of circumstances or work in negative ways as it breaks through barriers of propriety*. Love has this power whether applied to young unmarried sweethearts, those who are betrothed, newlyweds, or those married for decades. It's power is not only evident when the flames are burning, but then the flames are dying. This power is addressed directly in Song of Songs 8:6-7:

"Love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave.
It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away. If one were to give all the wealth of his house
for love, it would be utterly scorned**."

The love songs preserved in this book illustrates manty of the faces of love's power. A wise person must be aware of that power and recognize its faces and its dangers. Love and sex wield incredible power, and the wise person will understand that and learn to harness and discipline that area of his or her life.

- taken from pg 315 Bridging Context of Wisdom Literature, Old Testament Today, Walton&Hill.

[* or general standard of accepted conduct or manners. ]
[** treated with contempt or rejected. ]

Honestly, many of us don't even understand love or can claim to really. Maybe we do whatever that seems right in our eyes because we don't really understand or know. Wisdom comes when we humble ourselves to learn from others that has been there. And it takes a wise person to understand what has been said above... and hopefully take it into consideration and food or thought for our own sakes.

Playing house

For the last couple of days, my parents went to Dubai and Cairo for an all-expense paid trip that they won from some credit card competition. In Dubai, they got to stay in Burj Al Arab - an exclusive 7star hotel that would charge you for simply stepping into their foyer. Dubai is said to be one of the most beautiful Arab countries.
PICTURES of my parent's trip.

ANYWAY.... I was home alone. After the weekend, even my sisters left and I was literally home alone. I wasn't sure if I was suppose to feel freaked and worried or excited. I don't remember staying in this home alone for a long period of time before. People around me gave a mix reaction. But I guess perception comes with experience. I was neutral.

The way I see it, In a way, I had a chance to play house... and that, I like.
I watered the plants and fed the dogs. I cooked and cleaned.

ohyes, I cooked my own dinner and I'm pretty proud about it. Here's the menu:



instant macaroni and cheese with slices of deli chicken, button mushroom, and broiled broccoli. And leftover red wine.







rice cooked with chicken stock, curry chicken (provided by Aunty Pang), broccoli fried with button mushroom. And water.






Though these are not new to most people but I have not for a long time. AND most people don't have a massive plantation at their doorstep and 4 hungry noisy dogs. It just took much longer to do all that alone. My parents were worried I wouldn't survive. Hmph!

The only time and thing that actually hit me that I was alone was the silence that I hear. In a way, knowing I'm alone, and that there' no one else on the frontline did freak me out a little. I checked the doors and the alarms and the dogs to ensure I was safe. I reminded myself that the house was not very penetrable. And yet when I close my eyes to sleep, a sense of fear creeps in and I opened my eyes with a jolt. I suddenly remembered all the movies, and the stories, and the news.... and I just could not sleep. It was indeed quite long ago since I last felt fear like this - the kind that creeps in your heart and just grips it. I did the only thing I knew to do. I prayed. I clung to God - my tower of refuge. And there is a peace that surpasses all understanding that guards our hearts and our minds in Christ. =) That peace overcame me. And that kept me in one piece the whole time.

The Temple on the Hill

Did you know about the temple on the Kepayang hill, surrounded with a thick jungle where the mist float about? The one we always wonder how you could possible get to. The small light in the middle of the forest up on the hill. Know that temple? Remember?

Well this is not a story about that.

This is the story about the journey up... (the lower temple actually)

Today I was awaken by my alarm at 6.30am while my brain screams in objection that it was far too early and the sun had no risen. As I was deciding to go back to sleep and call the entire effort off, my phone rang.

Today Esther Tan-Chong called me at 6.31am to get out of bed.

Today I dragged myself out of bed to get ready and sat on my stool, soaking in the morning experience. I was fully awake. And I had a few minutes to spare. So my heart turned to God. And to my surprise, time flew by as I talked to God.

Today Joel Chong had to call me to get out of the house at 6.55am because they had arrived and were waiting for me.

Today I saw Kepayang hill for the first time and climbed the hill much to the objection of my exhausted muscles. It was sheer torture to force my body to move up the slope. But talking helped keep my mind of the task. And 45mins later, we saw the miserable looking temple on the hill with the tiny bell. I collapsed in relief.

Today I saw the view of this side of Seremban for the first time in my 25years of living here. It was nothing to look at. But the view of the mountains and the mist and the forest on one side was a sight my heart beheld. I was glad I went. We sat talking about all kinds of things for the next 30mins. I've almost forgotten what natural fresh air felt like. And sitting there on the top of a mountain. I was rejuvenated!

We hurried down the hill at 8.30am. I knew I was late. I still had to bath before I headed to work. I rushed home and took a quick shower and hurried to work, arriving about the same time I do every other day - a few minutes pass 9am.

This morning I felt that I had accomplished so much before I even went to work. I had exercised, gone to a place I've never been, fellowship with mentor and youth alike, took a morning bath, and talked to God.

This morning, I did not need a cup of coffee to help me start of my day.

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Today I got a headache from lack of sleep and the heat
Today I took a long afternoon nap
Today I went to bed before midnight...

Anne's Day Out

After weeks of intense pressure, I sat at Starbucks with some of my girlfriends and just kicked back and relaxed. The weather was splendid for sitting out with a Starbuck's maciato in one hand. As the rest say, it was almost like we weren't in Malaysia. Ah.. I wouldn't know.

I cannot begin to explain the joy of being able to just sit back and just hang out with my friends. I get so little of that these days. And it's such an awesome feeling. We need to really find time to strengthen bonds and rest in real friendship that you can truly be encouraged to be the best of yourself and not hated for being the worst of yourself.

I'm also glad to know that there is another place I can to "rest" when things go bad. That i can find complete rest in Christ. In the middle of the week or during altar calls or when I'm alone in the room, I can just stop and leave my burdens to Him and just rest.

Here's a picture I took of Hazel's blog. To quote FC and Sally: "Why re-invent the wheel?"

On a different note, Lavinia and I watched The Invasion the night after. We had spent an entire day together, something not done for a very long time. And some friendships you don't ever wanna loose.

Though the movie was about alien invasion and psychological thriller stuff and Daniel Craig could melt your heart, I was drawn to what one of the ambassador was saying in the movie - a phrase that was repeated at the end. I don't remember how it goes exactly but it's something like "humans are capable of the most horrid crimes when they are desperate". When we are fighting for our survival or to gain something we really want or love, there is no limit or extend to what we can do and will do. The simple explanation would be the fight to survive or exist in this world. Human would fight, steal, kill, just to live, without any other psychological explanation save this.

Perhaps it's true. I mean, I believe it is.

Yet there is hope. That true virtue still exist. And when we fight our human instincts to allow these virtues to rise up (with Christ living in us), then we truly stand out and amaze the world.

But everyone has a limit. I wonder where is that limit.

TAGS

Uh.. banyak nya tags. Not sure what it's for also.

EIGHT
i think i'm suppose to say 8 things about myself that you probably wouldn't know about. i feel like I've done this before. Anyway here goes...

1. Mornings are absolutely dreadful. I have to drag myself out of bed almost everyday. And I can be quite grumpy in the early morns'. Cobwebs in them brains.
   
2. I love writing essays. Especially Comprehension during the English Subject in school. Thus, the blogging, I guess.
3. I have quite a number of stuffed animals. They all sit on my shelves. None of which I bought for myself. People think girls should have stuffed toys and load them upon me. Not that I mind.
   
4. I dry all the flowers I get. Some are still here in my room even after 8 years. I'm sentimental that way and I like the smell of dried flowers. I like the live version of flowers as well.
   
5. I normally peel my toe nail instead of cutting it. It's soft enough to peel it right out. Of course, this is also a pedicure nightmare but I don't care.
   
6. I've short circuited my hard disk.... twice. It's embarassing to know that I'm a computer student.
   
7. To date, I have 7 fictional novels and about 7 non fictional in line to read. Not counting the 1 fictional I am going to borrow from Fer once I finish my reading assignment in two weeks. *hehe*
   
8. I have a big room but I don't have enough space to put all my stuff. Thus, the "mess". I need a bigger room or a house of my own.
   

FIVE
5 things in my bag:

1. Car keys
2. Handphone
3. Wallet
4. Ipod
5. Pen

5 things in my wallet:

1. name cards
2. petrol receipts
3. credit card
4. IC
5. money

5 favourite things in my room:

1. bed
2. my Ikea lamp
3. accessories and bling blings (new favourite)
4. laptop
5. Shelves (yea i'm weird)

5 things you always wanted to do:

1. Travel
2. witness a production of an A-rating movie from the casting to the final editing.
   
3. Maintain a consistent exercise routine
4. go on a cruise
5. live overseas for a period of time

5 things you currently into:

1. updating this blog
2. reading my Old Testament Survey
   
3. recuperating (big time) from the recent stress period
4. work that never ends. Next major focus: Agapeline and GLS
5. thinking for Aspirers' near future

5 ppl to tag:

1. kimberly
2. stephanie
3. peter
4. larissa
5. lynne
   

Aspirers Anniversary

I thought I was so busy that I would not be able to make this year's anniversary. I was afraid that it would fall on me to make it happen. I fought between the urge to make sure it went well with the conviction that I needed to train the youths to take up the lead in different areas. I struggled with time and effort. I knew I was falling short in the eyes of those around me, as well as God.

I needed His grace. And I knew it. Not for me but for Aspirers. That though I fail and fall, it would still stand tall and display His faithfulness.

God is faithful to the end.

This anniversary, I saw that. This is the beginning of greater things. We all saw that. The young ones... they are so talented, passionated, with great potential in them. My heart swelled with pride. God see them through...
The worship and dance - Take It All



The skit - The Champion
How unfortunate that the main fight scene was not recorded. How very sad....... saaaadddd......



The prayer


The cake


May God bring Aspirers to higher heights for His glory. May these youth grow up to be full of the Spirit and zeal for Him, passionate bout ministry, able and gifted in different areas of work, and a lighthouse and testimony for all to see that lives will be touched through them.

I see a generation rising up to take the place with selfless faith
I hear a new revival starting as we pray and seek, we're on our knees
- Hosanna, Hillsong

God bless Aspirers!

Indescribable

by Chris Tomlin

From the highest of heights to the depths of the sea,
Creation's revealing Your majesty.
From the colors of fall to the fragrance of spring,
Every creature unique in the song that it sings. All exclaiming...

(Chorus)
Indescribable, Uncontainable,
You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.
You are amazing God.
All powerful, Untameable,
Awestruck we fall to our knees and we humbly proclaim,
You are amazing God.

Who has told every lightning bolt where it should go,
Or seen heavenly storehouses laden with snow?
Who imagined the sun and gives source to its light,
Yet conceals it to give us the coolness of night?
None can fathom...

Incomparable, Unchangeable,
You see the depths of my heart and You love me the same.
You are amazing God.

We viewed a DVD of Pastor Louie Giglio (during the Indescribable tour with Chris Tomlin) and he share about the sun and the stars and the mighty universe. And it blew our minds away. It really puts things into perspective of how small we really really are. We cannot even begin to imagine how big God is, and how perfect and majestic His creation is. More on the indescribable sermon: Fer, Stephy

And though our solar system is only a speck of dust in the Milky Way (one of the 5 galaxies of the known universe), God in all His glory and greatness cares for you and me. He cares for our petty needs and wants. He came to live as one of us and died in the most humiliating way.... for you and for me.

THAT is indescribable...

The clouds roll back

The sun shone brighter today
The clouds had rolled back
I can even hear some birds say
Lifted is my heavy sack
Lighter is my burdensome heart
God has lifted my eyes
Shown me His majesty and art
So to my pains I say my goodbyes
He has brought me serenity and relief
I know He is carrying me through
Because God has made me belief
Fallen back is my blue

Unexpected Journey

I was quite miserable and my heart deeply troubled. My mind was intensely out of order and I knew I needed a getaway.

God's timing was perfect. I had initially forgotten that I had set the recce date for today. But it was perfect opportunity.... to run away.

And for the first time, without thinking thoroughly, I made my way (with Ann and Joshua) to a place I've never been. I drove my Kembara up the hills of Genting. I went to near-Bentong as well as Genting View. And in a not-so-well-thought-through-decision, made my way to Awana as well. In my Kembara. In my old second-hand no-power Kembara for the very first time, without supervision. While it rained.

It was a BIG deal for me. For people who know me, I have NEVER driven so far, never in such short notice, and never without thorough planning. LOL! I found myself standing in the all-familiar Awana with Winne and thinking, "I drove here today and will be driving back today". And it blew my mind.

I think I did it cos I was desperate. And it was an awesome experience. I came back so much more refreshed. I came back more focused. Maybe it was the cool air up there. AahHhh.. I know now why people do such im-promp-tu, crazy acts like these. Took me quite a while to figure THAT out....

Callie's Farewell

Since Hazel has so successfully blogged about this event, please refer to her blog.

Dear Callie,
May God hold you in one piece in South Hampton and fill you with so much love that you won't be so homesick. May you grow in character, in your walk with God and in your knowledge of the world as you live for His glory. May you also never like any countries there so that you'd want to come home to Malaysia. hehe. God bless!

Church Camp Report

Camp Working Committee

When I said working committee, I really meant working. If you're in this for the glamour, we've got news for you. The work can be killer, as FC and Sally will tell you. But as we pray each time, God we're doing this for your glory.

Being once again in the committee brings a whole new meaning to responsibility. This year it seems, work was more than overloaded. It tested us physically, mentally, and for the most of us at an emotional level as well. There were more campers than we could handle. Personally, I was challenged in all areas of my being.

20th Aug - Advance Party

We went a day ahead of the others.

I trusted my life into the hands of this:
*shivers*

The original 4hours journey up took far far longer this particular day due to road closure and accidents. We left Seremban at 9am and after a very short detour to KL for late breakfast and Ipoh for late lunch, arrived at Taiping 10minutes before 6pm. 9 hours! Talk about a LONG journey.

And no we didn't party. We went to work (I've already established this point). We had to pack the welcome packs and gifts, and check all last minute logistics as well as ALL the rooms. We spent a total of 20hours there (6hours sleeping, 2hours eating, 1hr praying, and almost the REST working)

However, besides only working, we were dragged out of our bed early in the morning for prayer. Deep in our hearts, we each knew this was important. Perhaps it was because we were so tired that we felt desperate for God. Deep in my heart I knew I wanted Him, I needed Him, and camp would simply be torture if Jesus wasn't with us. And when we prayed that morning, all our hearts broke loose and there was such peace and satisfaction in being in His presence. God's spirit was there with us to strengthen us, anoint us, and lift us up for the coming camp. God has been so good and our hearts were so filled. It had been so long since I felt God in that manner. In such a real and tangible way.

WOW! Isn't that what this is all about?

21st-24th Aug - The Camp

The most part of camp for me was spent doing what I was meant to do - work. On top of the general and the sudden extra work, I wanted to spend what time I have with the youth or to do what a good youth leader should. You will be amazed how hard that can be. To balance what you have to be and what you want to be and what you need. Making the right choices can be so hard. And not always rewarding. To me it didn't matter very much what people said or think as long as I knew what I was doing was right. But again, it's never easy. How do you learn to balance? It's so lonely at the top. Or perhaps it's just growing up.

I spent so many moments during worship and altar call unsatisfied. My heart was reaching out to God in desperation and it felt like I was falling short each time. God I'm here, do You see me? Do You hear me? I felt so many hearts around me breaking and aching. I felt my heart breaking and aching. I cried so many times till my heart could no longer contain it. All walls broke down at camp between God and me.

I also held the youth and I prayed for them. I watched out for them and was proud when I saw them crying out to God. To hear how they sought God, to see how they loved one another. Yet it broke my heart to see them ache in that way or when I had to be strict. I wished I was a better leader, and had more time, and more guts. Wished I could impart more, walk closer with them, and be there for them. And pray that they will realize that God is there for them - closer than a friend, more able than our father, sovereign and in control of yesterday today and tomorrow. That there is purpose in God and life is worth living for Him.

Post Camp

I left camp feeling more tired than ever. My heart had sunk to a lower state (for personal reasons) as depression began to sit in. I was going to fall sick soon. My world was spinning out of control in my mind. And though I seem I've got it all figured and in control, I wasn't. I couldn't make sense out of me. Despite what I said, what I did, what people saw in me. It wasn't enough for me.

You can only pretend so much. But friends who are true will always catch your heart when you fall. Even if they can't be there for you or don't know how, they still know. And they will pray and remember you. And you know that when you are ready, they are still there. God is good.

But friends of the same faith, some battles you have to fight on your own. Thank you for caring... Thank you for understanding and praying. Thank you for just knowing. That alone helps.

Photo Play





That's all I'm rajin enough to do...

Here's To Love

Here’s to love

Here’s to every dreamer in spring

To the dreams that someday, somehow

To the hopes and wishes of every young heart

That someday their prince will come

So here’s to love

Here’s to love

Here’s to being jilted and rejected

To broken hearts and tears shed

To the pain of watching one’s loved one love another

That a heart could be shattered to pieces

So here’s to love

Here’s to love

Here’s to the endless games that lovers play

To guessing and hoping and wishing

To torturing oneself with simply not knowing

That maybe, just maybe it could be

So here’s to love

Here’s to the notion of love

Here’s to the feeling of love

Here’s to the sacrifices of love

Here’s to the courage to love

Here’s to the pains of love

Here’s to what everybody wants… love

Small Delights

A few of the simple delights of the heart. Things that touches the heart.

A small bottle of uplifting and encouraging messages from Larissa

A cupcake with my name on it from Fer!






*smiles*

UnOrganizer

My PDA is no longer working!! My organizer, notepad, Bible, converter. OH NO!

This is what happens when you depend on technology! *double sweat*

If I send it for repair, it would mean that I would loose ALL my data - since I had not backed-up for a few months now.. there goes my data! Yet again! and it would cost me around rm200.

Should I ?

1. abandon my PDA and depend on a physical organizer and small Bible, or
2. attempt to repair (again) and start over.

Living without an organizer is NOT an option!

Anne's Lamentations #2

I've already lamented and I will lament again. Our world is getting more and more vain and conceited. People constantly search and seek for personal gain. We call it individual rights. We say that we have to be true to our hearts and selves.

What's in it for me?
What has it got to do with me?
Why can't i?
Why is this happening to me?
What about me?
My rights, my chances, my dreams, my hurts, my choices, my misery...

The chart below shows the difference in values that has overtaken our society, our way of thinking and living.

(chart taken from Old Testament Today, Walton & Hill, Zondervan)

I don't believe we should only blame it on our society that has molded us this way. Every culture has its pros and cons. And we are no different then the guy on the street if we leave it at that. We can make a difference to change first ourselves. We can touch the people around us with different value, a biblical standpoint that shouts aloud to love our neighbours as ourselves. What a bold statement that is for today's world.

We live in a community and that will never change no matter where we run. We belong to a family that is the root of a community that will never change no matter how we deny. We cannot be selfish or self-seeking. Look at what other nations have become when they teach their children to seek after self and individuality. What has started out as a correction of pass values of oppression has turned into another form of societal depreciation. What kind of a value do we wanna pass on?

Let us be different.....
Let us change history.....

My Birthday

PROLOGUE
The birthday that stands strongly in my mind was that in 2004. I had just turned 22. A few of my closest friend came to spend time with me in Subang. We didn't do much, just hung out. It was my most memorable birthday.

I guess every year after that I seek to be simply happy and thoroughly contented on my birthday. But often times, I feel more dread than pleasure. I get a sinking feeling. Like a vacuum that cannot be filled. And for a long time I didn't know why.

THOUGHTS
I was thinking the nite before my birthday. About the day that I was born and how God must have felt. He creates each of us to the specifics. He has a plan, a purpose, a design, a creation and it was about to be birthed into action. It's like if you had this major idea of a invention and u spent all that time creating it, and it was about to be shown to the world for the first time. The anticipation. And you would hope that it would be well received and that it would indeed serve its purpose.

God doesn't owe me a gift. It is I who owe that gift to God. To serve that purpose, to love my Creator, to live like there's no tomorrow. To be all that I was created to be and do. And so on my birthday... I should remember that.

FEELINGS
I thought of all the things I would want for my birthday. As prayers of "my hearts desire be granted" are offered up. I thought long and hard. At that moment, among other things. I wanted God. I wanted to be in His presence again. I wanted to sense Him close. I wanted that.

But I also wanted to be worth my friends' time. And though I had what any person could receive, there was a period of time that I felt the same dread. The tears that started to well up in my eyes and heart. And I could not shake it. Could not walk away from it. I scolded myself for being silly and emotional when I had absolutely no reasons to. When my birthday was more than I bargained for. But all the popularity treatment could not fill me. It just could not. I stood on Sunday morning thinking, God be with me today. That is what I want.

PRESENTS
My dear cousins, Elaine and Eunice, got me a bolster with the name "James" sewn on it.

Before you jump into any conclusion, let me explain: VALERIE came back from Perth one day and decided to name my Kembara "Jamie". To remind me, she and Winne got me a pillow with the name "Jamie" sewn on it (pic). Now my dear cousins figured it is lonely and got it a partner! Partner's name is now "James". We're not even talking bout pets or stuff animals here!




This year I got quite a number of scent items: lotion, body splash, body shower, body deodorant. What you trying to say ah? LOL. But I appreciate the sentiment. Now I have lotsa girly stuff.




EPILOGUE
The day closed with me realizing that I'm still treasured. As we grow, the demands of life claws at us and it is no blaming that everyone has got their own agendas. What was I expecting? When you expect, you allow yourself to be disappointed. But dear friends I've got plenty. More than general people can bargain for. A life I don't regret I've got. Living for what counts for eternity. I do not live in abundance but I've got enough and that's what I wanted. I've got all that.

I ended up feeling contented and happy. Perhaps the "dread-curse" has ended. Yes indeed. I have.

What I wanted that I did get: God, friends
What I wanted that I did not get: roses, (got some roses divided from a bouquet some days before tho) sushi. (ate sushi one day after tho)

RESULTS
I got a stomach ache and ended up on the toilet bowl for some time.
Bathed at 1.30am (having not changed since morning) - FORGOT TO TAKE A PICTURE OF WHAT I WORE.
I slept at close to 3am.

Picture from Jane

Anyone else has pictures? Hazel? *bating my eyes*

Monday Galavanting

This is one of those picture story that is pushed on us in our secondary school days. Those you had to produce and essay based on what we depicted of the pictures given.

It's monday. It's my off day.
Winne and Valerie said let's go shopping. So we drove up... in the rain.



There we were at Wan Utama Waffles World for lunch



We had waffles...



And we went shopping. Later Winne bought this



Hey that's HiangLiang! I know someone that is almost famous. Vote for Silent Scream!


And in case you're wondering... no, I did not fail those pictorial essays I use to get.