tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39689226733307894872024-03-08T00:32:06.430-08:00sui genesis outreUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-10080218114538117822010-02-19T11:34:00.000-08:002010-02-19T11:54:54.578-08:00so long..indeed, since my hiatus.. so many things happened, and many changes too..<div><br /></div><div>so much to say, so little time.</div><div>albeit aimless currently. so what shall i do next?</div><div><br /></div><div>will be 27 in another 2 mths time but.. i feel as if i'm only 21.. still so childish.. </div><div>yet to learn the ways of the corporate world, yet to know what i really want.</div><div><br /></div><div>nay, no accomplishments.. what e hell have i been doing with my life???</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-78774244665976541652009-11-13T06:59:00.000-08:002010-02-19T11:54:54.587-08:00wat's next?breakdown?<br />exhaustion?<br />wound up?<br />tense?<br />depressed?<br /><br />wat's next, prefectionist?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-11197475716328087942008-09-04T07:50:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.598-08:00randomnessHave you noticed something different at the mrt stations?<br /><br />Are you sure nothing??<br /><br />Think again...<br /><br />Notice the surroundings...<br /><br />Haiz... You mean you did not notice the greyish boxy rubbish bins back in the stations?<br /><br />hahahahahha<br /><br />I know i am uber boliao...<br /><br />Can you recall why all the bins were removed in the first place?<br />Because the government was worried that terrorist would literally 'throw' bombs into the bins.<br />I can also recall that the above action caused much inconvenience to the public, especially those who wanted to throw their litter before taking the train.<br /><br />But now the bins are back.<br />Am i supposed to be glad for a small convenience brought back or to feel paranoid whenever i take the train now?<br />Does this mean that the threat has subsided and we can now let our guard down?<br /><br />All i know is i dun wanna die at a young age.<br />There's still so much to achieve, so much to look forward!<br /><br />=D That's all i wanna say!<br /><br />Ya, i know i am uber uber boliao!<br /><br />wahahahaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-32370251400190829182008-09-01T05:56:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.604-08:00desertionmy mentor deserted me after coaching me for only 7 working days, for greener pastures..<br />am happy for him but am stressed and worried for me.<br /><br />i dunno who to depend on now, cuz its a sales industry = selfish industry.<br />now i gotta work even harder to prove my worth, and i even need to fend my livelihood.<br /><br />to give a very important 1st impression to the clients and be prepared.<br />to also be prepared when candidates counter question me...<br /><br />am brain dead to blog. soo tired from work.<br />i've thought too much about work since i started work.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-74066062352158226222008-08-24T06:41:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.610-08:00what luck!My new office is located on the 34th storey, the main lobby's lift is at the 2nd storey.<br /><br />On Friday, the story starts...<br /><br />My mentor and i had to go for a client visit at 3.30pm at 1 Raffles Quay, which is a mere 10 mins from my office building.<br /><br />At 3pm the fire alarm rang, but alas a false alarm... We left the office at 3.10pm to take the lift.<br /><br />ALL THE LIFTS WERE NOT WORKING!!!! NOT EVEN THE CARGO LIFT!!!<br /><br />Options we had:<br />1) Wait for the lift to operate. However, we had no idea on how long that would take. And we could end up being VERY late for the meeting.<br />0r<br />2) Walk down the stairs. And perhaps be only slightly late for the meeting.<br /><br />What choice does one have when we are the ones visiting the client??? We are left with only Option 2.<br /><br />In my 3-inches stilettos, i walked down from the 34th floor to the 23rd. But i felt that it was taking up much precious time, so i took off my shoes and continue to proceed downstairs barefooted. In total, it took us near 10 mins.<br /><br />By the time, we met the client, it was 3.35pm. Luckily, he was a very nice fella.<br /><br />However, inside his room, wearing my jacket, after rushing down the stairs and across the road to his office tower... As i was sitting there, my sweat steadily dripped onto my jacket.<br /><br />Embarrassingly, i had to take out my tissue and wipe away the sweat. A few times.<br /><br />This is my first client visit and it is definitely not a memorable experience. I really wonder what first impression does the client has of me.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Am i unlucky or what!?</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">ps: I'm so weak... My legs and hips muscles are aching once again... </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-78321190284190294602008-08-19T19:46:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.690-08:00My colleague, S.V.<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span><br />My colleague, C.V. writes beautiful poems and letters of God. And i wish to keep it in this blog, so that in the future, i can have easy access to it.<br /><br />If you would be interested in reading, i've categorized it under the label "Loving God".<br /><br />=D<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-68319901752924842692008-08-14T19:37:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.698-08:00Words from a colleague<p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;" >"There are all kinds of people in this society and you must accept that you have to manage different folks with different strokes. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;" >There will be down days and happy days. Give thanks for both because the former will mould you if you handle it with the right spirit, <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;" >And the latter is a reward to weather the down days. :)<br /></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;" >- S.V."<br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Words from a colleague. Thanks.<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span><br /></span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-62039780746349634802008-08-13T01:28:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.706-08:00VPost<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span><br />I ordered items from Victoria Secrets with Sheryce. Thought VPostUSA is cheaper than other freight companies.<br /><br />Actual Weight: 4.4kg<br />Vol. Weight: 9.7kg (the dimensions of the box)<br />And they charge by whichever is higher!!!<br /><br />BLOODY HELL!!! I feel so cheated. Each kg is additional S$9 on top of a base charge of S$13.<br />And the vol. weight is freaking double of the actual weight!!!<br /><br />I do not dare to calculate the total amount. Even though UOB credit card holders are eligible for 12% discount off shipping charges.<br /><br />Money going out faster than i can say byebye.<br />My purse hurts. And my heart too. Do you know that with those money, I am able to buy more skin/face care products?<br /><br />I hope they have a bloody good explanation to my email for them.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">help... Dear must never know of this. He's already quite pissed by my recent online shopping activities.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-75536705672476931342008-08-12T01:15:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.713-08:00counting down to a new start<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >21st Aug 2008<br />My first day of work at a NEW workplace</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >WOOHOOOOOOO............!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-20190733618023083732008-08-06T01:20:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.719-08:00August - Birthdays<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;">August is a month for birthdays...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">In birth date order -></span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;">Rachel Tan</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;">Carine Han</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;">Iris Ooi</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Felix Chung</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;">Zhang Shiming</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;">Boss - Fifi</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;">Christina Ying</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;">Leen Tan</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;">Eden Chua</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;">Yvonne Tan</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Darlings!!!</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;">And lotsa lotsa good luck and good fortune and great health be bestowed upon you!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-26472871684882098942008-07-29T05:16:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.726-08:0012 Signs That I May Be Leaving My Current Job<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">01) I go to office late. If i'm usually late, then i'll be later than my usual lateness.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">02) I take extended lunches. cuz i'm slacking/shopping or i'm at an interview.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">03) I tabao lunch back to office, even though i took an extended lunch. cuz my interview overrun.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">04) I leave on the precise dot when the minute hand touches the 60th min.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">05) I begin to show my unhappiness openly, especially to colleagues' ridiculous demands.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">06) I am no longer helpful to my own team-mates.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">07) I am no longer willing to take up new tasks.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">08) I begin to 'prolong' the life of the project i am doing. no longer the highly efficient me.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">09) I begin the surf the net during office hours, to 'prolong' the life of the project. by blogging &/or buying/selling items online via ebay/forums.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">10) I no longer bother to make small talk/chitchat with my direct boss.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">11) I begin to apply leave more frequently.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993300;">12) I will take MC at least once a month, at times up to 2 days per MC.</span></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">The enthusiam just slowly seeps out of me. Even though i joined the orgnization with the best intentions, however things may not always turn out the way one wants.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Thus job searching begins, filling me with newfound hope to find a new job and increased desire to leave the current job ASAP.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I really dun wanna be labelled as a job-hopper. Though i know none of my job stints last longer than 2 years. But i just get so easily bored, once there's NO motivation.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Motivation to me is Recognition, Appreciation, and Rewards.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">For being a fast learner, hardworking, responsible and also efficient employee.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Yup, that's ME. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">The truth, not self-praise. </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">So i deserve MORE.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-79735999281535639532008-07-24T09:20:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.733-08:00Batam, here i come!!!<span style="color:#000000;">.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">Batam, here i come!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">Beach resort! </span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">3 hours of shiok spa! </span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">Seafood Dinner! Yummy Italian pizza! </span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">Cheap Toiletries! </span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">Authentic Polo Ralph Lauren Poto Tees! </span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">And not forgetting the Kueh Lapis! </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">Then if time permits...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">Sea-sports! </span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">Cheap hair treatment and mani/pedi! </span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">Cheap movies to watch!</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-86922486063314323572008-07-22T07:01:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.761-08:00=( & T.Tsomeone, help me.... i'm still in office...<br /><br />pui! pui! pui! no thanks to the farking bloody biatch!!!!<br /><br />i'm not proud of myself today. i teared in office today, infront of my boss...<br /><br />no thanks to the bloody biatches and their boss!<br />no thanks to their unhelpfulness & selfishness!<br />no thanks to their last minute adhoc request!<br /><br />i hate it!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-73516056564413642782008-07-21T01:16:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.769-08:00amnesia or forgetfulness?<span style="color:#663366;"><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Definitions</span>:<br />1) A loss of memory, especially one brought on by some distressing or shocking experience.<br />2) Partial or total loss of memory, usually resulting from shock, psychological disturbance, brain injury, or illness.<br />3) Loss of a large block of interrelated memories; complete or partial loss of memory caused by brain injury, shock, etc.</span> </span></em></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">at times, i do like to curse myself... with amnesia...</span><br /></span><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">honestly, do you not wish that you can totally erase some horrible or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">upsetting</span> memories in your mind? well, i do.</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">as i can't turn back time, i can only hope that i can erase those awful &/or embarrassing memories. Not only the memories of how others treated me shabbily, and also on my actions too. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span></span> no angel, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i've</span></span> hurt people with my actions unintentionally and deliberately. </span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">It's too late for regrets and what's done can't be undone. And <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i'm</span></span> also quite prideful to offer my sincere apologies to them (not all of them though). However, if they know i have amnesia, then they would forgive me, right?! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ok</span></span>, even if they dun totally forgive me, but there's this chance of starting afresh.</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">i dun really wan to bother about those who have upset me before. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">cuz</span></span> isn't it better to remember a life without these people? let their imprints totally </span><span style="color:#663366;">vanished! yes, i'm selfish, i want people to forgive me but yet i refuse to forgive the others. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#663366;">i wan selective amnesia, can i? not selected forgetfulness.</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">cuz</span></span> having amnesia is not a choice we can choose but forgetfulness can be a pure excuse.</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-18993157094038113122008-07-17T01:56:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.753-08:00brief updates (Jan-Jun) - 1<span style="color:#cccccc;">It's been 7 months since i've updated my blog. My work has been killing me. You should know by now, i only write an entry when i'm at work. perhaps i should just close down the blog, maybe i am just not suited to have a blog. </span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">or perhaps i can just keep everything to myself, since i'm beginning to be rather skillful at it. </span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"><em>*sidetracked*</em> </span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">anyway, in chronological order! however, its not completed yet.. =D</span><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">New Year's Eve </span></strong><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">Went to Kel's friend's (Christopher) house for a large-scale BBQ, with loads of yummy food and simply too much drinks. Apparently, Christopher's family have a tradition of inviting all family, friends, church friends, etc for a BBQ on NY Eve at their house. So we the friends were supposed to bring an item to the BBQ, not entirely a potluck though. And we ALL BROUGHT ALCOHOLIC DRINKS! how predictable...</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">There i finally saw the Hello Kitty room (Chrisopher's wife's fave). I call it the Hello Kitty Shrine. Never ever seen so many Hello Kitty stuff in a room, other than shops.</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">And when i saw the kids' playroom, which occupied the entire attic. How envious i felt, cuz i did not have such a big playroom when i was young. It's basically every kids' dream. =D</span><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Chinese New Year<br /></span></strong><span style="color:#cccccc;">Watched 3 movies in 2 days. Jay Chou's basketball show with Kel (movie was ok), Ah Long pte ltd (with Von, Vete & their family. that show is totally hilarous!) and CJ7 (with Von, Vete & their family, with some of our friends, and my sisters and cousin Victoria. i cried abit during the movie). </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">went home to sleep during those 3 days. other than the usual visiting, things were basically the same, i suppose. <em><span style="font-size:85%;">*shan't think of unhappiness*</span></em> </span><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#cccccc;">oh ya, i won about $150 playing 21. =D 1st time ever, cuz usually i tend to lose $100... kekek</span></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br />Valentine's Day<br /></span></strong><span style="color:#cccccc;">Went to Al Forno for dinner. everything was so standardized. thus i dun think i ever wanna have VDay dinner outside again. But no flowers this year though. And yes, i am complaining. </span></p><span style="color:#cccccc;">hmm.. ok, now to let myself feel better --> if i had flowers, then things would seem very uniformed, like a cult, right?? dun u agree???</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">erm, as for pressie, there was no gifts exchange. cuz earlier he went to Chicago (biz trip for 1 week) and got me a Coach bag. A very pleasant surprise cuz he usually is quite against my branded follies and yet he got me this bag in advance for my birthday present. Very advance, if you ask me. </span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">Initially, he had intend to give me the bag on my birthday! Who does that?! And which gal will agree?! however, in the end, he gave it to me the 2nd day he was back in SG. =D</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">For being so nice to me, i later bought him the 3days pass to the F1 night race, for his belated Vdae present. I'm so easy to humor. =x</span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">******* abit abrupt but i shall cont about other occasions on another day... =D *******</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-22833281902507317532008-06-22T21:03:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.665-08:00A Little Ruckus<span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Dear God,<br /><br />Send me a little ruckus when I need it, to wake me up from stupor.<br />That I may perceive life with my heart, to live freely today trusting that tomorrow is in Your hands.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;color:blue;"><span style="color:blue;">"The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy.<br />I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly." John 10:10 NKJV<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I pray that I may live this life as You have intended.<br />To be courageous to love like there is no tomorrow.<br />That grace and mercy will strengthen me when I fall.<br />And Your voice will ever be like music to my heart.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;color:blue;"><span style="color:blue;">Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labour. For if they fall, one will lift up his companion.<br />But woe to him who is alone when he falls, for he has no one to help him up. Again, if two lie down together, they will keep warm;<br />But how can one be warm alone? Though one may be overpowered by another, two can withstand him.<br />And a threefold cord is not quickly broken. Ecclesiastes 4:9-12 NKJV<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Your child,<br />Sv ",+<br /><br />23/06/2008 12:03</span><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-67307588524834090092008-05-11T16:52:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.649-08:00Guiding Hands<div class="Section1"> <p><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">My first day of recess</span></span></i></em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Georgia;" ><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">They all laughed at me</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">When I fell off the swing set</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">And scraped up my knee</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">The nurse called my Momma</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">To say I'd be late</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">And when she gave me the phone</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">I could hear Momma say</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">I'm so sorry son</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Oh I think you're so brave</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">And she was smiling when she said</span></span></i></em><em></em></span></span></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Georgia;" ><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br />When you come home</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">No matter how far</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Run through the door and into my arms</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">It's where you are loved</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">It's where you belong</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">And I will be here</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">When you come home</span></span></i></em><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br />(When you come home written by Mark Schultz)</span></span></i></em><br /></span></span></i></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br /><br />I was but a newbie when you took me under your wings.<br />You remained at hand when I was out of the industry, out of a job. Encouraging, connecting, guiding.<br />When I came to the end of the road, you said, "You can take the dealer out of the market, but you can't take the market out of the dealer."<br />Your words rekindled the dying flames of belief in my heart. When the same door opened a second time, I resumed my seat at the desk.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br />Three years and six months on, I move forward with the surety and confidence that dealing is in my blood. The late Ayrton Senna believed that racing was in his blood. He knew what it meant to be one with the car, to live and breathe racing. To be the best that he could be. I read that when he was racing, sometimes he would transcend the physical realm. When he would lose himself behind the steering wheel and be one with the car.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br />Ma'am, thank you for your guiding hands. You have shown me that it is possible to have a big heart above the materialism and hypocrisy prevalent in the industry. Joshua stayed close to Moses. Paul built up Timothy. Barnabas did not give up on John Mark. And you kept an eye out for this stubborn mule. </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Xiao Guo ",+</span></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-size:100%;">12/05/2008 07:52</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;" ></span></span><o:p></o:p></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-17431684066336800882008-05-02T02:14:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.642-08:00Murmur of A Stirring Heart<div class="Section1"> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><em><i><span style=";font-family:Georgia;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;" >My <u>beloved</u> is mine and I am His<br />How I long for Your <u>love</u>, long for Your kiss<br />The <u>knowledge </u>of Your<u> love</u> for me<br />Is the truth that <u>sets </u>me <u>free</u><br />Kisses from Heaven, from Father God to me</span></span></i></em><o:p></o:p><br /><span style=";font-family:Georgia;" ><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Beloved</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" > - </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">a person who is dearly loved. Knowledge - awareness.</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Love</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" > -</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, arising from kinship, or a sense of underlying oneness; </span><o:p></o:p><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">an intense emotional attachment for a treasured object.</span><o:p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"></o:p><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Free</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" > -</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> to take away from a person anything uncomfortable, inconvenient, difficult, unwelcome, etc; able to act as one wants.</span> </span></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:Georgia;" >Beloved + Love + Knowledge of Love = Freedom<span style="color:navy;"><span style="color:navy;">.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />Free because one is loved. The love of God liberates us from the shackles we place on ourselves and also by others. <o:p></o:p><br />Mistakes are forgiven. Weaknesses are accepted. Differences are overcome. Pain is released as healing is received. Shame wiped off. Hopes renewed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;" ><o:p><br /></o:p>The price of love is sacrifice, surrender. Love does not keep the beloved, love sets the beloved free. Love learns to let go. <o:p></o:p><br />The choice then rests with the beloved. Love given but not reciprocated returns to the giver void. Love received and returned nourishes the soul. <o:p></o:p><br />What God desires from us is relationship. What God desires amongst us is fellowship. <o:p></o:p><br /><br /><br />One cannot find or lose a religion because of one’s belief in God or the existence of a Greater Being.<o:p></o:p><br />I have known of a prodigal who left the father’s house in search of something else. <o:p></o:p><br />For years the father longed for the child to come home, for the child to know that he is loved, for the child to return to his family.<o:p></o:p><br /><br /><br />Finally the child decided to make his way home. And all the father said was, “<span style="color:blue;"><span style="color:blue;">It was right that we should make merry and be glad, for your brother was dead and is alive again, and was lost and is found. Luke 15:32 NKJV. </span></span>How do we know we are loved? Go back and find out. Return to the source.<o:p><br /><br /><br /></o:p>Still tripping,<o:p></o:p><br />Sv “+</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br />02/05/2008 17:14</span><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-13650443315743700902008-04-19T17:37:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.658-08:00How Far? How Long?<div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;">During a memorial service after the tragedy of September 11th 2001, U.S. President George W. Bush quoted these verses from the Bible.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:blue;" >"Can anything ever separate us from Christ's love? Does it mean he no longer loves us if we have trouble or calamity, or are persecuted, or are hungry or cold or in danger or threatened with death?<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div> <div> </div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:blue;" ><br />No, despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ (!), who loved us. And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from his love.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:blue;" >Death can't (!), and life can't (!). The angels can't (!), and the demons can't (!). Our fears for today, and our worries about tomorrow, and even the powers of hell can't keep God's love away. Whether we are high above the sky or in the deepest ocean, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from *the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 8:35,37-39 NKJV.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div> <div> </div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br />I believe it took a leader to say those words. A man of God to stand before his country, his administration, his fellow countrymen, aliens, critics and even his enemies, to proclaim, to declare aloud in those moments of extreme grief and anguish that God is still in control. That nothing, absolutely nothing can separate God's love from those who believe in Him. At the deep end of loss, a leader of his nation steered his nation towards faith, rest and comfort in God. Above answers, defense and trauma, people needed hope. And a man of God declared the source of Hope.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:blue;" ><br />(*"This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn't go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again." John 3:16-17 The Message.)</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br />A disciple of Jesus found himself on the hilltop of regret. Having betrayed his master to his enemies for thirty pieces of silver, <st1:personname st="on">Ju</st1:personname>das was too laden with remorse and self-condemnation to give himself another chance. As a result, he sought the way out to silence his pain. He found a rope and hung himself from a tree. Because he couldn't forgive himself, he never had a chance to receive forgiveness from the One who loved him. I often wonder what it would have been like if <st1:personname st="on">Ju</st1:personname>das had asked Jesus for forgiveness. Perhaps his life would have been radically changed. Perhaps he would have lived to tell of the God of second chances.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br />Everyone fails at one point or another. I, for one, can use second chances. To learn to forgive myself of my mistakes. To accept that I am not perfect, yet know that I have hope in Jesus. I would appreciate and feel encouraged if those closest to my heart can paint a new picture of me with me. With new paint and new brushstrokes. Humanly, it's hard work. But in Christ, all things are possible. There is no life apart from Christ, and there is no hope without Christ! <st1:personname st="on">Ju</st1:personname>st ask Simon Peter. He denied Jesus on three separate occasions yet Jesus returned to restore him when He came back to life having overcome death.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br />Keep walking,<br />Sv ",+</span></span></p></div> <div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">20/05/2008 08:37</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;" ></span></span><o:p></o:p></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-56224755579171136022008-04-06T22:16:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.635-08:00Made For God<div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">I was made to praise You</span></span></i></em><o:p></o:p><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">I was made to glorify Your name</span></span></i></em><o:p></o:p><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">In every circumstance</span></span></i></em><o:p></o:p><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">To find the chance to thank You<br /></span></span></i></em><o:p></o:p><span style="font-size:12;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >.</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">I was made to love You</span></span></i></em><o:p></o:p><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">I was made to worship at Your feet</span></span></i></em><o:p></o:p><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">And to obey You, Lord</span></span></i></em><o:p></o:p><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">I was made for You</span></span></i></em><o:p></o:p></span></p></div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><br /><span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:blue;" >That's why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good. </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:blue;" >God knew what he was doing from the very beginning. He decided from the outset to shape the lives of those who love him</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:blue;" >along the same lines as the life of his Son. The Son stands first in the line of humanity he restored. Romans 8:28-29 The Message.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:Georgia;">At the heart of worship is our purpose in God. When we understand that, we begin to appreciate living out His purpose in our lives.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Demands and expectations from the people around us will change. There will be times when we will fail. Times when we will not understand. </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;">But God remains at work. And He will continue to do His work in us till our very last breath.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div><br /><div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Take heart,</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Sv ",+ </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></p></div> <div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">07/04/2008 13:16</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;" > </span></span><o:p></o:p></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-31592291739685725102008-04-01T02:49:00.000-07:002010-02-19T11:54:54.626-08:00Poignant Notes<p><span style="font-size:100%;"><em style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><i><span style=";font-family:Georgia;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;" >Y</span></span></i></em><em style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">ou laid aside Your majesty,</span></span></i></em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Georgia;" ><br /><em style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Gave up everything for me.</span></span></i></em><br /><em style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Suffered at the hands of those You had created.</span></span></i></em><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">You took away my guilt and shame,</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">When You died and rose again.</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Now today You reign,</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">And heaven and earth exalt You.</span></span></i></em><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">I really want to worship You my Lord</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">You have won my heart and I am Yours</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Forever and ever, I will love You.</span></span></i></em><br /><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">You are the only one who died for me,</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Gave Your life to set me free.</span></span></i></em><br /><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">So I lift my voice to You in adoration.</span></span></i></em><br /></span></span></i></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br />[Easter Sunday] His love affirmed in this song broke down the wall of silence around my heart.<br />That afternoon, I received a note from a friend. Mate, if I may......<br />"Dear Shou Vien, may the joy of the risen Christ fill your heart and touch every part of your life. The Lord has risen, alleluia."<br /><br />Unlike folks who always do the right things and say the right words so that the order of the universe as we know it will not be disrupted,<br />I tend to fair badly in the "social-political landscape". I must admit that I do have my character weaknesses and areas that I need to work on.<br />And these do handicap the relationships in my life. Aspirations await fulfillment. Love desires expression. Sincerity expects demonstration.<br /><br />Finding solace in solitude allows me to be turned around by Him and thus find rest for the soul.<br />Let Him wash away the stains of pain and shame, and soften a hardened heart before returning to face the world and its poignant fluidity.<br />Perhaps then I will bring lesser pain and disappointment into a world that is already so full of them.<br /><br />I do not know any other way except to trust that God will turn things around and even the hearts of those I have wounded.<br />Some say that trust has to be earned but perhaps it can also be entrusted, so that it may be received, hence empower and liberate.<br />Perceiving does not set me on a higher pedestal than the next person. On the contrary, it highlights the lack in my walk.<br /><br /><span style="color:blue;"><span style="color:blue;">O LORD, You have searched me and known me. You know my sitting down and my rising up; You understand my thought afar off.<br />You comprehend my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways. Psalm 139:1-3 NKJV.<br /><br />Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence?<br />If I ascend into heaven, You are there; if I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.<br /><br />If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there Your hand shall lead me,<br />and Your right hand shall hold me. Psalm 139:7-10 NKJV.</span></span><br /><br />Matheses,<br />Sv ".+</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:100%;">01/04/2008 17:49</span><br /><o:p></o:p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-17918440261202506592008-02-20T22:34:00.000-08:002010-02-19T11:54:54.619-08:00Smile always<div class="Section1"> <div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;">If I can leave some last words with you, I’d say, “Smile always.”<o:p></o:p><br />No matter what comes your way, smile always.<o:p></o:p><br />Smile despite pain, sorrow and fear. <o:p></o:p><br />Smile in the valley of shadow of death.<o:p></o:p><br />Smile in the mundane everyday life. <o:p></o:p><br />Smile through your tears. Smile even when you have lost something or someone</span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"> </span></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;">dear to you.<o:p></o:p><br />For it is in losing that you gain (understanding).<o:p></o:p><br />“For what profit is it to a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul? <o:p></o:p><br />Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul?” Matthew 16:26 NKJV<o:p></o:p><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br />There is a saying that goes like this, “Smile, and the world smiles with you.” <o:p></o:p><br />I am not sure how true that is, but I know there will always be folks</span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"> </span></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;">who can use some cheering up.<br /><br /><br />Sv “.+<o:p></o:p><br /><br /><br />P/s: Smiling is not one of my fortes, but if you ever find me smiling, by God, I sure must be happy. Really happy ; )</span></span></p></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />21/02/2008 14:34</span><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-86532034165501869312008-02-17T20:25:00.000-08:002010-02-19T11:54:54.681-08:00A to Z<div class="Section1"> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Georgia;" >I'm neither the author nor the finisher of my life nor my faith. He is.<br />He was right there at the beginning, and He will be right there at the end of the world.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:blue;" >"I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End," says the Lord, "who is and was and who is to come, the Almighty."<br />The Revelation of Jesus Christ 1: 8 NKJV.</span></span></p></div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br />Why do our problems increase in size as we grow older? Why do we encourage children to believe in their dreams when we have allowed ours to die?<br />As children, we would turn to our parents for comfort. As adults, we bury our wounds together with our troubled hearts and say, "That's life".<br />That is not life. That is a big fat lie from the devil himself! No matter how difficult life gets and how faint our hope is, we cannot make do with lesser.<br />Living is about believing that someday righteousness will overcome evil, someday our dreams will come true, someday we will rediscover true love.</span></span></p></div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br />We only have one lifetime. We cannot afford to merely exist and be dead in our spirit! </span></span><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br />Our physical existence ceases when our lifespan is over, but our spirit which transcends the physical world lives on.<br />Why do Christians worship God? Why do we sing hymns and spiritual songs? Perhaps in the midst of worship, we encounter God.<br />And in the presence of God, there is love, joy and goodness. We catch a glimpse of heaven. We grasp a sense of God-reality. We see this life differently.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:blue;" ><br />Now I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away. Also there was no more sea.<br />Then I, John, saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.<br />And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, "Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people.<br />God Himself will be with them and be their God. "And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away. Revelation 21:1-4 NKJV.</span></span></p></div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br />Love our children, pray for them. Let them see God through our living, loving, talking, doing. Guide them in the way that they should go.<br />They will want a lot of things, but they will not need everything that they want. Living is hard. Leave them with something to live for.<br />God, love and the betterment of mankind.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Shalom,</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />Sv ",+<br /></p></div> <div><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br /></span></span><o:p></o:p><p class="MsoNormal">18/02/2008 12:25<br /></p></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-55151463637248682812008-02-01T01:59:00.000-08:002010-02-19T11:54:54.673-08:00Through His Eyes<div class="Section1"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">And I will worship You in the beauty of Your holiness</span></span></i></em><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br /></span></span></i></em></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><em></em></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">And I will worship You for all the things You have done in me<br /></span></span></i></em></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">And when my life's complete, I'll place my crown at Your feet<br /></span></span></i></em></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><i><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;">I will worship You on bended knees<br /><br /></span></span></i></em><o:p></o:p></span> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:blue;" >I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.<br />Finally, there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give to me on that Day,<br />and not to me only but also to all who have loved His appearing. 2 Timothy 4:7-8 NKJV</span></span></p></div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br />Feet firmly rooted to the ground, I saw the end, so I understood the present.<br />The crown of life is not about wealth or status but His will be done. Then rest will come.<br />But for now, peace is enough. The peace of GOD that surpasses all understanding guards my heart and mind in Christ Jesus.</span></span></p></div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:12;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:blue;" ><br />Then he told them what they could expect for themselves: "Anyone who intends to come with me has to let me lead.<br />You're not in the driver's seat - I am. Don't run from suffering; embrace it. Follow me and I'll show you how.<br />Self-help is no help at all. Self-sacrifice is the way, my way, to finding yourself, your true self.<br />What good would it do to get everything you want and lose you, the real you? Luke 9:23-25 The Message</span></span></p></div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:navy;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><br />He does not love me any lesser if He does not give me the world.<br />He does not love me more than others when I gain wealth, fame or status.<br />He gives me enough each day. Grace in mistakes. Wisdom in troubled times. Love in brokenness. Hope for life.<br />His words ricochet in my mind, targeting the bull’s eye.<br /><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:blue;" >“Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. Don’t worry about missing out. You’ll find all your everyday<br />human concerns will be met.” Matthew 6:33 The Message<br />“Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow.<br />God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes. Matthew 6:34 The Message<br /><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:navy;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p></div> <div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:blue;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">When you took me in, and put me behind the steering wheel and said, "Drive." It took me a while to realize that I had been given the license to drive.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">So I took the cue, started the engine and took to the road. There were times when the ride was tough, and times when it was enjoyable and empowering.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Sometimes I ended up lost at the crossroads. All alone not knowing which way is the right direction. Then I hear a still small voice. </span><o:p></o:p><br />“The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being.” Matthew 6:21 The Message<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Thank you for remaining, J.<o:p></o:p><br />Sv<br /><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Fri 01/02/2008 17.59</span></span></p></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3968922673330789487.post-44475418966207227922007-12-27T22:41:00.000-08:002010-02-19T11:54:54.784-08:00wat happened?<em><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></em><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><em><span style="color:#999999;">About 1-2 months ago, in my ex-company...</span></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">My then-colleague just bought Jay Chou's latest music album. Hurriedly, i transferred them into my iPod, so that later on the way home, Dear can listen in the car. =D<br /></span><br /><em><span style="color:#999999;">In the car...</span></em><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">I happily played Jay Chou's songs for Dear to listen.</span><br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><span style="color:#999999;"><em>Dear... is... bewildered...</em><br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">He skips every song after listening for less than 1 minute.</span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#999999;">Dear is really bewildered... and getting traumatised...</span></em><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">He does not believe that the songs are sung by Jay Chou.<br />So i said: "It's Jay Chou's voice ar..."<br />He then asks me: "Are you VERY SURE that these songs are from Jay Chou's latest album?"<br />I replied: "Yes, Dear... It's REALLY is his latest album."</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">He complains: "These songs sounds so kiddish."<br />He muses: "Where are his nice songs? His touching & emotional songs?"<br /><br />Then he proceeded to change the current playlist to Jay Chou's old songs playlist.<br /><br />And never again, was Jay Chou's newest songs ever heard in the car.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="color:#999999;">He is THAT devastated.<br /></span><span style="color:#000000;">.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0