Floor with lines...

People Needs the Lord

2007-12-29T00:12:00.000+08:00

Everyday they pass me by,
I can see it in their eyes.
Empty people filled with care,
Headed who knows where?
On they go through private pain,
Living fear to fear.
Laughter hides their silent cries,
Only Jesus hears.

People need the Lord, people need the Lord.
At the end of broken dreams, He's the open door.

People need the Lord, people need the Lord.
When will we realize -- people need the Lord?

We are called to take His light
To a world where wrong seems right.
What would be too great a cost
For sharing Life with one who's lost?
Through His love our hearts can feel
All the grief they bear.
They must hear the Words of Life
Only we can share.

People need the Lord, people need the Lord
At the end of broken dreams, He's the open door.

People need the Lord, people need the Lord.
When will we realize that we must give our lives,

For people need the Lord.
People need the Lord.

I'm a TRANSFORMER!

2007-07-31T16:31:00.000+08:00

My score on The 80s Cartoon Personality Test:

Transformers!

You are Transformers! You are....more than meets the eye!
You are strong, willful, and no-nonsense. You're assertive and confident. I bet you're the tough one in your group of friends. Transformers was always one of my favorites when I was little, which makes it hard to write this result without bias...Suffice to say, you totally rule.

Make or Break?

2006-11-18T12:04:00.000+08:00

This story is taken from “Family” (dictated by LD, edited by LSX, translated by SaFe).

“Let's not be blinded by that moment of anger.. there is no shame to seek forgiveness and to give forgiveness.”

~~

Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our original intention of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too late.

Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby’s father passed away while he was still very young.

Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today.

I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant some greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: “Lets go fetch mother.” Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to rest on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.

Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room, she could not stand it and would comment: “I do not know how you young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat the flowers!” I smiled and said: “Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood will also become better.” Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled: “Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will get use to it.”
Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever I came home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: “You little fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it.” There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest. As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and is exhausted from a long day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes.

From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and that resulted in our house being filled with all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash they again.

One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and “Bam” she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room.

Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally ignored me. I got mad and asked him: “What did I do wrong?” Hubby stared at me and said: “Can't you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly die from eating from a bowl however unclean it is, right?” After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who to please. In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on the “all important” task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work.

That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: “LD,is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?” He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: “LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?” I am left with no choicebut to return to the breakfast table.

The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I couldn't. I threw down the bowl and rushed into the washroom and vomited everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudlyin her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes. I opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really didn't mean it. We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs.For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at the low point in my life. Finally, a colleague said: “LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a doctor.”

The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right through my heart.

I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: “Darling, I am having your baby!” and have him lift me up and spin me round in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of one fight? Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket.

That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again.

The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and said: “Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the hospital.” I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless.

I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen? Throughout the funeral, hubby did say a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her..

I finally understood how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarreled, if.. In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother.

Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in hiseyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault at all.

Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart.

One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything.

The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me.

That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to indicate to me: Following mother's death so did our love for each other He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned to take some of his stuff.I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me toconsider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing her death.

One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without even looking at it.

In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: “You wait a while, I will sign.” He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself “You cannot cry, you cannot cry..” my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from there.

After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pull the paper towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him.

“LD, you are pregnant?”

Since mother's accident, this is the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they fell like raindrops. I said: “Yes, but its ok, you can leave now.” He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other.

Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them.

I cannot remember how many times he repeated “sorry” to me, I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in each other's heart. For me, its unintentional; for him, totally intentional.

I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not repeated. Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart.
Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that last time; I cared for him and am concerned because there is love, but now, what is there between us?

Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing all the way till baby was born. Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products, children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions.

He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing, but none of that matters to me anymore.

It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs, topped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off my brown, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite.

Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did? He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes caused me to throw in a smile at him despite my contraction.

Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, his eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand.Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in pain.. He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his.. I had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment.
Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I asked the doctor when did he first discovered he had cancer? Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: “Prepare for his funeral.” I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me.

Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought that.. the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son: “Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now.. I know that in your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it be.But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion.. Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied you through your life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves me most..”From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was written there.

Hubby has also written a letter for me: “My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby.. My dear, if you cried, it meansthat you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you for loving me.. these presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging..”

Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over and place him beside him. I said: “Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..” He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my face..

~~

Well the story ends here.. go figure the next step u wanna take in your life!

SSGC Cuties!

2006-09-19T10:19:00.000+08:00

.. and here are some of them..

.. doing the superman thingy!

Ben with the spideman pose.

Henry super super.

Nigel super duper super!

.. properly using the table!

KarMun, Jeannie and Guatz.

Christine, Ivan (young and innocent), TzeKwang and Half-Guatz.

Lilian, Jeremy, WaiYee and TeeYee.

Paul (also look so young and cute!) trying to "Con" Raymond, Carolyn, TeeYee, WeiHong and JoeHan. Hahahah!

.. at the padang!

YeeMeng with the Waterboy.

WeiHong, Paul, Carolyn, Ben, Vincent and Guatz.

.. on the pavement!

Nigel, Hari, Jeffrey, WeiWen and WeiHong.

As above - WeiHong + lots and lots of girls (fuyoooh)!

Adeline, TeeYee, WaiYee, Tze Kwang, Budak1 and Budak2 with Jonathan, Aaron, Jeannie and James.

James, TeeYee, WaiYee, Ben, Bryan and Catherine.

Finally, after some evaluation, the "Cheek-Stretch-and-Squeeze" award goes to..

.. Nigel..

..and..

.. Jeffrey (wow.. see him run).

Oh bummer… I got Tagged… Again!

2006-09-12T15:11:00.001+08:00

.. with 27 years of history.. thanks to Eric.

***DISCLAIMER***
It’s simple and it’s your choice should you choose to dwell into my MEMORABLE past.

When I was born,

I was told that I was pretty huge and heavy for a 1979 KL baby.

When I was 1 to 5,

Moved to Kuantan where I lived in an military fortress with a super huge code "JKR251" at the entrance.

A visit to Ipoh, a dog named "Bozo" gave me a gash on the left-back portion of my skull which required 11 stitches.

Got a burn scar from *Batman's motorcycle exhaust on my left calf.
*Batman - a military officer who was assigned to attend to the cries of babies during the night, also a better name for a Male Maid cum Babysitter.

When I was 6 to 9,

Moved from Subang, to TTDI which came to a temporary halt at Taman Seputeh, therefore moving from SK SJ, SK DJ, SK TTDI and SK LaSalle.

Attended SSGC and got to know Chun Keat and Sze Wei.

I found the super ability to wiggle my ears, nose which most of you do not possess!

That’s when the tales of G.I. Joe (1983), Macross/Robotech (1984), M.A.S.K. – Mobile Armoured Strike Command (1985), Transformers (1986), Voltron (1986), StarCom (1987) as well as Smurfs (1981), Care Bears (1985), Jem and the Holograms (1985), and My Little Pony (1986) came to realisation.

When I was 10 to 13,

Moved to Ipoh and was at LaSalle Canning Garden and secondary at SMI.

Didn’t really care much about what studies are or how life works.

Was excellent at Kunda-Kundi, Galah Panjang, Lempar Guli and Selipar, and a Fighting Spider Champion.

Loved trapping birds week-after-week and releasing them just for the fun of it.

I discovered that I dislike reading.

Worshipped at Elim.

When I was 14,

Realised Girls existed.

Hated them for they were supposed to be an Angelic being. Mana tau, they are just a bunch of rascals like any other boys I knew.

When I was 15,

Still.. didn't care much about studies.

Found the love for food and cooking!

When I was 16,

Life was boring.. everyone was somehow afraid of exams for no apparent reason. Life was like wake-up ~ makan ~ school ~ makan ~ tuition ~ makan ~ tuition ~ sleep.

When I was 17,

SPM.. ermmm.. so? Panic for what? Every week.. every month.. every semester and every year also got exams.

Attended RBS and caught up with Sze Wei. Got to know Paul through ping-pong.

When I was 18,

Went back to KL, back to SSGC. Lepaked with Eric a lot.

SPM Results: You get straight A's you go to from 6.. you get straight A's u go to College. You fail in almost every subject.. the College still pays you to enrol with them (Chun Keat gave some discount vouchers to study at KDU).

Enrolled into Dip 1 of the H & T programme where I got to slaughter chickens, cows, lambs and fishes.

Specialised on oven-baked food especially Lamb.

Chinese Opera (L-R): Aunty Sam – helpless princess, Eric – some ancient Y.A.B. Tan Sri, Chun Keat – blurr blurr fella, Jason – also abit blurr, Raymond – the bad guy, Me – the bodyguard of Y.A.B. Tan Sri that got killed, and Say Hong – another bad guy.

When I was 19,

Was skating with Ivan and a few others at Sunway and got my pinkie bladed upon when I fell backwards. Didn't really know what happened after I left the ice-rink. All I knew was there was blood everywhere as my finger bled profusely.

Assigned as a Management Trainee at the Shangri-La Rasa Sayang Resort, Penang.

Went fishing every day where I somehow managed to chance on getting my middle finger hooked. Again, as the fishing hook was super thick, the doctors had to cut my finger open. Got 7 stitches for that.

Still hate to read but managed to finish a super thick book entitled "James Hudson Taylor" given by Paul.

Came back and worked at Eastin Japanese Restaurant. That’s when the craving for raw fishes began.

When I was 20,

Fed lots and lots of ducks in Switzerland.

Memorable quotes: Armageddon (1999) by Harry Stamper, "Houston, you have a problem. You see, I promised my little girl that I was coming home. Now I don't know WHAT you people are doing down there, but we've got a hole to dig up here!"

When I was 21,

Landed my first full-time job as a Marketing and Academic Advisor.

Girls were still insignificant!

Spent a lot of time at Paul's workplace – sketching and drawing, carving and painting.

Memorable quotes: Gladiator (2000) by Proximo, "I am Proximo! I shall be closer to you for the next few days, which will be the last of your miserable lives, than that bitch of a mother who first brought you screaming into this world! I did not pay good money for your company. I paid it so that I might profit from your death. And just as your mother was there at your beginning, I shall be there at your end. And when you die - and die you shall - your transition will be to the sound of... [claps his hands] Gladiators... I salute you."

When I was 22,

Lalalala.. bumming and waiting for time to go by.

Memorable quotes: Black Hawk Down (2001) by Sfc. Norm 'Hoot' Hooten, "When I get home people'll ask me, "Hey Hoot, why do you do it man? Why? You some war junkie?" You know what I'll say? I won't say a goddamn word. Why? They won't understand. They won't understand why we do it. They won't understand that it's about the men next to you, and that's it. That's all it is."

When I was 23,

Aberdeen with Chun Keat.

When I was 24,

Came back as Eric's colleague.

Return soon after to the position of Marketing and Academic Advisor.

When I was 25 to present

Things do change.. for the better..

Noticed a young lady at church back then.. and thus.. every moment and everyday is as memorable as the days that are to yet come. The events within the years are closely knitted which, I am not able to conclude.. not yet.. not yet..

Adelaide Sunset with Kit's face on the right.

I tag..

Marvel-loussssssssssssssss!!!

2006-07-24T11:22:00.000+08:00

A rare footage of the X-Men and Spiderman working together on film. AnywayZ, both Base of Operation are in New York so, it would be likely for them to bump into eachother once in a while.

Oh bummer… I got Tagged!

2006-07-08T09:54:00.000+08:00

.. and the TAGGING continues.. thanks to Colin.

AWESOME PEOPLE I WOULD WANNA TO MEET:
1. Colossus, "I have the strenght of a thousand men!" - Daniel Cudmore.
2. Gandalf the White, "Three hundred lives of men I have walked this earth and now I have no time." - Sir Ian McKellen.
3. Aelius Maximus Decimus Meridius, "Commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next." - Russle Crowe.
4. William Wallace, "It's well beyond rage. Help me. For Christ's sake, help yourselves. If we join, we can win. If we win, well then we'll have what none of us has ever had before: a country of our own. FREEDOM!" - Mel Gibson.
5. Wolverine, "You ain't done makin' mistakes, bub, not be a long shot." - Hugh Jackman.

THINGS I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT:
1. Bar of soap.
2. Good matress.
3. Mirror.
4. Super fluffy pillow.
5. Thermometer.

I WISH I COULD:
1. Have enhanced endurance.
2. Have enhanced intelligence.
3. Have enhanced speed.
4. Have superhuman strength.
5. Have a PhD in the Theological Foundation and Application of Super Heroes and Super Villains.

I WANT:
1. Lots of money.
2. To buy whatever I wanted.
3. To do anything I wanted.
4. To go anywhere I wanted.
5. To help all the helpless.

SONGS THAT I THINK ARE AWESOME:
1. Above All - Lenny LeBlanc & Paul Baloche.
2. Bad Day - Daniel Powter.
3. Colour Blind - Darius.
4. I Will Run - Darlene Zschech.
5. Stop Living the Lie - David Sneddon.

HOW I SEE MYSELF IN 10 YEARS:
1. 2 kids.
2. House with a huge lawn.
3. Less untoned muscles.
4. To have done somehting spectecular in life.
5. To swim everyday.

RANDOM FACTS:
1. 6'0"; 220 pounds.
2. Been to 6 primary schools during my primary years.
3. Can acrobatically do cartwheel.
4. Have a huge collections of Dragonball, Gundam, Macross/Robotech, Transformers and X-Men.
5. I used to hate girls.

MISCONCEPTIONS:
1. Adamantium skeleton and claws are Wolverine's mutant abilities - Not! It was built into him as part of the Weapon-X program.
2. I am a Lecturer.
3. I have a qualification in Hotel Management therefore I work in a hotel.
4. I read alot.
5. Juggernaut is a Mutant - Not! He unearthed the Crimson Gem of Cyttorak and, upon touching it, was transformed by its mystical energies into a human juggernaut.

I TAG:
1. Eric
2. Faith
3. Joseph Khor
4. Stephy
5. Zhiling

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Merry Christmas!!!

2005-12-23T15:37:00.000+08:00

Hey there...

Click here.. for a Christmas greeting specially for you!

May wonderful moments & happy memories surround you with joy this Christmas & the New Year ahead... =)

... hmmmm

2005-12-01T16:34:00.000+08:00

My Logo

2005-11-02T16:13:00.000+08:00

Which would you prefer..?

..the one on the LEFT or the one on the RIGHT?

Design courtesy of gcMah.

I'm Hibernating

2005-09-20T22:27:00.000+08:00

The look of innocence..

2005-03-11T18:06:00.000+08:00

To those laden with piles of workload, talk it over with your boss looking like this..

Gong Xi Fa Cai!

2005-02-12T10:55:00.000+08:00

New Year's Eve
[Evening]
Feast!

New Year's Day 1

[Morning]
Tea serving ceremony and red tax collection for being unmarried! Haha...!
Had some funny vegetarian dish.. doesn't smell all to good, but whacked them anyway.

[Afternoon]
Visited Relatives @ Bangsar, TTDI & BU.
Terribly hot. Roasting like a pig!

[Evening]
Feast!

New Year's Day 2
[Morning]
Visited Equonxo @ Subang - Played with a brown moody rabbit with black ears.

[Afternoon]
Visited Dom @ Shah Alam - Had home made Bakuted for lunch while watching Matrix Reloaded. Played some card games. Did pretty well.
Back to Subang for a game of pool. Was at the top till the black ball decided to a hole-in-one the last few frames. Shucks!
@ Equonxo's place again for Sarawak Laksa.. loaded with spice!

[Evening]
Basketball @ SS18.
Feast!

Friday
[Morning]
Urghhhhhhh.. feels terribly fat!
Visited Dan @ Shah Alam - Had a whole can of keropok.

[Afternoon]
Subang again.. for lunch @ Asia Cafe. Here's what we had:

ALLW - Dried noodles with watermelon juice
Benny - Spicy Korean pork rice with teh-si & ice water
Dan - Dried flat noodles with.. err.. forgot what he drank
Len - Goooey dark souce Korean noodle with apple juice
me - Prawn fried rice with watermelon juice
Centre dish - Fried Korean dumplings.

Visited HJ @ Puchong - Muruku.. cookies.. jellies a plenty!
All visited My home - Had milk and Pecan nuts for all. Dan loved the Ipoh biscuits and ended up noting the address as labelled.
Visited ALLW @ err.. somewhere in KL - Makan again. Keropok a plenty, cookies and loads of tea!

[Evening]
Visited Benny @ Kepong - Had tit bits, fried spaghetti and fried rice.

Saturday
[Morning]
Stuck @ the office.. =(

Summary: Consumption - 98%; Exercise - 2%; Brain matter - 0%

Conquering Bukit Kiara

2005-01-19T16:25:00.000+08:00

Was bubbly bouncing around this morning, knowing that I was as youthful as my muscles were. It wasn't soon at the office that I realised I could hardly stand as my butt burns! And has now gone down to my shin and calf muscles. The last time I've been up there was like 3 years ago. A whole life’s experience of basketball, tennis and squash could not equate the challenge of the simple 40-minute circle.

Totally underestimated what the terrain has to offer. Embarrassed, least to speak, my partner could scooter-off without much huffing and puffing. Even the squabbling aunties and uncles were considerably fitter than any one of us city mouse!

Though struggling, the unscarred patch nature that precedes totally exhilarates. The silent whisper of monkeys, the gentle rustling of leaves, the odour of nature truly relaxes the mind. Clouds clustered to the form plentiful woolly-sheeps amidst crystal blue sky. Lil' birds perched in a distance without trepidation. The intangible splendour of God's creation within the grasp of man's destruction.

Have yet to get up there for a few more runs before I'm healthily satisfied.

Zappppppp!

2005-01-16T18:35:00.001+08:00

Uni. days @ Switzerland - summer 1999, I remembered during a football training, a moron kicked the ball way past it's post which landed into one of the fields with grazing cattles. Though the fence was like belly-height, none had the guts to cross the fence to get the ball. Mind you.. the cows were like super huge, with thick fur and didn’t look all too happy!

So way and behold.. being the captain of the team, responsibility sets in with addition to the rationale posted by the team that I was as large as them cows and that it wouldn’t see me as something small to fiddle with. With the least to disagree, I proceeded, thus whoalah.. got the ball and hurried along. Felt like a hero for that moment! It was all safe until I brushed onto the fence. Something meant for a 3,000kg animal has somewhat found something slightly smaller to get all its hair standing. The farmer had an electrical fence. I got electrocuted rubbing against one part of the fence crawling out.

No wonder the cows were never near the fence! Anyways, I got off with a burnt back.

Busy week

2005-01-06T15:23:00.000+08:00

Yup yup.. too busy to write at the office. Home computer's under renovation.. so can't write either. What u see here would be the summary of the past few days. Hehe..

New Year's Lunch..

2005-01-01T13:33:00.000+08:00

Had lunch with baby roro, Colin the Longkang, HJ & Nadin @ Silva's.

Consumption:
baby roro - Fresh orange juice & roti telor (took her bout 20 minutes before she could decide on an order).
Colin - Fresh orange juice, 2 portions of Indomee goreng with telor-mata-kerbau & 1/2 a roti pisang.
HJ - Iced Milo, thosai garing & 1/2 a roti pisang.
me - Iced Milo & nasi kandar toped with mutton, four-anchor beans and telor goreng, flooded with chicken curry.
Nadin - Fresh orange juice & roti canai.

Thanks for dropping by guys. Sure made the day a whole lot better!

JackJack as seen on http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/incredibles/main.html

New Year's Day..

2005-01-01T10:08:00.000+08:00

What a way to begin the first morning of January 2005. While the whole nation rests.. still snoozing.. some lazing in bed after a late nights' celebration.. here I am stuck at the office till 5pm.

Happy New Year as they say.. where's the happiness in that? Had to cancel pre-arranged breakfast and lunch.. and had to skip 2004’s watch-night service coz I've gotta be in bed early.

What's in it at the end of the day? Just a mere.. 50 bucks.. and nothing. 50 bucks as compensation for a load of crap!

So.. where's the joy?.. what's happiness?.. where's the patience?.. what's the meaning of sacrifice?.. calm-down?.. for what.. for who?.. why am I working on a new year’s day in the first place?

Met baby roro & Nadin for a sushi dinner last night.. and at a glance they knew it wasn’t the usual me. Can’t imagine such anger could be festered so intensely to be brought forward to a supposed wonderful morning with the least to care about!

Wouldn't be as agitated if they had told me like way weeks before. Confirming the work schedule at the very last minute.. really.. MALAYSIA BOLEH man!!!

Happy New Year!

2004-12-31T22:36:00.000+08:00

Welcoming 2005 with anticipation..

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Bless them that curse you, and pray for them which despitefully use you. Luke 6:28

Prezzies..

2004-12-29T18:47:00.000+08:00

Stuff I got this Christmas..

An invitation to a heartwarming performance from the JIC Choir - highly recommended (next year lah).. excellent mann!
6" Marvel Legends figure of Captain America, Juggernaut, Iron Man (Silver Centurion), Iron Man (Modern Armour) & Wolverine.
Hippopotamus 4D puzzle figure.
A pair of Hush Puppies socks.
Christmas Cards x 4.

Ripped this idea off EeWei's blog.. =P

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

2004-12-25T00:01:00.000+08:00

Hey there buddies!!!

Click here.. for a Christmas greeting specially for you!

May wonderful moments & happy memories surround you with joy this Christmas & the New Year ahead... =)

Pictures from Sarawak

2004-12-24T18:47:00.000+08:00

Food.. food.. sumptuous food. A lil' something you don't get in the Peninsular..

There's the Sarawak laksa.. a cross breed between curry-mee and prawn-mee. Nothing close to the usual laksa with flaky fish bits.

The veggie here is called Biling.. but pronounced as binin. Some sort of Paku-Pakis (fern).

Jeng.. jeng.. jeng.. jenggggg.. lookie lookie.. the Piranha is smiling! Yup.. sweet in texture. Quite a large barbecued portion going for only RM5. No tummy-aches. No worries.

Mode of transportion from town-to-town..

Tapping the Head of a Fokker F-27 Friendship.

Preparing to board the plane for a spectacular view of the many many Rainbow in the Clouds.

Darnest of Darn Dumb Things do Happen – Female Toilet

2004-12-15T15:47:00.000+08:00

WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 8, 2004
[5:30am]
Arrived KLIA using KLIA Express - smooth and well.

[5:38am]
Managed to cram myself into the lift. The buzzer went screaming at the person after me - wasn't too bad.

[5:45am]
Queue & Check-in for a 7.25 flight - went fairly well.

[6:23am]
Loafing around the main departure hall after having KFC - satisfied.

[6:30am]
Went to the immigration departure deck. Got scanned - no interrogation needed.

[6:31am]
Travelling colleague was at the Security Office. Apparently his mobile phone did not appear after placing it on a basket from the scanner belt. In other words it got flicked by someone before it went into the machine lah - panic.. panic.. panic.

[7:09am]
Don't know how they did it but it was done. Security found and returned the phone - MALAYSIA BOLEH!

[7:09:25am]
Shucks man.. 10 minutes to get to the departure lounge. Used the Security shortcut - felt like a VIP man; MALAYSIA BOLEH again!

[7:17am]
Desperately need to use the toilet. So rushed into the nearest entrance to the toilet - tadaaa!

[7:17:10am]
Stunned silence.. with the many many gazillion of eyes staring at the one ME.
Yikesss! Dumbo! Ritey on.. mannn.. I smartly landed myself at the centre of the Ladies.
There were at least 5 persons and a cleaner in the toilet. Shucks man!
So I hadta like apologise and squeal off in a jiff!
The point of total embarrassment has shrunk me into a lil' rat.. no.. think I would prefer being a cockroach wanting to be squashed dead than anything else - darn.. darn.. darn!

[7:25am]
On the plane.. overcoming the horror - it was a relief that I wasn’t gonna set foot on the Peninsular for the following 4 days.

Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhh =P

Relax...

2004-12-07T18:25:00.000+08:00

Wouldn't it be great lazing on cool green grass, gazing towards the sky, feeling the gentle breeze of the day, with nothing to worry about..

... just like Pumbaa!

Growing up?

2004-12-04T14:26:00.000+08:00

Was flipping through the site of other blogsters where I came to notice the sorrows toward adulthood. Pondering which, the miseries of growing up. Innocently true, evidently real.

From the mind of Cecil-licious:

"I hate growing up, because as you grow up you'll lose friends and you can't cry.

I hate growing up, because there are so many changes you have to adapt.

I hate growing up, because you will lose the things you thought you would never lose.

I hate growing up, because I see so many ugly sides of life.

I hate growing up.

I really do."

Sad isn't it? Still keeps me wondering.. Sigh..... o_O

Parr Family @ Incredibles

2004-12-02T15:28:00.000+08:00

9:55am
Apart from the usual greetings, the office was reasonably crowded with puny lil' ladies admiring the latest edition of the Incredible collection from McDees. Being the blob that I am.. I had to bounce them to their own places.. so it was back to work.

10:03am
A ticklish giggle erupted the silence few seconds before my mobile rang. Was actually drawn into it more to answering the call. Guess I wasn't the only one as most were at awe..

10:04am
For the following few minutes I was soooooo engrossed with Jack Jack Parr that I blabbered towards having one.

10:10am
Found myself walking to McDees with 5 orders at hand.

10:42am
As a talented rubbish bin, I ended stuffing my face with the supposed "value meals" of others.

10:58am
Jack Jack sits 7.5" tall and 6" from ear-to-ear, holding a mobile phone holster looking way like a bazooka! It too had a voice box with a babyish cry of, "Yaaaaa yaaaaa.. bualaaa lalalalalalaaaaaaaaa." And hey, it's so cuteeeeeee!

Satisfied?.. Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! =) For RM10.. that's value.

Will now spend the next few moments calling myself till I get bored!

2:47pm
Someone whispered annoyance!

The Characters

Heroes
Mr. Incredible/ Bob Parr
H/W: 6'7"/ 350lbs
Abilities: Super strength & indestructible
Voice: Craig T. Nelson

Elastigirl / Helen Parr
H/W: 5'8"/ 125lbs
Abilities: Flexibile, stretchy & agile
Voice: Holly Hunter

Frozone/ Lucious Best
H/W: 6'2"/ 180lbs
Abilities: Super cool blast
Voice: Samuel L. Jackson

Violet Parr
H/W: 4'6"/ 90lbs
Abilities: Invicibility & force field
Voice: Sarah Vowell

Dashiell 'Dass' Parr
H/W: 4'0"/ 65lbs
Abilities: Super speed & reaction
Voice: Spencer Fox

Edna 'E' Mode
H/W: 3'8"/ Not telling
Abilities: Superhero fashion designer
Voice: Brad Bird

Jack Jack Parr
Abilities: Repression of our fears and exhaustion to the point of complete concealment.
Voices: Eli Fucile & Maeve Andrews

Villain
Syndrome/ Buddy Pine
H/W: 6'1"/ 185lbs
Abilities: Evil genius inventor
Voice: Jason Lee

Curse and Bless

2004-11-29T10:17:00.000+08:00

[Scene 26 - A Chance to Calm Down: Where the Hulk dissolves into Bruce Banner in front of Betty Ross]

Bruce: You found me.
Betty: You weren't that hard to find.
Bruce: Yes I was.

[Betty manages to embrace Bruce with a hug as he slouches forward. Her tears silently flow down his back as she rests her head above his shoulder]

[Scene 30 - One year Later: Betty Ross receives a call from her dad, General Ross]

Betty's Dad: Look uhh.. if by some chance he survived, and he should try to contact you, try to get in touch, you'll tell me, wouldn't you?
Betty: No.. I wouldn't. But you know as well as I do, I wouldn't have to. I mean, my phones are bugged, my computer’s tapped. I’m under surveillance.
Betty's Dad: Umm..
Betty: I'll tell you, though if he were alive. I'm the last person I would want him to come to because.. as much a I miss him, I.. I.. loved him. I um--
Betty's Dad: Yeah.. I’m sorry Betty, I amm.. so sorry.
Betty: I know you are.

[Betty hangs up and stares blankly out the window as her tears trickles as every drop of rain rolls down the leaf of a tree]

The Hulk (2003) was never one of the popularly rated comic based movies as to how we talked about compared to XMen or Spiderman. Here's this character Bruce Banner, a brilliant scientist was genetically alerted in an accident tuning him into the monstrous Hulk. The Hulk, incredibly known for its enormous power is one of the most tragic comic book heroes seen with a curse rather than a blessing. Overwhelmed by rage Betty Ross was seen to be the potion-of-cure to flinch the huge bulk into the frail mild-mannered being it once was.

No matter how colossal or insignificant, exquisite or repulsive, the unfailing love she silently demonstrates would be an illustration of why we humans truly need each other for our continual existence. In the early chapters of Genesis* just as we are, been also cursed to labour and strive yet being blessed with the many differences and experiences we see in every individual, in hopes of building, trusting, encouraging and committing towards each other's growth.

Taking a flight of stairs as an illustration - we often moan and groan every step that we get too caught up in process; we neglect the convenience of why it was there in the first place, that is, to get from one level to another. Just as God has so loved us, in reaching forth through His Son, how much more have we bestowed our love to the ones around us, beside us and close to us? What are we doing to the love He has instilled in us? Are we too caught up in the worldly mess of moaning and groaning that we fail to see the lights of what is better?

This would be the third time I watched the Hulk within the past 2 days where I came to realise that the opposite of LOVE is not hate. It's APATHY. It's what you do that gives birth to another!

Ending with; a quote from John Powell, "The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had loved them."

*Gen 3:16-19, The Fall of Man.

The Answer - What happened to Love?

2004-11-25T10:13:00.000+08:00

"A lot of people went thru life searching for 'the one'. Searching for the true love of their life. But the one they are searching might be sitting there right next to them. Appreciate the one who care for you. Appreciate the one who dun care also as you may never know when you need their love... I mean help. :P"

by g e e k c h i c ®

What happened to Love?

2004-11-13T13:55:00.000+08:00

The Game
Daniel and Jasmine were sitting alone in the park one night...

Daniel: I guess we are the leftovers in this world...

Jasmine: I think so... All of my friends has boyfriends and we are the only 2 persons left in this world without any special person in our life.

Daniel: Yup I don't know what to do.

Jasmine: I know! We'll play a game.

Daniel: What game?

Jasmine: I'll be your girlfriend for 30 days and you will be my boyfriend.

Daniel: That's a great plan in fact I have nothing much to do the following weeks...

[DAY 1]
They watch their first movie and they were both touched by a romantic film.

[DAY 4]
They went to the beach for a picnic... Daniel and Jasmine had quality time together.

[DAY 12]
Daniel invited Jasmine to a circus and they rode on a Horror House...

Jasmine was terrified and instead of touching Daniel's hand, she touched someone else's hand and they both laughed...

[DAY 15]
They saw a fortune teller somewhere down the road and they asked about their future and the fortuneteller said, "My darlings, please don't waste the time of your life... go spend the rest of your time together happily".

Then tears flowed from the teller's eyes.

[DAY 20]
Jasmine invited Daniel to a hill and they saw a meteor... Jasmine mumbled something.

[DAY 28]
They sat on the bus and because of a bumby road Jasmine gave her first kiss to Daniel by accident.

DAY 29
[11:37pm]
Jasmine and Daniel sat in the park where they first decided to play this game...

Daniel: I'm tired Jasmine... Do you want any drinks? I'll buy you one... I'll just go down the road.

Jasmine: Apple Juice that's all.

Daniel: Wait for me...

[20 minutes later... a stranger approached Jasmine]
Stranger: Are you a friend of Daniel?

Jasmine: Why yes? What happened?

Stranger: A reckless drunken driver ran over Daniel and he is critical in the hospital.

[11:57pm]
The doctor went out of the emergency room and he handed out an apple juice and a letter.

Doctor: We found this in Daniel's pocket.

Jasmine (Reads the letter where it says)
Jasmine, this past few days, I realized you are a really cute girl and I am really falling for you.. your cherry smile, your everything, when we played this game... Before this game would end... I would like you to be my girlfriend for the rest of my life... I love you Jasmine...

Jasmine (Crumples the paper and shouted)
Daniel! I don't want you to die... I love you... Remember that night when we saw a meteor, I mumbled something... I mumbled that.. I wish we would be together forever and never end this game. Please don't leave me Daniel... I love you! You cannot do this to me!

The clock strikes 12
Daniel's heart stop pumping. IT WAS THE 30TH Day.

Author Unknown

To the Movies!! 22 Oct 2004 @ 11.45pm

2004-10-23T10:46:00.000+08:00

My first ever “Midnight-Movie” after quarter-of-a-century. Had Bourne Supremacy to feast my brains upon! The take.. say.. 7/10.

It’s about this pitiful reformed and highly lethal guy who wants to be left alone. His reincarnation has always been deadly after a bunch of itchy brainers from Langley (CIA) began prodding into his life. And there goes.. the running.. chaos.. bishing.. and bashing.. all towards survival.

Oh.. yah.. and the camera take.. it somewhat seems to be mounted on an earthquake prone location and whenever there’s action.. it's dizzy.. dizzy.. and dizzy.

Notable Characters
Franka Potente – Marie (Bourne’s GF).. definitely a matured her in blonde.
Karl Urban – Kirill /The Hitman/ Secret Agent.. if you don’t recognise his cardboard face.. He’s Eomer in LOTR 2 & 3. Ruthlessssssssssss!
Brian Cox – Abbott.. he was our dear baddie Mr. Stryker in X-Men 2 who enjoys annoying everyone especially Wolverine.
Tomas Arana – Director of the CIA/ Mr. Marshall.. normally comes in as a high profile character. Appeared in Pearl Harbour as Vice-Adm. Frank J. 'Jack' Fletcher and a prominent figure in Gladiator as Quintus. As monotonous as ever.

Would like to thank Auntie ALLW for the gathering and invitation.
Feel like an overheated walking panda right now.. @_@!

Knowing You - Assembly Fellowship Camp, 8 to 11 October 2004, Gothong Jaya Apartments

2004-10-22T16:29:00.000+08:00

The Wonderer
It all began when I was rustling through piles of announcement notes, brochure and prayer letter when I stumble upon an awkwardly green pile of leaflet. Was browsing through its contents and thought it was unusually catchy with its objectives and vision in mind. Wasn’t too keen but it stuffed into my bible anyway.

Why I Went
Weeks went.. gave the camp a shot by blocking the dates off work and was apparently approved. So it was “wow” to a great build-up! That wasn’t however enough. Needless to say I wanted to cough out a number of perks to get myself going, following which prerequisite my appearance:

1) It had promising sports facilities.. can’t help if I enjoy sweating my heart out!
2) Where I’ve been was like 10 times colder and was seeking solace to ‘chill’ out.
3) An excellent camp speaker was invited.
4) Removed from list! =(

There and Then
After checking-in while waiting for the remaining flocks, a handful of us resorted to a game of Taboo. It was an intriguing warm-up just before dinner was great all days. Breakfast could somewhat be better though.

The night started with a brief warm-up of getting-to-know one another with portraits of Ducks, Elephants, Frogs, Monkeys and Rabbits, and later a “blanket game” with the objective of trying to figure out who was who. The night retired with the awesome spirit of “Malaysia Boleh!” where most seconded from the venue over a round of mamak! The crowd grew as the number of nights surpasses. This does indeed extend our bond of fellowship. During games where it was pouring most evenings, has never dampened the spirit of all campers to out stretch one another over an ol’ Brethren tradition of captain’s ball on mushy court filled with 3mm of leftover rain.

On the bunk, my self-confessed snoring has indeed benefited me with a room all to myself over the few nights. Delightly as I found, I wasn’t the only one having a room to myself. I was out-snorted to find by a buddy from the next room categorised as a “Ferrari-Minardi” compared to my “70cc-kapchai” rocking the whole apartment where I couldn’t get much sleep myself.

Camp went on to a rhythm of breakfast-worship-study-lunch-siesta-dinner-worship-study procession. Following so, the session ended with a direction of self discovery where campers were challenged to score themselves against the potent gifts with the objective to know oneself better. Greater discovery would later be made when the reflection of talents would be brought in to reality, with purpose to the Glory of His Kingdom.

Entertainment was evidently notable when teams battle out to create the tallest and robust pendulum tower and later unveiling talents of good-versus-evil episodes of Fruits of the Spirit. Teams were required to huddle, coming with an ideal description of Faithfulness, Joy, Kindness, Peace and Self-control.

The Discovery
So to those of you reading this and not wanting to miss out, there’ll be future camps within the organisation. Following the post-experience of camp, I would categorise the AF Camp as “not your everyday stuff”. Do find the listed un-relinquished memories from of what I had in camp:

1) Light but refreshing and reinforcing knowledge to know oneself through God’s providence!
2) A whole lot of buddies with attitudes (positive), personalities and sizes who were amazingly accommodative and lively.
3) Founding the true nature of women who naturally depict exertive violence when it comes to scoring for captain’s ball, capable of missing obvious passes and rush towards guys not bothering even if he was a brick wall.. eventually hurting oneself in the process.
4) To conquer the whole world in Risk (..it’s a board game) although I was practically dead.. resurrecting to be a successful advisor.

Concluding Statement of Caution!
“Beware: To know this camp as a “Single’s Camp” is a hoax! Extremely hazardous should you concede such thought coz AF Camp Rocks!”