{Monday, June 28, 2004
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JESLYN JESLYN JESLYN JESLYN JESLYN JESLYN JESLYN JESLYN JESLYN JESLYN
Sat was fun... my last svc wif TP and we had a good time in service... will miss u guys... caught up wif donnie who is now in DI... and he seemed great there... after dinner i went to Bugis wif munz and JESLYN buy bag... then together go fisherman's village to chill wif JESLYN's fren along as well... JESLYN got bbq wings while i got fried wings wif coconut... met more of JESLYN's frenz...then went to downtown then to costa to chill and chat thruout the nite... JESLYN have to rush home so at the end took cab... had alot of fun tt nite wif munz, JESLYN and JESLYN's frenz...
sunday tried to sleep but phone calls kept coming in... then decided to stay awake to talk on phone but nobody wanna call... then till after dinner... i sneak off into my room and sleep... till abt 1 when someone called to chat till abt 3... woke up at abt 10 for orientation today... reach SP in time for orientation...met the pple and explored the library after the speeches and meeting wif personal tutor (a.k.a form teacher)... went out wif my frenz then went home... sigh... tmr have to reach by 8.30...
now playing[jaci velasquez show you love]
timtitus fishing at 11:02 pm
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{Saturday, June 26, 2004
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Today was a real fun day... went to East RC to celebrate Apinun's b'day... went there at 2+ to see leong preparing chicken then cookin it in a very funny manner... then Jason cook his toufu...halfway mahjong called my name (rather... i seek mahjong...) and abandoned Jason wif his toufu... SORRY JASON!!! next time i cook wif ya... haha... played mahjong wif the guys till it is time to makan... so i went to fry the KFC to make it hot and crispy... while they eat i wash up the dishes... wow... really feel like Maria... but no one call me to do it ok... i did it willingly... coz i dun wanna eat the food... my cough still very bad...
after tt played mahjong wif winstar, glenn, yi qin... then jason took over yi qin... had fun... proven tt i can still play mahjong pretty well... hahahahahahahaha....
after tt went for CG... suppose to go KTV, but at the end eat steamboat at TM... very very fulfilling...
went to play LAN after dinner and was wack very badly by two strangers hahaha... but learnt how to play it better... save money to buy good stuff... chiong but be careful of ur life... ended up playing till 11.45pm and reach hm at abt 12.15am... juz showered and now online while chattin wif a bro on the phone...
tiring but fun and fulfilling day... nice last CG wif TP... thanks for the day and blessing me wif so much fun... sad... but nvm... we can always hang out together in the future...
jukebox[nothing... a person voice over the phone...]
timtitus fishing at 12:42 am
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{Friday, June 25, 2004
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY APINUN!!!
You had been a very encourageing brother to me in this past 3 years i've known you... really thank God for you... Blessed birthday Apinun and enjoy yaself... u deserve it...
timtitus fishing at 1:17 am
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{Thursday, June 24, 2004
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Jaci Velasquez - You
Who makes
The sun light up my shadows
When the darkness tries to follow me
Who makes
The air that bring me life
So I can breathe the love that's given to me
You make everything good
Everything wonderful
You grace my days
And heaven fills my view
Let's forever sing
You make everything pure
Everything beautiful
You make me see the only thing that's true
It's You
It's You
Who makes
The waters of my sorrow part
And leads the gladness into my heart
Who makes
The rivers run that wash away
And clean my soul to make a new start
You make everything good
Everything wonderful
You grace my days
And heaven fills my view
Let's forever sing
You make everything pure
Everything beautiful
You make me see the only thing that's true
It's You
You hung the moon
You placed the stars
That shine Your love for me
I hope all that I do
Will show reflections of You
All I do
All for You
Shine Your love for me
You make everything good
Everything wonderful
You grace my days
And heaven fills my view
Let's forever sing
You make everything pure
Everything beautiful
You make me see the only thing that's true
It's You
It's You
It's You
You're everything pure
And beautiful
~*~
You are... WAIT! - you're none of the Sins you're
an Angel!
Perfect, or close enough, and annoyingly so! Did
you always
behave so 'just right'. ARGHHH . You can annoy the
hell outta
people with your attitude, but no doubt your church
is real happy
with you. The positive side certainly outweighs the
negative,
after all, you do chores, are smart, are cute, do
charity work.
Least you know what a perfect saint you are. You
just make the rest
of us sinners vomit. Perhaps you could break the
rules once in a while, go wild - Eat an extra
cookie or something.
However - congratulations on being the most pure,
of the entire human race.
?? Which Of The Seven Deadly Sins Are You ??
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I have already resign from KHL... decided to rest and build up my health b4 poly starts... just cannot stop coughing... special thanks to Alvin and Yi Qin for their concern in the past few days... thank God for you "p
Aaron finally agreed to go CG wif me... we will be visiting Youth East D CG on 30 June 2004... will leave my orientation early for this special event... heehee...
Sigh... now so bored...
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now playing[Jaci Velasquez's You]
timtitus fishing at 10:10 pm
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{Wednesday, June 23, 2004
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Was reading thru my sermon just now and then i remembered somewhere in my email is this article:
Greatest Weakness: Greatest Strength
Author Unknown
Sometimes your biggest weakness can become your biggest strength. Take, for example, the story of one 10-year-old boy who decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.
The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after three months of training, the master had taught him only one move.
"Sensei," the boy finally said, "shouldn't I be learning more moves?"
"This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you'll ever need to know," the sensei replied.
Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training.
Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.
This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened.
"No," the sensei insisted, "Let him continue."
Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion.
On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.
"Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?"
"You won for two reasons," the sensei answered. "First, you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. Second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm."
The boy's biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.
now playing[ah sang's ye zi]
timtitus fishing at 12:38 am
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{Tuesday, June 22, 2004
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I FINALLY DID IT!!! (sings) i done it i done it... well... updating time... well as u all know... i m working at a printing company... but guess wad... i had not been to work since last saturday... sick sick sick sick sick... was tokin to Deborah on MSN juz now while conversing wif a brother from East... had fun recalling the times when i first came into East... 1st Sept 2001 first met Gerald then met Pris... then was introduced to Mun Kit, Duan Ni, Geok Eng and Florence...who were the o-level students then... Bing Liang, Yao Guo and the rest was introduced later on... and the way Gerald intro Apinun: go for Prayer Meet...walk into Nexus... look for the most handsome Thai guy...tt is Apinun... hahahahaha... those were the funny old days...
Well... tmr not workin coz i applied leave...today no work coz i overslept...still very sick... but no money see doctor liao... so no MC... i already got 2 MC... one costing 58 SGD and the other 24 SGD... sigh... no money liao... very poor...
Orientation is next monday till thursday and school starting on 5th July... Singapore Poly... here i come...
now playing[jaci velasquez's you]
timtitus fishing at 11:46 pm
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{Friday, June 18, 2004
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wanna change the template but well juz tt i cannot do it right... things just start to disappear as i tried to edit... juz in case u peeps dunno... i am working at a printing co called KHL... interesting time there...had quite a lot of fun but very tirin... thus had not been updating... i sincerely apologise for that... so nth much had been happening... juz tt i was working thus did not go for the PDI camp... also i dunno when is my SP orientation coz my documents got lost... sigh...
rip this off a mail form weiling...
When Fishermen Don’t Fish
By Max Lucado
They were like sheep without a shepherd. So he began teaching them many things.
When Jesus landed and saw a large crowd, he had compassion on them and healed their sick.
It’s a good thing those verses weren’t written about me.
It’s a good thing thousands of people weren’t depending on Max for their teaching and nourishment. Especially on a day when I’d just heard of the death of a dear friend. Especially on a day when I wanted to be alone with my friends. Especially after I’d gotten into a boat to escape the crowds. Had that been me in Jesus’ sandals on that Bethsaida beach, the verses would read something like:
They were like sheep without a shepherd. So Max told them to quit grazing on his pasture and to head back to their pens.
When Max landed and saw a large crowd, he mumbled something about how hard it was to get a day off and radioed for the helicopter. Then he and the disciples escaped to a private retreat.
It’s a good thing I wasn’t responsible for those people. I would have been in no mood to teach them, no mood to help them. I would have had no desire even to be with them.
But, as I think about it, Jesus had no desire to be with them either. After all, he did leave them, didn’t he? He had every intention of getting away and being alone. So what happened? Why didn’t he tell them to get lost? What made him change his mind and spend the day with the people he was trying to avoid?
Answer? Take a look at five words in Matthew 14:14:
“He had compassion on them.”
The Greek word used for compassion in this passage is splanchnizomai, which won’t mean much to you unless you are in the health professions and studied “splanchnology” in school. If so, you remember that “splanchnology” is a study of the visceral parts. Or, in contemporary jargon, a study of the gut.
When Matthew writes that Jesus had compassion on the people, he is not saying that Jesus felt casual pity for them. No, the term is far more graphic. Matthew is saying that Jesus felt their hurt in his gut:
• He felt the limp of the crippled.
• He felt the hurt of the diseased.
• He felt the loneliness of the leper.
• He felt the embarrassment of the sinful.
And once he felt their hurts, he couldn’t help but heal their hurts. He was moved in the stomach by their needs. He was so touched by their needs that he forgot his own needs. He was so moved by the people’s hurts that he put his hurts on the back burner.
Maybe that’s why God brings hurting people into your world, too. All solitude and no service equals selfishness. Some solitude and some service, however, equals perspective.
Here’s a story to illustrate my point.
When I was in high school, our family used to fish every year during spring break. One year my brother and my mom couldn’t go, so my dad let me invite a friend. I asked Mark. He was a good pal and a great sport. He got permission from his parents, and we began planning our trip.
Days before leaving, we could already anticipate the vacation. We could feel the sun warming our bodies as we floated in the boat. We could feel the yank of the rod and hear the spin of the reel as we wrestled the white bass into the boat. And we could smell the fish frying in an open skillet over an open fire.
We could hardly wait. Days passed like cold molasses. Finally spring break arrived. We loaded our camper and set out for the lake.
We arrived late at night, unfolded the camper, and went to bed—dreaming of tomorrow’s day in the sun. But during the night, an unseasonably strong norther blew in. It got cold fast! The wind was so strong that we could barely open the camper door the next morning. The sky was gray. The lake was a mountain range of white-topped waves. There was no way we could fish in that weather.
“No problem,” we said. “We’ll spend the day in the camper. After all, we have Monopoly. We have Reader’s Digest. We all know a few jokes. It’s not what we came to do, but we’ll make the best of it and fish tomorrow.”
So, huddled in the camper with a Coleman stove and a Monopoly board, we three fishermen passed the day—indoors. The hours passed slowly, but they did pass. Night finally came, and we crawled into the sleeping bags dreaming of angling.
Were we in for a surprise. The next morning it wasn’t the wind that made the door hard to open, it was the ice!
We tried to be cheerful. “No problem,” we mumbled. “We can play Monopoly … again. We can reread the stories in Reader’s Digest. And surely we know another joke or two.” But as courageous as we tried to be, it was obvious that some of the gray had left the sky and entered our camper.
I began to notice a few things I hadn’t seen before. I noticed that Mark had a few personality flaws. He was a bit too cocky about his opinions. He was easily irritated and constantly edgy. He couldn’t take any constructive criticism. Even though his socks did stink, he didn’t think it was my business to tell him.
“Just looking out for the best interest of my dad’s camper,” I defended, expecting Dad to come to my aid.
But Dad just sat over in the corner, reading. Humph, I thought, where is he when I need him? And then, I began to see Dad in a different light. When I mentioned to him that the eggs were soggy and the toast was burnt, he invited me to try my hand at the portable stove. Touchy, touchy, I said to myself. Nothing like being cooped up in a camper with someone to help you see his real nature.
It was a long day. It was a long, cold night.
When we awoke the next morning to the sound of sleet slapping the canvas, we didn’t even pretend to be cheerful. We were flat-out grumpy. Mark became more of a jerk with each passing moment; I wondered what spell of ignorance I must have been in when I invited him. Dad couldn’t do anything right; I wondered how someone so irritable could have such an even-tempered son. We sat in misery the whole day, our fishing equipment still unpacked.
The next day was even colder. “We’re going home” were my father’s first words. No one objected.
I learned a hard lesson that week. Not about fishing, but about people.
When those who are called to fish don’t fish, they fight.
When energy intended to be used outside is used inside, the result is explosive. Instead of casting nets, we cast stones. Instead of extending helping hands, we point accusing fingers. Instead of being fishers of the lost, we become critics of the saved. Rather than helping the hurting, we hurt the helpers.
The result? Church Scrooges. “Bah humbug” spirituality. Beady eyes searching for warts on others while ignoring the warts on the nose below. Crooked fingers that bypass strengths and point out weaknesses.
Split churches. Poor testimonies. Broken hearts. Legalistic wars.
And, sadly, poor go unfed, confused go uncounseled, and lost go unreached.
When those who are called to fish don’t fish, they fight.
But note the other side of this fish tale: When those who are called to fish, fish—they flourish!
Nothing handles a case of the gripes like an afternoon service project. Nothing restores perspective better than a visit to a hospital ward. Nothing unites soldiers better than a common task.
Leave soldiers inside the barracks with no time on the front line and see what happens to their attitude. The soldiers will invent things to complain about. Bunks will be too hard. Food will be too cold. Leadership will be too tough. The company will be too stale. Yet place those same soldiers in the trench and let them duck a few bullets, and what was a boring barracks will seem like a haven. The beds will feel great. The food will be almost ideal. The leadership will be courageous. The company will be exciting.
When those who are called to fish, fish—they flourish!
Jesus knew that.
When he arrived at Bethsaida, he was sorrowful, tired, and anxious to be alone with the disciples. No one would have blamed him had he dismissed the crowds a second time. No one would have criticized him had he waved away the people. But he didn’t. Later he would. Later he would demand their departure and seek solitude.
But not before he “healed their sick” and taught them “many things.” Self was forgotten … others were served … and stress was relieved.
Make a note of that. The next time the challenges “outside” tempt you to shut the door and stay inside, stay long enough to get warm. Then get out. When those who are called to fish don’t fish, they fight.
now playing[s.h.e's hua dou kai hao le]
timtitus fishing at 12:57 am
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{Monday, June 14, 2004
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it has been quite a while since i last updated... hmmm wad's up? went out wif Mun Hong and Jeslyn on Friday and had a lot of fun...the only 1 thing not so fun is the tom yam I had... it caused minor food poisoning on saturday and i missed service... but all is not lost...coz i felt better at abt 7 and went out for a play wif my frenz... met ally after tt and caught day after tomorrow again.. really very nice show... altho we can be sure tt it wun happen cause bible got say no more flood mah...
today was H2O baptism and i wanna congratulate Cecil or now known as Barbanas (bananas...haha... a joke... no offense...) on his baptism... thank God for ur obedience!!! went out wif Mun and Jes again for a lunch-cum-ktv session...
so this is the past few days in short summary... heehee...
this came from an email sent to me by Zhi Wei... sure he had sent it to many others...but nvrtheless... enjoy:
Cake from God
Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this", or "Why did God have to do this to me". Here is a wonderful explanation! A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she's failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away.
Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter says, "Absolutely Mom, I love your cake."
"Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers.
"Yuck!" says her daughter.
"How about a couple raw eggs?"
"Gross, Mom!"
"Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?"
"Mom, those are all yucky!"
To which the Mother replies: "Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake! God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to trust Him and eventually, they will all make something wonderful!
God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning. Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen. He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart.
When one door closes, another opens. Stop brooding and notice that open door!!"
I hope your day is a "piece of cake!"
now listening [s.h.e yuan fang]
timtitus fishing at 1:17 am
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{Friday, June 11, 2004
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Got this from an email Jun Yao sent me some time ago... wanna share wif u all... enjoy...
Most evenings my dog Wesley and I take a walk through the neighborhood. Other than riding in the truck with the windows rolled down, the walk is the highlight of his day. During these walks, I had always kept a tight leash on him. He was not allowed to walk anywhere but right by my side. I was a stickler for the rules, and he was never quite content with that. Always wanting more, Wesley would pull, stretch, and tug with no success. He wanted freedom.
One warm evening I decided to give little Wesley the taste of freedom he craved. When I unfastened his leash from his collar, I honestly expected him to bolt. I could just see him scrambling off into a vacant lot, rolling around in something dead, or performing matters of personal business in someone's neatly manicured lawn. I thought for sure that he would take advantage of his freedom. I was wrong.
Instead of sowing his wild oats he stayed right by my side. When I walked faster, he sped up. When I ran, he kept pace. When I grew tired of running (which unfortunately didn't take long), to my amazement Wesley slowed down, too. There were occasional distractions along the way for him, but for the most part, he never abused his freedom.
Many people act as though God is "walking" us on His leash. They live in fear that if they make one wrong move, their Father is going to yank them back in line. They see Christianity as a list of should do's and don't do's and believe that God's acceptance is based on how well they stay in line. In reality, God never intended us to live as if we have a leash around our neck.
Being on a leash causes dogs to desire escape from their master. Yet, when freedom is finally granted, they often realize what they really wanted was to walk close to their master. Likewise, when we constantly focus the leash, on what we can and cannot do, we are tempted to sin in a much greater way. On the other hand, when we understand the freedom and grace associated with the Christian Life, we desire nothing more than to be close to our Master, not because of the "law leash" but because of the Spirit living inside us. You might call it a "Spirit leash."
"When we were controlled by our old nature, sinful desires were at work within us, and the law aroused these evil desires that produced sinful deeds, resulting in death. But now we have been released from the law, for we died with Christ, and we are no longer captive to its power. Now we can really serve God, not in the old way by obeying the letter of the law, but in the new way, by the Spirit." - Romans 7:5,6 (NLT)
Pray tt it will give u a new insight to obeying God... not becoz we have to...but becoz we want to...
"Dm" the saddest chord in the history of
music, you must cry yourself to sleep every
night...
What Guitar Chord Are You?
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now playing[jaci velasquez's on my knees]
timtitus fishing at 1:43 am
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{Wednesday, June 09, 2004
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me is back... got miss me??? for those who were not there... u missed a great camp but nvrtheless u will get it thru ur leaders ya? wun say much abt the camp juz tt it has made a great impact and it is fruitful... enjoyed the camp tremendously and we really spent quality time wif each others and i got to know the SP grp better... had a good talk wif the new pple and Jaron and Caleb... very excited wif the transfer not b'coz i wanna get rid of TP (i m kinda 'se bu de' TP) but coz it will be exciting to serve God in a new terrain wif new bro and sis... look forward in serving...
also to update: i gain a lot of weight in JB coz i juz could not stop eating... no i have not bought chewing gum coz i delay delay delay until no buy... ni gifts as well coz it is onli JB... i onli bought for myself 2 shirts and 1 ring... spent all my money on food food food and food...haha...fulfilling both to the spirit and the tummy... now must start my weight lost program...
now playing[mayday's chun zhen]
timtitus fishing at 3:06 am
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{Friday, June 04, 2004
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going to JB...decided not to sleep tonite coz sure cannot wake up on time one... wonder how to survive the first 4 teaching of camp... update when i return... and no i dun take 10 years to update... juz nine years...
now playing[hillsongs need you here]
timtitus fishing at 12:46 am
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{Wednesday, June 02, 2004
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guess wad... the guy behind me forcing me to update (me at munz house) so here i m updating...
yesterday was a real fun day...hang out wif Abel, Han Yew, Robin, Joleen (correct?) and Jasmine...
played a alot of games at sentosa beach... laughing and laming and juz having fun... then went on to meet Jason... HAPPY BITHDAY JASON!!! the most fun was burying Han Yew... haha... must be biblical and cannot compromise so we bury him till his knee level...making it as tight as possible (no lah...juz we sadist... hahaha... dun wanna let Han Yew come out... *sinister laughter*)... after tt hang out wif Bing Liang and the East D guys... the guys grew a lot in this year... real glad to see the guys grow...
after tt grab last bus out of sentosa but miss last bus on main island... nvm... got ally stead to drive me home... so i walk bing liang home from the bus stop and eat supper at tiong bahru... wait until 3 then ally finish her game and reach tiong bahru to pick me up... on ecp near fort road exit got a real bad accident... the car front burn until black... the driver tt side... very serious... aiyo... thank God got very very little cars... got home and sleep... zzzzz...
now playing[AMI3 ensemble ain't no mountain high enough]
timtitus fishing at 4:40 pm
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JESLYN JESLYN JESLYN JESLYN JESLYN JESLYN JESLYN JESLYN JESLYN JESLYN
Sat was fun... my last svc wif TP and we had a good time in service... will miss u guys... caught up wif donnie who is now in DI... and he seemed great there... after dinner i went to Bugis wif munz and JESLYN buy bag... then together go fisherman's village to chill wif JESLYN's fren along as well... JESLYN got bbq wings while i got fried wings wif coconut... met more of JESLYN's frenz...then went to downtown then to costa to chill and chat thruout the nite... JESLYN have to rush home so at the end took cab... had alot of fun tt nite wif munz, JESLYN and JESLYN's frenz...
sunday tried to sleep but phone calls kept coming in... then decided to stay awake to talk on phone but nobody wanna call... then till after dinner... i sneak off into my room and sleep... till abt 1 when someone called to chat till abt 3... woke up at abt 10 for orientation today... reach SP in time for orientation...met the pple and explored the library after the speeches and meeting wif personal tutor (a.k.a form teacher)... went out wif my frenz then went home... sigh... tmr have to reach by 8.30...
now playing[jaci velasquez show you love]
Today was a real fun day... went to East RC to celebrate Apinun's b'day... went there at 2+ to see leong preparing chicken then cookin it in a very funny manner... then Jason cook his toufu...halfway mahjong called my name (rather... i seek mahjong...) and abandoned Jason wif his toufu... SORRY JASON!!! next time i cook wif ya... haha... played mahjong wif the guys till it is time to makan... so i went to fry the KFC to make it hot and crispy... while they eat i wash up the dishes... wow... really feel like Maria... but no one call me to do it ok... i did it willingly... coz i dun wanna eat the food... my cough still very bad...
after tt played mahjong wif winstar, glenn, yi qin... then jason took over yi qin... had fun... proven tt i can still play mahjong pretty well... hahahahahahahaha....
after tt went for CG... suppose to go KTV, but at the end eat steamboat at TM... very very fulfilling...
went to play LAN after dinner and was wack very badly by two strangers hahaha... but learnt how to play it better... save money to buy good stuff... chiong but be careful of ur life... ended up playing till 11.45pm and reach hm at abt 12.15am... juz showered and now online while chattin wif a bro on the phone...
tiring but fun and fulfilling day... nice last CG wif TP... thanks for the day and blessing me wif so much fun... sad... but nvm... we can always hang out together in the future...
jukebox[nothing... a person voice over the phone...]
HAPPY BIRTHDAY APINUN!!!
You had been a very encourageing brother to me in this past 3 years i've known you... really thank God for you... Blessed birthday Apinun and enjoy yaself... u deserve it...
Jaci Velasquez - You
Who makes
The sun light up my shadows
When the darkness tries to follow me
Who makes
The air that bring me life
So I can breathe the love that's given to me
You make everything good
Everything wonderful
You grace my days
And heaven fills my view
Let's forever sing
You make everything pure
Everything beautiful
You make me see the only thing that's true
It's You
It's You
Who makes
The waters of my sorrow part
And leads the gladness into my heart
Who makes
The rivers run that wash away
And clean my soul to make a new start
You make everything good
Everything wonderful
You grace my days
And heaven fills my view
Let's forever sing
You make everything pure
Everything beautiful
You make me see the only thing that's true
It's You
You hung the moon
You placed the stars
That shine Your love for me
I hope all that I do
Will show reflections of You
All I do
All for You
Shine Your love for me
You make everything good
Everything wonderful
You grace my days
And heaven fills my view
Let's forever sing
You make everything pure
Everything beautiful
You make me see the only thing that's true
It's You
It's You
It's You
You're everything pure
And beautiful
~*~
You are... WAIT! - you're none of the Sins you're
an Angel!
Perfect, or close enough, and annoyingly so! Did
you always
behave so 'just right'. ARGHHH . You can annoy the
hell outta
people with your attitude, but no doubt your church
is real happy
with you. The positive side certainly outweighs the
negative,
after all, you do chores, are smart, are cute, do
charity work.
Least you know what a perfect saint you are. You
just make the rest
of us sinners vomit. Perhaps you could break the
rules once in a while, go wild - Eat an extra
cookie or something.
However - congratulations on being the most pure,
of the entire human race.
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I have already resign from KHL... decided to rest and build up my health b4 poly starts... just cannot stop coughing... special thanks to Alvin and Yi Qin for their concern in the past few days... thank God for you "p
Aaron finally agreed to go CG wif me... we will be visiting Youth East D CG on 30 June 2004... will leave my orientation early for this special event... heehee...
Sigh... now so bored...
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Was reading thru my sermon just now and then i remembered somewhere in my email is this article:
Greatest Weakness: Greatest Strength
Author Unknown
Sometimes your biggest weakness can become your biggest strength. Take, for example, the story of one 10-year-old boy who decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.
The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after three months of training, the master had taught him only one move.
"Sensei," the boy finally said, "shouldn't I be learning more moves?"
"This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you'll ever need to know," the sensei replied.
Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training.
Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.
This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened.
"No," the sensei insisted, "Let him continue."
Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion.
On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.
"Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?"
"You won for two reasons," the sensei answered. "First, you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. Second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm."
The boy's biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.
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I FINALLY DID IT!!! (sings) i done it i done it... well... updating time... well as u all know... i m working at a printing company... but guess wad... i had not been to work since last saturday... sick sick sick sick sick... was tokin to Deborah on MSN juz now while conversing wif a brother from East... had fun recalling the times when i first came into East... 1st Sept 2001 first met Gerald then met Pris... then was introduced to Mun Kit, Duan Ni, Geok Eng and Florence...who were the o-level students then... Bing Liang, Yao Guo and the rest was introduced later on... and the way Gerald intro Apinun: go for Prayer Meet...walk into Nexus... look for the most handsome Thai guy...tt is Apinun... hahahahaha... those were the funny old days...
Well... tmr not workin coz i applied leave...today no work coz i overslept...still very sick... but no money see doctor liao... so no MC... i already got 2 MC... one costing 58 SGD and the other 24 SGD... sigh... no money liao... very poor...
Orientation is next monday till thursday and school starting on 5th July... Singapore Poly... here i come...
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wanna change the template but well juz tt i cannot do it right... things just start to disappear as i tried to edit... juz in case u peeps dunno... i am working at a printing co called KHL... interesting time there...had quite a lot of fun but very tirin... thus had not been updating... i sincerely apologise for that... so nth much had been happening... juz tt i was working thus did not go for the PDI camp... also i dunno when is my SP orientation coz my documents got lost... sigh...
rip this off a mail form weiling...
When Fishermen Don’t Fish
By Max Lucado
They were like sheep without a shepherd. So he began teaching them many things.
When Jesus landed and saw a large crowd, he had compassion on them and healed their sick.
It’s a good thing those verses weren’t written about me.
It’s a good thing thousands of people weren’t depending on Max for their teaching and nourishment. Especially on a day when I’d just heard of the death of a dear friend. Especially on a day when I wanted to be alone with my friends. Especially after I’d gotten into a boat to escape the crowds. Had that been me in Jesus’ sandals on that Bethsaida beach, the verses would read something like:
They were like sheep without a shepherd. So Max told them to quit grazing on his pasture and to head back to their pens.
When Max landed and saw a large crowd, he mumbled something about how hard it was to get a day off and radioed for the helicopter. Then he and the disciples escaped to a private retreat.
It’s a good thing I wasn’t responsible for those people. I would have been in no mood to teach them, no mood to help them. I would have had no desire even to be with them.
But, as I think about it, Jesus had no desire to be with them either. After all, he did leave them, didn’t he? He had every intention of getting away and being alone. So what happened? Why didn’t he tell them to get lost? What made him change his mind and spend the day with the people he was trying to avoid?
Answer? Take a look at five words in Matthew 14:14:
“He had compassion on them.”
The Greek word used for compassion in this passage is splanchnizomai, which won’t mean much to you unless you are in the health professions and studied “splanchnology” in school. If so, you remember that “splanchnology” is a study of the visceral parts. Or, in contemporary jargon, a study of the gut.
When Matthew writes that Jesus had compassion on the people, he is not saying that Jesus felt casual pity for them. No, the term is far more graphic. Matthew is saying that Jesus felt their hurt in his gut:
• He felt the limp of the crippled.
• He felt the hurt of the diseased.
• He felt the loneliness of the leper.
• He felt the embarrassment of the sinful.
And once he felt their hurts, he couldn’t help but heal their hurts. He was moved in the stomach by their needs. He was so touched by their needs that he forgot his own needs. He was so moved by the people’s hurts that he put his hurts on the back burner.
Maybe that’s why God brings hurting people into your world, too. All solitude and no service equals selfishness. Some solitude and some service, however, equals perspective.
Here’s a story to illustrate my point.
When I was in high school, our family used to fish every year during spring break. One year my brother and my mom couldn’t go, so my dad let me invite a friend. I asked Mark. He was a good pal and a great sport. He got permission from his parents, and we began planning our trip.
Days before leaving, we could already anticipate the vacation. We could feel the sun warming our bodies as we floated in the boat. We could feel the yank of the rod and hear the spin of the reel as we wrestled the white bass into the boat. And we could smell the fish frying in an open skillet over an open fire.
We could hardly wait. Days passed like cold molasses. Finally spring break arrived. We loaded our camper and set out for the lake.
We arrived late at night, unfolded the camper, and went to bed—dreaming of tomorrow’s day in the sun. But during the night, an unseasonably strong norther blew in. It got cold fast! The wind was so strong that we could barely open the camper door the next morning. The sky was gray. The lake was a mountain range of white-topped waves. There was no way we could fish in that weather.
“No problem,” we said. “We’ll spend the day in the camper. After all, we have Monopoly. We have Reader’s Digest. We all know a few jokes. It’s not what we came to do, but we’ll make the best of it and fish tomorrow.”
So, huddled in the camper with a Coleman stove and a Monopoly board, we three fishermen passed the day—indoors. The hours passed slowly, but they did pass. Night finally came, and we crawled into the sleeping bags dreaming of angling.
Were we in for a surprise. The next morning it wasn’t the wind that made the door hard to open, it was the ice!
We tried to be cheerful. “No problem,” we mumbled. “We can play Monopoly … again. We can reread the stories in Reader’s Digest. And surely we know another joke or two.” But as courageous as we tried to be, it was obvious that some of the gray had left the sky and entered our camper.
I began to notice a few things I hadn’t seen before. I noticed that Mark had a few personality flaws. He was a bit too cocky about his opinions. He was easily irritated and constantly edgy. He couldn’t take any constructive criticism. Even though his socks did stink, he didn’t think it was my business to tell him.
“Just looking out for the best interest of my dad’s camper,” I defended, expecting Dad to come to my aid.
But Dad just sat over in the corner, reading. Humph, I thought, where is he when I need him? And then, I began to see Dad in a different light. When I mentioned to him that the eggs were soggy and the toast was burnt, he invited me to try my hand at the portable stove. Touchy, touchy, I said to myself. Nothing like being cooped up in a camper with someone to help you see his real nature.
It was a long day. It was a long, cold night.
When we awoke the next morning to the sound of sleet slapping the canvas, we didn’t even pretend to be cheerful. We were flat-out grumpy. Mark became more of a jerk with each passing moment; I wondered what spell of ignorance I must have been in when I invited him. Dad couldn’t do anything right; I wondered how someone so irritable could have such an even-tempered son. We sat in misery the whole day, our fishing equipment still unpacked.
The next day was even colder. “We’re going home” were my father’s first words. No one objected.
I learned a hard lesson that week. Not about fishing, but about people.
When those who are called to fish don’t fish, they fight.
When energy intended to be used outside is used inside, the result is explosive. Instead of casting nets, we cast stones. Instead of extending helping hands, we point accusing fingers. Instead of being fishers of the lost, we become critics of the saved. Rather than helping the hurting, we hurt the helpers.
The result? Church Scrooges. “Bah humbug” spirituality. Beady eyes searching for warts on others while ignoring the warts on the nose below. Crooked fingers that bypass strengths and point out weaknesses.
Split churches. Poor testimonies. Broken hearts. Legalistic wars.
And, sadly, poor go unfed, confused go uncounseled, and lost go unreached.
When those who are called to fish don’t fish, they fight.
But note the other side of this fish tale: When those who are called to fish, fish—they flourish!
Nothing handles a case of the gripes like an afternoon service project. Nothing restores perspective better than a visit to a hospital ward. Nothing unites soldiers better than a common task.
Leave soldiers inside the barracks with no time on the front line and see what happens to their attitude. The soldiers will invent things to complain about. Bunks will be too hard. Food will be too cold. Leadership will be too tough. The company will be too stale. Yet place those same soldiers in the trench and let them duck a few bullets, and what was a boring barracks will seem like a haven. The beds will feel great. The food will be almost ideal. The leadership will be courageous. The company will be exciting.
When those who are called to fish, fish—they flourish!
Jesus knew that.
When he arrived at Bethsaida, he was sorrowful, tired, and anxious to be alone with the disciples. No one would have blamed him had he dismissed the crowds a second time. No one would have criticized him had he waved away the people. But he didn’t. Later he would. Later he would demand their departure and seek solitude.
But not before he “healed their sick” and taught them “many things.” Self was forgotten … others were served … and stress was relieved.
Make a note of that. The next time the challenges “outside” tempt you to shut the door and stay inside, stay long enough to get warm. Then get out. When those who are called to fish don’t fish, they fight.
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it has been quite a while since i last updated... hmmm wad's up? went out wif Mun Hong and Jeslyn on Friday and had a lot of fun...the only 1 thing not so fun is the tom yam I had... it caused minor food poisoning on saturday and i missed service... but all is not lost...coz i felt better at abt 7 and went out for a play wif my frenz... met ally after tt and caught day after tomorrow again.. really very nice show... altho we can be sure tt it wun happen cause bible got say no more flood mah...
today was H2O baptism and i wanna congratulate Cecil or now known as Barbanas (bananas...haha... a joke... no offense...) on his baptism... thank God for ur obedience!!! went out wif Mun and Jes again for a lunch-cum-ktv session...
so this is the past few days in short summary... heehee...
this came from an email sent to me by Zhi Wei... sure he had sent it to many others...but nvrtheless... enjoy:
Cake from God
Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this", or "Why did God have to do this to me". Here is a wonderful explanation! A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she's failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away.
Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter says, "Absolutely Mom, I love your cake."
"Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers.
"Yuck!" says her daughter.
"How about a couple raw eggs?"
"Gross, Mom!"
"Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?"
"Mom, those are all yucky!"
To which the Mother replies: "Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake! God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to trust Him and eventually, they will all make something wonderful!
God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning. Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen. He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart.
When one door closes, another opens. Stop brooding and notice that open door!!"
I hope your day is a "piece of cake!"
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Got this from an email Jun Yao sent me some time ago... wanna share wif u all... enjoy...
Most evenings my dog Wesley and I take a walk through the neighborhood. Other than riding in the truck with the windows rolled down, the walk is the highlight of his day. During these walks, I had always kept a tight leash on him. He was not allowed to walk anywhere but right by my side. I was a stickler for the rules, and he was never quite content with that. Always wanting more, Wesley would pull, stretch, and tug with no success. He wanted freedom.
One warm evening I decided to give little Wesley the taste of freedom he craved. When I unfastened his leash from his collar, I honestly expected him to bolt. I could just see him scrambling off into a vacant lot, rolling around in something dead, or performing matters of personal business in someone's neatly manicured lawn. I thought for sure that he would take advantage of his freedom. I was wrong.
Instead of sowing his wild oats he stayed right by my side. When I walked faster, he sped up. When I ran, he kept pace. When I grew tired of running (which unfortunately didn't take long), to my amazement Wesley slowed down, too. There were occasional distractions along the way for him, but for the most part, he never abused his freedom.
Many people act as though God is "walking" us on His leash. They live in fear that if they make one wrong move, their Father is going to yank them back in line. They see Christianity as a list of should do's and don't do's and believe that God's acceptance is based on how well they stay in line. In reality, God never intended us to live as if we have a leash around our neck.
Being on a leash causes dogs to desire escape from their master. Yet, when freedom is finally granted, they often realize what they really wanted was to walk close to their master. Likewise, when we constantly focus the leash, on what we can and cannot do, we are tempted to sin in a much greater way. On the other hand, when we understand the freedom and grace associated with the Christian Life, we desire nothing more than to be close to our Master, not because of the "law leash" but because of the Spirit living inside us. You might call it a "Spirit leash."
"When we were controlled by our old nature, sinful desires were at work within us, and the law aroused these evil desires that produced sinful deeds, resulting in death. But now we have been released from the law, for we died with Christ, and we are no longer captive to its power. Now we can really serve God, not in the old way by obeying the letter of the law, but in the new way, by the Spirit." - Romans 7:5,6 (NLT)
Pray tt it will give u a new insight to obeying God... not becoz we have to...but becoz we want to...
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me is back... got miss me??? for those who were not there... u missed a great camp but nvrtheless u will get it thru ur leaders ya? wun say much abt the camp juz tt it has made a great impact and it is fruitful... enjoyed the camp tremendously and we really spent quality time wif each others and i got to know the SP grp better... had a good talk wif the new pple and Jaron and Caleb... very excited wif the transfer not b'coz i wanna get rid of TP (i m kinda 'se bu de' TP) but coz it will be exciting to serve God in a new terrain wif new bro and sis... look forward in serving...
also to update: i gain a lot of weight in JB coz i juz could not stop eating... no i have not bought chewing gum coz i delay delay delay until no buy... ni gifts as well coz it is onli JB... i onli bought for myself 2 shirts and 1 ring... spent all my money on food food food and food...haha...fulfilling both to the spirit and the tummy... now must start my weight lost program...
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going to JB...decided not to sleep tonite coz sure cannot wake up on time one... wonder how to survive the first 4 teaching of camp... update when i return... and no i dun take 10 years to update... juz nine years...
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guess wad... the guy behind me forcing me to update (me at munz house) so here i m updating...
yesterday was a real fun day...hang out wif Abel, Han Yew, Robin, Joleen (correct?) and Jasmine...
played a alot of games at sentosa beach... laughing and laming and juz having fun... then went on to meet Jason... HAPPY BITHDAY JASON!!! the most fun was burying Han Yew... haha... must be biblical and cannot compromise so we bury him till his knee level...making it as tight as possible (no lah...juz we sadist... hahaha... dun wanna let Han Yew come out... *sinister laughter*)... after tt hang out wif Bing Liang and the East D guys... the guys grew a lot in this year... real glad to see the guys grow...
after tt grab last bus out of sentosa but miss last bus on main island... nvm... got ally stead to drive me home... so i walk bing liang home from the bus stop and eat supper at tiong bahru... wait until 3 then ally finish her game and reach tiong bahru to pick me up... on ecp near fort road exit got a real bad accident... the car front burn until black... the driver tt side... very serious... aiyo... thank God got very very little cars... got home and sleep... zzzzz...
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