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Monday, 31 January 2005
*.* Where had my Jan gone to? *.*
*.* Where had my Jan gone to? *.*
January has ended. I really wonder where had my January gone to. Besides schooling, teaching and BB, I think I really didn't do anything much.
Chinese New Year is coming. Somehow I'm not really excited about it: Visitations, waking up early, dressing up. It's the same old thing very year. Maybe even ang bao gets lesser each year. This year will be worse. It's Chinese New Year but guess most of my classmates will be studying bit too. It's our study break week anyway.
Today is the first time I actually skipped school and went out with some friends. We went to Chinatown. It has been many years since my last visit there. Nothing much changed. Probably one has to be there just to get the Chinese New Year mood.
Bye January. See you next year...
Chinese New Year is coming. Somehow I'm not really excited about it: Visitations, waking up early, dressing up. It's the same old thing very year. Maybe even ang bao gets lesser each year. This year will be worse. It's Chinese New Year but guess most of my classmates will be studying bit too. It's our study break week anyway.
Today is the first time I actually skipped school and went out with some friends. We went to Chinatown. It has been many years since my last visit there. Nothing much changed. Probably one has to be there just to get the Chinese New Year mood.
Bye January. See you next year...
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Saturday, 29 January 2005
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It's has been a crazy week for me. I'm up to my neck (probably higher than that). I'm teaching 4 days in a week, that includes Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Sunday after service. Friday, cell time.
Work load are increasing each week. I've reached the point where I don't know what my lecturer is teaching, switching off when he starts talking and sleeping as 'early' as 4.30am. Chinese New Year is coming and so are my common tests.
I just don't understand how can they make our life so miserable that the week after Chinese New Year is the common tests and quiz week.
This week seems all so draggy and it all started on Monday. Well, Mondayblues as usual. I reached the gate of the MRT, wanting to enter then realising that I didn't bring both my wallet and my Ez-link card out. I walked back home then walk all the way back to the station and of course I was late for class. The good thing was, I was half an hour late but she didn't nag at me. I wasn't affected with the bad day start, in fact I was having a good laugh at myself. How forgeful can I get.
I was wondering why I dislike Fridays so much and now I finally know why. This lecturer of mine knows nothing but nag. She will start nagging once lesson starts and all the way till the lesson ends. Though it's just sitting in front of the computer and doing some circuit connection, she does nothing but nag (mind you! It's not TEACHING, but NAGGING), for 3 hours non-stop. I called that as a Torture Chamber. Sounds good right?
At the end of the day, I just need to complete whatever I need to do. I'm tired...
Work load are increasing each week. I've reached the point where I don't know what my lecturer is teaching, switching off when he starts talking and sleeping as 'early' as 4.30am. Chinese New Year is coming and so are my common tests.
I just don't understand how can they make our life so miserable that the week after Chinese New Year is the common tests and quiz week.
This week seems all so draggy and it all started on Monday. Well, Mondayblues as usual. I reached the gate of the MRT, wanting to enter then realising that I didn't bring both my wallet and my Ez-link card out. I walked back home then walk all the way back to the station and of course I was late for class. The good thing was, I was half an hour late but she didn't nag at me. I wasn't affected with the bad day start, in fact I was having a good laugh at myself. How forgeful can I get.
I was wondering why I dislike Fridays so much and now I finally know why. This lecturer of mine knows nothing but nag. She will start nagging once lesson starts and all the way till the lesson ends. Though it's just sitting in front of the computer and doing some circuit connection, she does nothing but nag (mind you! It's not TEACHING, but NAGGING), for 3 hours non-stop. I called that as a Torture Chamber. Sounds good right?
At the end of the day, I just need to complete whatever I need to do. I'm tired...
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Sunday, 16 January 2005
*.* When I see him, my tears dropped.. *.*
*.* When I see him, my tears dropped.. *.*
When we stepped in there, we all couldn't recognize him. He was sitting on him chair, all so weak. He took him some time to recognize us and wave to us. He remembers all of us, I'm so happy. I shook his boney little hand and smiled.
My heart break into many pieces when I saw him, I almost burst out but I held my tears. I couldn't imagine he had gone through a coma after a high fever followed by a fits and woke up after a month. He's a fighter indeed, a strong fighter.
A young boy with a bright future, moving on with his new phrase of life as a teenager, was struck down. I wonder how will he manage when he gets well. The active young man, smart, obedient, he almost scared his parents to death.
I realized how unpredictable life could be. You never when you will just drop, or sleep and never wakes up anymore. We shouldn't take things for granted, people around us for granted. I was very encouraged by his will, he didn't give up, so we all shouldn't give up too. I'll pray for him, that God will soon heal him and bless him and his family.
My heart break into many pieces when I saw him, I almost burst out but I held my tears. I couldn't imagine he had gone through a coma after a high fever followed by a fits and woke up after a month. He's a fighter indeed, a strong fighter.
A young boy with a bright future, moving on with his new phrase of life as a teenager, was struck down. I wonder how will he manage when he gets well. The active young man, smart, obedient, he almost scared his parents to death.
I realized how unpredictable life could be. You never when you will just drop, or sleep and never wakes up anymore. We shouldn't take things for granted, people around us for granted. I was very encouraged by his will, he didn't give up, so we all shouldn't give up too. I'll pray for him, that God will soon heal him and bless him and his family.
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Tuesday, 11 January 2005
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A continuous from my previous entry...
(This is comething that I came up with, it has nothing to do with the real story...)
Previously, I said it doesn't matter how others say, or feel about us, how you look like, what you do, not worth making comparisons and stuffs.
Sad to say, many of us have that barrier in us. We MIND what people say about us, the nasty comments, the things we do..
Well, I'm here to make a public apology.
Dear all,
My thousands of apologies for the copying any work part thereof that it wasn't an intentional act of mine to cause any alarm or harm be it emotional.. Just felt that it was nice and hence using without permission.
If you want to add any comments, you may do so in my tagboard..
(This is comething that I came up with, it has nothing to do with the real story...)
Previously, I said it doesn't matter how others say, or feel about us, how you look like, what you do, not worth making comparisons and stuffs.
Sad to say, many of us have that barrier in us. We MIND what people say about us, the nasty comments, the things we do..
Well, I'm here to make a public apology.
Dear all,
My thousands of apologies for the copying any work part thereof that it wasn't an intentional act of mine to cause any alarm or harm be it emotional.. Just felt that it was nice and hence using without permission.
If you want to add any comments, you may do so in my tagboard..
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Sunday, 9 January 2005
*.* A Story... *.*
*.* A Story... *.*
(DISCLAIMER: This entry is based on storyline and thoughts of the writer. It bears no consequences, relations, or any other writers..)
I would like to share this story with all of you.
I would like to share this story with all of you.
You Are Special by Max Lucado
The Wemmicks were small wooden people carved by a woodmaker named Eli. Each Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short.
Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and grey dot stickers. The wooden people went around village sticking stars or dots on one another. The pretty ones got stars. Wemmicks with rough wood or chipped paint got dots.
The talented ones got stars, too. Some could jump over tall boxes or sing pretty songs. Others, though, could do little. They got dots.
Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like others, but he always fell. So the Wemmicks would give him dots. When he tried to explain why he fell, he would say something silly, so the Wemmicks would give him more dots.
"He deserves lots of dots," the wooden people would say. After a while Punchinello believed them. "I guess I'm not a good Wemmick," he decided. So he stayed inside most of the time. When he go outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had lots of dots. He felt better with them.
One day, he met a different kind of Wemmick, named Lucia. She had no dots or stars. The Wemmicks admired her for having no dots, so they would give her a star. But it would fall off. Others gave her a dot for having no stars, but it wouldn't stay either.
'That's the way I want to be,' thought Punchinello. So he asked Lucia how she did it. "It's simple," she replied. "Every day, I will go and visit Eli the woodcarver." 'Why?' "You'll find out if you go and see him." Then Lucia turned and skipped away.
'But will he want to see me?' Punchinello wondered. Later at home, he sat and watched the wooden people giving each other stars and dots. 'It's not right,' he muttered to himself and decided to see Eli.
Punchinello walked up the narrow path and stepped into Eli's shop. His eyes grew big. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on tiptoe to see the top of the workbench. Punchinello swallowed hard. 'I'm not staying here!' Then he heard his name. "Punchinello?" The voice was deep and strong. "How good to see you. Come, let me have a good look at you." Punchinello looked up. 'You know my name?' "Of course. I made you."
Eli picked him up and sat him on the bench. "Looks like you've been given some bad marks," says the maker. 'I didn't mean to, Eli. I really tried hard.' "Punchinello, I don't care what the other Wemmicks think." 'You don't?' "No. You shouldn't either. What they think doesn't matter. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special."
Punchinello laughed. 'Me? Special? Why? I'm not talented and my paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?' Eli spoke very slowly. "Because you're mine. That's why you matter to me." Punchinello didn't know what else to say. "Everyday I've been hoping you'd come," Eli explained. 'I came because I met Lucia,' said Punchinello. 'Why don't the stickers stay on her?'
The maker spoke softly. "Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what others think. The stickers only stick if you let them." 'What?' "The stickers only sticks if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about their stickers."
'I'm not sure I understand.' Eli smiled. "You will, but it will take time. For now, come and see me everyday and let me remind you how much I care."
Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground. "Remember," Eli said as Punchinelllo was leaving, "you are special because I made you. And I don't make mistakes." Punchinello didn't stop, but in his heart he thought, 'I think he really mean it.' And when he did, one of the dots fell on to the ground...
It's a story that reminds us that sometimes it doesn't matter how people see us, sometimes it's not worth making comparison with others, sometimes it's not what we do that mould us, but it's that Someone who made us that made us special. It doesn't make us special for Him to love us, it's His love that made us special.
We are like Punchinello, we mind people think about us, say about us, we care what people feel about us, but have we ever stop and ask ourselves who exactly are we? Do people see us as who we are equals to what we do? Have we forgotten that we belongs to someone? The very One who cares who we are to Him and don't mind what others see us.
How many stars and dots do you have? I hope I have none because I choose to have none...
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Saturday, 8 January 2005
*.* BB 75th Anniversary *.*
*.* BB 75th Anniversary *.*
Today marks the 75th Anniversary of the Boys' Brigade. It started off which districts then meet the the ending point with 75 bikers and 75 bagpipers. It was a very grand thing. In fact, this is my very first big event that I ever had in BB.
I was at 87th at 7.30am to do urshering as it was the starting point for the North-West district. After that, the few of us went to 88J for our as usual weekly parade. We invited guests to join us, but due to the bad weather, the bikers were delayed and at the end of the day, they by-passed us and went to 62nd. The bikers eventually arrived at Ngee Ann City at 4pm.
Today also marks the day of my 2nd year service in BB, which also means I've been serving BB for exactly a year since 2004 started. The surprising thing is I received my new rank, not for today's event but from today onwards. Suddenly I felt the "heaviness" on my shoulders. Looking back for the year what I've done in BB with my fellow workers, we all felt that we deserve the rank. It actually doesn't matter of the rank, probably it's the respect that Boys will give us, the responsibilities that we will be holding this year and the years to come.
I was at 87th at 7.30am to do urshering as it was the starting point for the North-West district. After that, the few of us went to 88J for our as usual weekly parade. We invited guests to join us, but due to the bad weather, the bikers were delayed and at the end of the day, they by-passed us and went to 62nd. The bikers eventually arrived at Ngee Ann City at 4pm.
Today also marks the day of my 2nd year service in BB, which also means I've been serving BB for exactly a year since 2004 started. The surprising thing is I received my new rank, not for today's event but from today onwards. Suddenly I felt the "heaviness" on my shoulders. Looking back for the year what I've done in BB with my fellow workers, we all felt that we deserve the rank. It actually doesn't matter of the rank, probably it's the respect that Boys will give us, the responsibilities that we will be holding this year and the years to come.
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Saturday, 1 January 2005
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2004 has ended and now comes 2005.
2004 has been a long, exciting and experiencing year.
My parents accepted Christ beginning of this year, I got my 'O' level results, worked part time, joined YMM and BB, I got myself in and out of a relationship, then got in Poly, served in Christmas drama, got new friends and closer friendships...
It's too much to reflect upon. But I'm really thankful for God because this year especially He showed me a lot and His grace are more than I can imagine. He gave me very good friends, He made me grow and learnt a lot..
2005 has arrived.
All I want to do this year is really simply focusing on my studies and my ministry and nothing else. I want to forget all the unhappy stuffs and start all fresh new again.
Focus on God and studies...
My theme for this year is Focus...
2004 has been a long, exciting and experiencing year.
My parents accepted Christ beginning of this year, I got my 'O' level results, worked part time, joined YMM and BB, I got myself in and out of a relationship, then got in Poly, served in Christmas drama, got new friends and closer friendships...
It's too much to reflect upon. But I'm really thankful for God because this year especially He showed me a lot and His grace are more than I can imagine. He gave me very good friends, He made me grow and learnt a lot..
2005 has arrived.
All I want to do this year is really simply focusing on my studies and my ministry and nothing else. I want to forget all the unhappy stuffs and start all fresh new again.
Focus on God and studies...
My theme for this year is Focus...
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