tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37349105178788318782024-03-05T14:47:27.776-08:00Unveiling the Curtains- JC -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13592292233039792195noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734910517878831878.post-70988367537739704492013-05-05T16:32:00.001-07:002013-05-05T16:32:27.816-07:00Observations at a cafe<br />
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<span lang="EN-GB">I’m sitting in a cafe enjoying a <i>daim</i> chocolate cake and drinking my
Breakfast tea, not that I’m taking breakfast now, it’s just past 4 PM! But here
in the UK, people drink breakfast tea all the time. And what’s in a breakfast
tea? A friend once told me it’s a combination of Earl Grey, Assam and
Darjeeling! Should I believe her? Why not? I guess it doesn’t matter anyway...
As long as it’s tea! My guess is that the shops simply serve you whatever tea
they’ve got as breakfast tea. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Across the room is an elderly man drinking
coffee. He’s so old even the staffs of the cafe are worried about him. His
hands and feet seem to shake uncontrollably. Parkinsons maybe? Perhaps a mild
one, or it’s just that his muscles are weak. He seems lost and lonely. Sitting
there staring into nothingness. He won’t be the first lonely old person I’ve
seen. I saw an old lady the other day eating all alone in a cafe, and another
man on yet another day in the same cafe. All elderly, all lonely, yet they worked
at their fish and chips so purposefully I could imagine them being there simply
because they wanted to eat fish and chips!</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">The man tries to get up from his chair, but
he seems to be really struggling at it. A cleaner comes up to help the old man.
He pulls the man on his feet and for just a moment, I thought the old man might
fall to the ground. But alas, he stands... thinking hard what he should do
next. Another lady staff walks over to him and asked if he was alright. I
couldn’t hear what he mumbled to her, but she seemed satisfied and left him
standing. He stared at his coffee, and stared around the room. I tried not to
stare back. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">After a moment, he moved his feet a little,
getting a little exercise, thought he’d have enough of standing and started to
sit down again. Once again, that male cleaner came over to help him. I’m really
amazed by his kindness. There are some other guys around, guests of course. But
they do not even look at the man. He sat for a little while more, all the while
staring into nothingness. Occasionally, he glances at the newspaper on the
table. I imagine he was thinking back to the old days when he would bring his
wife here to the cafe, drink some coffee, and eat some sweet cakes, before
heading off to the movies or the theatre. Finally he stands and leaves. After
the little exercise just now, he had regained some strength I think, as he did
not need anybody’s help this time. He took his bag (it was an ancient document
bag, could he be a professor???), took a final glance around the room, and
left.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Another elderly lady walks in; this time
she is pulling a small luggage bag. She orders a tea, sits at the table next to
mine, and starts the staring ritual just as the man before. But oh, this lady
is not as old as the other man. In fact, she even knows how to use a hand phone!
She seemed to be punching in an awful lot of numbers on the phone. Then she
puts the phone to her ear. She makes a call. Speaks the briefest of moment, and
puts the phone down again. She fiddles in her pockets and brings out a packed
biscuit. A smart move I’d say, instead of paying 50p for a cafe biscuit.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I write about these lonely elderly people.
But of course, in the UK, it’s not just common for elderly people to eat alone.
There are many young people who do this too. Like the girl sitting across from my
table. And myself, typing away on my computer while having tea to avoid staring
into nothingness. Is this the British way of life, you think? Perhaps; perhaps not
–but they do have many cafes with very small tables and seats facing directly out
a window, which, in my opinion, are designed for the very purpose of enabling
customers to eat alone without feeling too awkward! </span></div>
- JC -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13592292233039792195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734910517878831878.post-52028344918823391522012-02-16T16:36:00.001-08:002012-02-26T05:41:39.776-08:00Life can be so unpredictable... you may make plans for the future but one hard ball thrown at you can bring you spinning all over you're at a lost on what to do next again. My company provides good medical care for its workers. Last year, they allowed all employees to go for a full-body medical check-up. Why? Coz they strongly believe in "Prevention is better than Cure". Just like many of my colleagues, we thought is was a great opportunity to get ourselves all checked up to give us a few more years of peace eating that slice of meaty burger or chunky pizza! But what we didn't think of is the fact that reports may not be so great, and with no excuse for ignorance, we might end up cutting those pizza and burger days short!<br />
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Ahh.... life!- JC -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13592292233039792195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734910517878831878.post-60414937389212775252011-07-13T06:49:00.000-07:002011-07-13T06:49:47.656-07:00It's funny how sometimes God tests us on what we commit so blatantly. I was reading the passage about the Sermon on the Mount, where Jesus told the people to give an eye for an eye, but instead to go the second mile when people make you go one mile. Just today at work, I had a scuffle with a colleague early in the morning. This colleague of mine made me go one mile with her on something that I thought wasn't my job. I was quite annoyed by it as I had a lot on my plate as well.<br />
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It was until later when another colleague came to tell me that I had answered that particular colleague quite loudly that I remembered what I read last night. There and then, I decided I would help her. But it didn't mean that I was all happy to go the one mile too! After performing what she requested, I was told to do more. My anger flared up instantly and I had to quickly fan myself out quickly before I blow at her face again. Thank God for His strength to control myself and also His favor, to be able to complete all the tasks without any more trouble. Going the extra mile isn't easy. But there is still work to be done, and I am just hoping that tomorrow will be a better day!- JC -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13592292233039792195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734910517878831878.post-44276080530887347672011-05-14T08:41:00.000-07:002011-05-14T08:41:56.883-07:00Reflection<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Little is said when life throws you a tough ball. To appear strong, we would rather bury ourselves further in our misery, to which we know at some point will lay us bare and probably kill us (not literally, but perhaps emotionally), rather than face the truth and proclaim it out loud. If there’re no secrets of the past, the past can’t haunt you. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I just watched a TV show that made me realize how much I belittled a thing of the past. Now this thing did not happen to me, but to a friend of mine. Back then, there were those who were angry and hurt and sad about it, but I couldn’t seem to have such strong emotions within me regarding that. Perhaps my mind is wired in such that I have to see it to fully understand it. I usually rely on graphical images when I study, so maybe it’s the same way too when it comes to other things. After watching the show, I am now filled with anger and wish those people responsible for my friend’s predicament will rot in hell. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And to my friend, I’m so sorry that I wasn’t able to feel what I was supposed to feel for you when you needed me to. But I’m glad you did not choose to hide it from me. </span></div>- JC -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13592292233039792195noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734910517878831878.post-71952443345157737512011-03-14T07:57:00.000-07:002011-03-14T07:57:38.470-07:00The Battle in My Mind<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-bidi-language: MY; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: MY; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: MY; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A friend of mine recently sent me an email with an interesting story that went like this:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"></div><span style="color: black; font-family: "Centaur", "serif"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: MY; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: MY; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY; mso-themecolor: text1;"><span style="font-size: small;">In a small town, a person decided to open up a brothel, which was right opposite to a church. The church and its congregation started a campaign to block the brothel from opening with petitions and prayed daily against his business.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-SG" style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-SG; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: MY; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-MY; mso-themecolor: text1;">Work progressed. However, when it was almost complete and was about to open a few days later, a strong lightning struck the brothel and it was burnt to the ground.<br />
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The church folks were rather smug in their outlook after that, till the brothel owner sued the church authorities on the grounds that the church through its congregation and prayers was ultimately responsible for the destruction of his brothel, either through direct or indirect actions or means.<br />
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In its reply to the court, the church vehemently denied all responsibility or any connection that their prayers were reasons for the act of God. As the case made its way into court, the judge looked over the paperwork at the hearing and commented:<br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s interesting to note how this story speaks to me as a Christian, I often pray to my Father for something but when it turns out to be something more than what I had bargained for, I begin to question if it was actually a result of my prayer or mere coincidence. I have prayed for many things, big and small in my 24 years of life, and often God gives them to me, sometimes as I had hoped for , and sometimes not as I had hoped for. It is often these times that I accept my answered prayers with reluctance. And who’s to blame, for I was the one who asked for it. There were times when I even rejected it out of fear.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4P8p4cyg9CekpMwWP1HDgPIoxRpVOXPgnZjH5gxk2qAVxurRYuR2FNNXc-BdsAjCc7QtnsjsyD5xVM9BHNd5iA7mbKG1zTiKeoim7EXzcf8KTC-XNsVMdUX1rA9HPR3jUWEbNtlAB_l8/s1600/mind-164x164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4P8p4cyg9CekpMwWP1HDgPIoxRpVOXPgnZjH5gxk2qAVxurRYuR2FNNXc-BdsAjCc7QtnsjsyD5xVM9BHNd5iA7mbKG1zTiKeoim7EXzcf8KTC-XNsVMdUX1rA9HPR3jUWEbNtlAB_l8/s1600/mind-164x164.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In one of the seminars in the course Battlefield of the Mind, the speaker, Joyce Meyer, urged her listeners to ‘think about what you are thinking about’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Often we have thoughts running through our minds, but not all these thoughts are necessarily healthy and promote a sound mind. Therefore we’ll have to constantly pause and think about what we are thinking about, and figure out if that thought is from our own critical thinking, or our own imagination, or whether it is from God, or from the devil. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When I think about the times when I chicken out of God’s promises because I let fear get the better of me, I regret it. But it’s not to say I don’t battle with negative thoughts or fear anymore. I still do. Everyday, actually. And each day is a tough battle. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"></div></span> </span></span></span><blockquote> </blockquote>- JC -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13592292233039792195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734910517878831878.post-72016769665208558832011-02-09T07:35:00.000-08:002011-02-09T07:35:24.071-08:00Life PondersThe past week has a been a rather eventful one... firstly because it was also Chinese New Year, and I got to experience working in the office with just a few people and was really tempted to just sit back and relax and enjoy the air cond... but alas, my conscience said otherwise! I am proud to say I did work as much as I could under the circumstances :D Secondly, I revisited KK and am once again convinced that I wouldn't mind going back there again! Thirdly, an incident happened that made me realize how unpredictable life can be. But over the mountains and the sea, I saw the magnificent hand of God at work in my life and those around me, and in Mother Nature.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Life is short... one day u're fine, the next u're not... whatever life throws at us, live it to the fullest.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Be like the rock that stands firm in adversity and the water that adapts its path to find its way to sea.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Here's a toast to better days.</div>- JC -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13592292233039792195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734910517878831878.post-57459690211638654402010-12-26T19:39:00.000-08:002010-12-26T19:40:31.511-08:00A Barbie Fashion Fairytale!<span lang="EN"></span><span lang="EN"></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The 3 fairies being "flari-napped" (their word for kidnaped) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The main cast: (from left) the 3 fairies, Elis (Barbie’s clothes designer), Aunt ??? (some big name Parisian designer from Barbie world) and Barbie.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The highlight of the play was not a ball, or a prom, but a fashion show! Elis graced one of her designs by parading it herself.</td></tr>
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They are thick and hard to fold, but looking at them makes me marvel at how God has brought this entire thing about.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You see, the idea of taking up this project began when I was taking a shower after work. I recalled my pastor, P Dan, talking about how simple it is to bless the Myanmar church by providing them with songbooks for their services. I visited their church once and found that they were lacking of song books. And because they are not very well off, and the song books are thick, it was probably very costly for them to print a book. But as many ideas go, this idea was just an idea... floating around in the air, waiting for someone to catch hold of it and put it into action. And so, I decided that I would be that person to bring this idea into reality. And because Christmas was coming, I made it my goal to have the books ready in time for Christmas.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I SMS-ed P Dan and told him of my desire. He was delighted and said that he would borrow a copy of the song book for me. That was a Monday, the 15<sup>th</sup> of November, exactly 40 days to Christmas day. By Tuesday, I had the book in my hand and was ready to get things going! I started typing on Wednesday and found that the task was more complicated than I had initially thought. Due to the difference in language, I had some trouble with the spelling and how the words form from one to another. As a result, it took me longer than expected to complete typing out a song. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">As the days went on, and December arrived, it dawned upon me that I was running out of time. Just when I was beginning to panic, Lydia came forward on Saturday, 4<sup>th</sup> Dec to offer her help. Apparently P Dan told her I needed help. I wondered who told him about it as I never shared my difficulties with him before, but that was exactly what I needed! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, Lydia would not be around that week and will only be available the following week, which was the week before the Christmas week. I thank her for volunteering and set about getting some 50 songs photocopied so she can refer to them and type them for me when she comes back from her holiday. At the same time, I bucked up on my own typing to cover for all the lost time before. Lydia came back the following week, I passed her the songs on Saturday, and she had them typed out and mailed to me by Tuesday, as she understood the importance of getting the books ready by <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Christmas. I later found out that Samuel helped as well. Those two were a great blessing indeed. By Wednesday, I had all the songs compiled and printed the very first copy. I had some trouble with the printer and the ink; the fonts and page alignment were incorrect too. I had to print several times before I got the final copy right. But due to the many error trials, the ink was running out and so the final copy came in colours of blue and red and whatever colours in between! The alignment was not perfect too, but I was too frustrated and tired by then to print another round. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Next, I had to decide which Photostat shop to go best to get my books photocopied. Since the master print was not in perfect order, I felt it was important to go to a good printer to help me straighten things up. After consulting with my mom and dad, my mom suggested a shop at the back of a row of shops in Kelang Lama. I didn’t know which shop she was referring to but promised to take a drive around the next day to check it out.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">On Thursday, during my lunch break, I brought the master copy to the shop, selected what I thought were the best and worst pages and told the man in the shop to print a copy. He cautioned that the red ink might be a problem but said he’ll try anyway. He did and it turned out almost as nice as the blue. Then I told him about the page alignment problem, and he said he’ll try to adjust it for me. He did a sample and I found it satisfactory. I asked him about printing the entire book, having it stapled and bind with a thicker cover. He said he could do it. And I thank God I had gone there that very day and not one day late as I had earlier planned, because he was going to leave town the next day. If I had been one day late, I would have missed meeting such a wonderful man! He said he could complete the 100 copies before he left the next day. I asked him to calculate the cost for all 100 copies and was shocked when the figure came up to RM 303, and he immediately said, RM 300! See, when I first started on the project, I made a mental dedication of RM300 to the Lord for it. But as the project progressed, I realised that RM300 would most likely take me only as far as 50 copies of the book. However, after consulting with the Chairman of the Myanmar Church, Peter, P Dan had told me to print 100 copies! I was a little dismayed when I heard the figure, as that would mean I have to fork out double my budget. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When the master copy didn’t turn out alright, and when I was contemplating on whether or not to just go ahead with the printing, regardless of how it turned out, God spoke to me through 3 John 1: 1-8. I repented of my initial thoughts and decided to check the Photostat shop out first. If it was not satisfactory, I would re-print the master copy and do whatever was needed to get the books done in good order. I told the Lord, if it has to be so, let it be so. I had expected about RM 500-600 for the 100 copies, and so it was a really pleasant surprise when the man told me RM300, the exact amount that I had dedicated to the Lord for this project. I sang praises all the way back to the office.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I collected the books on Friday, and was delighted when the man offered to carry them for me to my car. He is indeed a good man. May God bless him and his family and save them from the grasp of the devil! After work, I began the task of folding the 78-pages-thick books. It was hard work indeed, but a joyous one nevertheless! Tomorrow, I shall have to finish folding them all before sending them to P Dan to bring them to the Myanmar church. I’m sure the church will be blessed. I have already been blessed. I’ve seen the hand of God at work and experience his provision first-hand once more. Thank you Lord for this early Christmas gift!</span></div>- JC -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13592292233039792195noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734910517878831878.post-65600124596023722042010-11-27T08:01:00.000-08:002010-11-27T08:01:00.562-08:00Christmas Wish List<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s been over a month since I last wrote a post! Guess I’ve been busy after all... hahaha! Or perhaps I’ve just been too lazy to put my thoughts into words, which I believe is the case! I’ve had several ideas that I told myself to write it down but was always ‘not in the mood’ whenever I sat in front of my computer! Ok, I usually get ideas while I’m at work, and even though I face the computer <s>all day</s> most of the day at work, the good worker in me just couldn’t bring me to write personal blogs during work time!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So here I am, all those ideas long gone and I actually have no idea what to write now. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ok... Let’s see... I just came to realize that there are many people out there who have no idea or a much distorted idea about Christmas! I recently spoke to some of my colleagues and was shocked to learn that many of them thought that Santa Claus, Christmas trees and turkeys are a must at Christmas; coz “isn’t it part of what Christmas is all about?”...No, I said, “not at all... it’s about the birth of Jesus!” “Really? So Santa has nothing to do with Christmas at all?” “No!”.... And the same goes for the turkey and good old Christmas tree and those presents under it. I wonder when somebody will start asking me about Rudolf! Years of tradition, cultural assimilation and advertising scams have pushed these things to be part and parcel of Christmas, but really folks, these things have nothing to do with Christmas at all! Which being in mind... someone once told me that Santa was the product of Coca-Cola Company’s advertising campaign. Smart me told this to one of my colleague without checking the facts first. I just checked. Santa is not the product of the Coca-Cola Company’s advertising campaigns. He was around way before Coca-Cola launched their ad-campaign. But they were somewhat responsible for Santa’s red and white suit. Coz before that, Santa had other coloured clothing in his wardrobe!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Last year, a friend of mine wanted to know what did I asked Santa for Christmas. I told her Santa didn’t exist. And when she asked me who gave me all my presents, I told her they fell from the sky. We laughed about it and said no more. After that, I immediately regretted not saying more! I should’ve told her that my presents came from those who love me and care for me. And that I did have a Christmas wish list. And that it was not for Santa, but for my Father in heaven. I had a list of wishes that I asked for, things that couldn’t be held, wrapped in coloured paper, or seen physically, but things precious to my heart. I should’ve told her that God already gave me the best gift there was to be given, my salvation. And I should’ve told her that I got all that I asked for in my Christmas wish list.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t get everything on Christmas day, but I got them when the time was just right!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A year has passed, and it is Christmas season once more. I’ve set down my Christmas wish list and can’t wait to see it unfold again! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This year’s Christmas is different from the past few years. Back then, I would’ve been busy going for rehearsals in preparation for the CF’s Christmas play and probably won’t have time to write blogs this time of the year. I do miss those Christmas play preparations! It feels so different this year... but at least I’m at the comfort of my own home! Here’s hoping for another wonderful Christmas this year.</span></div>- JC -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13592292233039792195noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734910517878831878.post-42434827781008609262010-10-16T09:46:00.000-07:002010-10-16T09:46:36.038-07:00Serenity PrayerSo the budget plan is out. Many comments and complains are flying around as usual, some praising but mostly criticizing on what should have been done and what shouldn't have; how would our prime minister build his iconic 100-floor sky-scraper that would rival even the twin towers and how that building is going to be used, (People have come up with some interesting theories about that on Facebook, and some of them are quite entertaining.) blah blah blah...<br />
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Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm not concern about our country's finances and economy, I am. I earn wages now and have to pay my taxes, so of course I wanna know where that money goes to! But complaining and commenting on what's been done and cannot be undone isn't going to help.<br />
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I've mentioned before that the series season is back, and these series have been keeping me occupied. I like to think that watching these episodes isn't just a waste of time, but is in fact an enriching exercise for my soul. Of course, not all of them promote good and uplifting ideas, but some do. There's a particular quote from the first episode of season 5's "Brothers and Sisters" that I like. It's actually the first part from the Serenity Prayer, and it goes like this:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, and the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference." </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: small;"><i>--Reinhold Niebuhr</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Wise prayer eh? Perhaps we should be focusing more on the things we can change. And pray we have the courage to change them. </div>- JC -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13592292233039792195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734910517878831878.post-33311239442795353192010-10-09T07:12:00.000-07:002010-10-09T07:12:04.768-07:00My First Company Dinner!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">This is my first company dinner! It being an annual affair, It is also a combined dinner for 10 departments that make up the GPS group---one of the many groups within the company. Pictures speak a thousand words. Since I'm too lazy to write them, I'm hoping the pictures will do it for me... :)</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</div>- JC -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13592292233039792195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734910517878831878.post-21805776231800943712010-10-06T07:29:00.000-07:002010-10-06T07:29:38.637-07:00The day the sun stood stillI came back home, swamped from a good day's work, and fell flat on the sofa. As I lay there, a random thought crossed my mind: Is it true that the sun stood still for a day? I didn't know why i would be thinking such things, but i did. Then i remembered that some time ago I was told that NASA made this discovery and proved that there was one missing day according to some calculations that they were doing. But busy me at that time just took it for word and never bothered checking it out to see if it were true. Then another question crossed my mind: If it were true that the sun stood still for a day for Joshua in the Bible, surely, the world at that time would have seen it and experienced it as well. Then surely those people would have recorded it down somewhere too coz let's face it, the sun stood still for a day? That's an amazing event! And if the sun stood still in one part of the earth, surely another part of the earth would have been night for a day! Ironic. Night for a day :P Anyway, if it were to happen now in our time, I think Facebook, Twitter, YM and MSN would explode!<br />
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The more I thought about it, the more curious I became and wondered why i never bothered checking out on such things when it has been staring me right in the face for so many years now. Suddenly my mom asked me: What are you doing? That sort of broke my thoughts and I realized that I had been lying on the sofa, flat on my tummy for about 10 minutes now. I just came back from work, my bag was lying on the floor, my water bottle was on the coffee table, I hadn't bothered to wash it yet. I shrugged, said a quick 'nothing!' and went to my room.<br />
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Determined to satisfy my curiosity once and for all, I Google-ed "sun stood still" and got about 2,420,000 hits. I scanned for NASA and found "truth or fiction - NASA and the missing day". Well, the truth is,the guy (Harold Hill) who claimed that NASA found computer generated evidence about the missing day IS a real person and claimed to be a consultant for NASA. But apart from Harold Hill, there is no other known source that backs the NASA story. In fact, NASA even denied that Harold Hill was one of their consultants! I was quite disappointed.<br />
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Going back to Google Search, I clicked on another site. If the sun did stood still, surely others would have seen and wrote about it? My questions were answered. The next site (<a href="http://www.s8int.com/page35.html">http://www.s8int.com/page35.html</a>) revealed that many people wrote about this long day or night! The Chinese, the Latins, the Egyptians, the Aztecs of Mexico, the Incas of Peru, the Indians, the Persians, the aborigines in America all had records or legends about a day that was extended or a time when the sun stood still or when the night did not end for a long time... So there was it, my questions were answered. The sun did stood still and the world saw it. Although science would say that it was the earth that stopped rotating due to a cosmic effect.<br />
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in 1950, a Dr Immanuel Velikovsky published a book called "Worlds in Collision" and produced records from all over the earth which agrees as to the time and as to the altered portions of daylight and dark in each area. He went on to explained that if a big enough comet were ever to near the earth, the encounter would slow down the earth's rotational speed, thus causing people at that time who thought the sun went around the earth to see as if the sun and moon had been halted. Dr Immanuel even went on to say that this cosmic event in Joshua's time was actually the second comet visit already. The first comet visit being during the time when the Isrealites wanted to free themselves from the Egyptians. And so resulting in the plagues and the parting of the sea! He basically used cosmic effects to explain many of the miracles in the Bible.<br />
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</h1>- JC -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13592292233039792195noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734910517878831878.post-39055072684107744252010-10-02T00:40:00.000-07:002010-10-02T00:40:08.522-07:00Not that illusive after all...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZf_4VXrihHva6fGvN4JRFSIlvoYxkKEHdEBcm7kXKWaE76FBiD8F_OJ-gMVDnpJ-C_6C2h5vDzt5_ktunBgJ7Ukci0Hk35mKFS4qlJstzTuPOYMyFKJi0TW2lD-HwdY6IvvILkHlIv5Y/s1600/faraway-close_logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZf_4VXrihHva6fGvN4JRFSIlvoYxkKEHdEBcm7kXKWaE76FBiD8F_OJ-gMVDnpJ-C_6C2h5vDzt5_ktunBgJ7Ukci0Hk35mKFS4qlJstzTuPOYMyFKJi0TW2lD-HwdY6IvvILkHlIv5Y/s1600/faraway-close_logo.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjANmFeRhYnqIPon5Myxhf8aM57FI3smdolumepeTOb_ZUbyYps80aV9mHgOes69nTTMZdiAOBA5WoaewAaGbjv9vtoqch_CxNWpWqrQPJtOW0XhLYlc3POLrO2uQw9dI3lErZ3kjG6kOI/s1600/cornerhouse_1_moi_450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjANmFeRhYnqIPon5Myxhf8aM57FI3smdolumepeTOb_ZUbyYps80aV9mHgOes69nTTMZdiAOBA5WoaewAaGbjv9vtoqch_CxNWpWqrQPJtOW0XhLYlc3POLrO2uQw9dI3lErZ3kjG6kOI/s1600/cornerhouse_1_moi_450.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Is the building facing inward or outward?</div>- JC -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13592292233039792195noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3734910517878831878.post-14563822463969322852010-09-28T08:52:00.000-07:002010-09-28T08:52:31.097-07:00The first stepI've been thinking about starting a blog for a while now, but somehow never gotten to doing it...I've always been waiting for the best time. But I guess the best time to start would be to just sit in front of the computer, sign up for an account and type away!<br />
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You see, the reason why it took me so long to actually get down to writing is because I always had this fear that there would be some crazy person out there trying to pry into my thoughts and might actually cause me more harm than good. But after 4 months out of University and getting a grabs of the working life, and leaving in a small town, in the comfort of my home, but far from my friends, I'm finding it a challenge to keep my mind occupied. My bro's just left for further studies, and the house is even quieter now... I just hope that he does well and comes back with lots goodies for me, or better still, buy me a ticket to UK too!<br />
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I've been watching lots of sitcoms lately, with Rules of Engagement topping the list as it's one of the regulars on Astro these days. Thankfully, now's the beginning of the series season, so maybe that'll keep me busy enough. If you don't see any post updates here anymore, then you'll know what I'm up to! Funny though, I never thought I would love Rules of Engagement so much. Looking at the 5 friends, each with funny habits of their own, sometimes they avoid each other, and take advantage of each other, but at the end of the day, they just can't keep themselves too far away from the rest, makes me wonder if I'll have that kind of relationship with my friends as well.<br />
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The recommendation of the day is to find new friends whilst I'm here, but let's face it, real friends aren't easy to come by. It took me 5 years and lots of grace from the Lord for me to find good friends in Uni, and now I'll have to do it all again? I'll try and make new friends, but I'd rather keep my old friends for as long as I can!- JC -http://www.blogger.com/profile/13592292233039792195noreply@blogger.com7