of a day that went by relatively quietly, with a lot of flashing done, and without a day where aunties come and preach about the lord in ways that i do not quite approve of to me.
His love and words transcends all and he is omnipresent. Why do people warp his words in such ways?
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Saturday, May 19, 2007
i wish..
that the people around me can find love and happiness.
love transcends all boundaries, time, space, distance.
love is given freely and without any expectations in return.
love is something that everyone can give and receive.
happiness is when you feel that you have accomplished something.
boundaries are meant to be expanded, not pushed
love transcends all boundaries, time, space, distance.
love is given freely and without any expectations in return.
love is something that everyone can give and receive.
happiness is when you feel that you have accomplished something.
boundaries are meant to be expanded, not pushed
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
opposites
i laugh to understand the deepness of sorrow
i smile to understand the pain of grief
i bleed to know that i am alive
do i?
smile and take care everyone... =)
i smile to understand the pain of grief
i bleed to know that i am alive
do i?
smile and take care everyone... =)
Saturday, May 12, 2007
HC SYF outing
only have one comment for them la...
hwachong ke ba ba!
ole ole ah ah~
hwachong ke ba ba!
ole ole ah ah~
shake it up! yeah!
shake it up! yeah!
shake it up! ehhhh ba!
so glad for them that their hard work paid off. ^^
hwachong ke ba ba!
ole ole ah ah~
hwachong ke ba ba!
ole ole ah ah~
shake it up! yeah!
shake it up! yeah!
shake it up! ehhhh ba!
so glad for them that their hard work paid off. ^^
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Monday, May 7, 2007
Sunday, May 6, 2007
determination
determination... its the will to want to complete something that you have started.
determination... to cut the chop up even when others tell you to just eat it whole..
lesson taught to me.
you are a fighter.
you are my son.
fight on.
determination... to cut the chop up even when others tell you to just eat it whole..
lesson taught to me.
you are a fighter.
you are my son.
fight on.
on behalf of qi cai...
qi cai likes mature ladies, especially those who wear the fragrance known as "euphoria"
good luck qi cai!
good luck qi cai!
Saturday, May 5, 2007
from char's blog... life lessons
The first day of school our Professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.
I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?'
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.
'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.
She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids.'
'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.
We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.
She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed, she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.'
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, 'We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and not do anything I will turn eighty eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.'
She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.
One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.
We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.
God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
And just for the sake of it, char went to google the lyrics for "The Rose".
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
And you it’s only seed
It’s the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It’s the one, who won’t be taken
Who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lives a seed, that with the sun’s love
In the spring becomes the rose
I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?'
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.
'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.
She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids.'
'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.
We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.
She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed, she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.'
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, 'We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and not do anything I will turn eighty eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.'
She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.
One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.
We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.
God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
And just for the sake of it, char went to google the lyrics for "The Rose".
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
And you it’s only seed
It’s the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It’s the one, who won’t be taken
Who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lives a seed, that with the sun’s love
In the spring becomes the rose
mirrors
is it just me?
reflected back into the eyes of onlookers.
circular in motion.
distanced..
ethereal..
reflected back into the eyes of onlookers.
circular in motion.
distanced..
ethereal..
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
sometimes...
when things are not in your control, don't try to force control over it.
control what you can control.
i wish i can do so much more.
sorry.
control what you can control.
i wish i can do so much more.
sorry.
Mayday Mugging!
this was what we had... from vivocity! yay! can queue there next time rather than cityhall. its smaller, but the queues are soooo much shorter! thx nick!
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
puppy along PIE
if anyone can do something, please save the puppy i saw along PIE, in the middle of the highway section, just opposite the bukit batok ave 3 exit.
was so tempted to just stop along the first lane, jump out and save the puppy but puppy walked away happily and i was too far away. =`(
later go back see. hope still there..
was so tempted to just stop along the first lane, jump out and save the puppy but puppy walked away happily and i was too far away. =`(
later go back see. hope still there..
jon schmidt
jon schmidt - all of me
ok.. i fell in love with this piece after yokes showed it to me.
going to practice this piece until i can play it la. haha
jon schmidt in concert. pro!
here's his website!
Jon Schmidt
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