tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63069372012-02-16T17:12:21.775+08:00Maybe it is time to change....weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.comBlogger4321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-32856484790418598312011-12-31T08:11:00.023+08:002011-12-31T09:48:03.288+08:00

Wow, the last time I was here, was a year ago! Looks like this will be an 'annual' entry blog only. I hope it doesn't, but from the looks of it, it's going that way.OUR FAMILIES MET (officially for the first time)SHARON VISITEDFIRST CRUISE ON STAR CRUISETHE BEGINNING AND THE END OF THE MILKMENJOSH & JOAN'S PRE-WEDDING SHOOTMMU GROUP 4 REUNION (it's been 10 years)I HAD TO MOVE OUT (after 5 years)

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I still remember celebrating New Year's Day of 2010 like it was yesterday. Today is 1 day before the eve of 2011. Looking at my blog, kudos to me for having only 3 post for the whole year. So 'much' progress. It must have been all the updating on facebook and twitter that robbed my time from updating here.Since the emergence of facebook, tweeter and tumblr, we get updates about people's lives on

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Today mark's the first day of my church's collective U-Turn - 21 days fast and pray. All these years of prayer and reflection prior to Good Friday, I have this sudden urge this year to take it up a notch. This sense of urgency is wanting me to be a little more serious with this time, not that I wasn't taking it seriously before this. If God is really that great, and He lives in me, then my life

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My resolution is not working out:(I woke up yesterday to the sound of February! I haven't even had time to update any post in January. Not to mention, time to even reflect and think about 2009. I gotta do this soon before the whole Chinese New Year drama unfolds.Help me Lord....

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I know this is very late, but,Merry Christmas!andHappy New Year!I have been on an undeclared hiatus from blogging. The usual 'I didn't have time' is the main culprit. But then again, who does:P I did a look-up at my 2009 entries, and I was shocked to note that I have only blogged 11 times the entire year. That's less than once a month. I have yet to blog about my 2009. That will come soon. 2010's

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-13913430122910861562009-10-27T07:24:00.003+08:002009-10-27T07:31:27.468+08:00

After hearing last weekend's message by Pr Kenneth, I am inspired to live a disciplined life, not just spiritually, but also physically. A disciple is marked by a life of disciple.I managed to wake up early enough today, and decided to go for a much needed morning run. I was aiming for 2 rounds, but surprisingly, as I prayed and run, I found myself doing 3 rounds. It sure feels good! Not only am

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-39356993528503451552009-08-20T01:08:00.009+08:002009-08-20T01:25:20.835+08:00

Today was like any normal day, rushing to meet deadlines, weaving through traffic during rush-hour, thinking about what needs to be done in the office and at the meeting afterward, and then.....*bang*My 9-month old car has been knocked-up. Not too bad, but still needs workshop attention, leaving me car-less for at least a week.I remember staring blankly ahead at the on-coming traffic, while my

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Today, I pass the quarter-life marker, that's if we humans live till we're 100.I enjoy birthdays a lot, but since turning 25 last year, birthdays have become a rather sobering affair. Though I gladly await the tick of the clock to strike 12, and see sms and calls pour in (nowadays, your facebook wall gets plastered with birthday wishes), I cling on to the day not wanting it to end. Because, it

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When hardships stare me in the face, I realize once again, the frailty of my mortal nature. Flesh on bones, with a spirit trapped within. I scream from the inside, but unheard on the outside. The demure countenance masks the inner turmoil of the soul. Maybe Thoreau was right, regarding the state that I am living, a life of quiet desperation.While typing this, I managed to slip in a couple of

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Happy 21st birthday!! Now you're of legal age to go clubbing:P but, I'm not asking you to OK. Have a great year ahead. May He restore the years the locusts have eaten:) *hugz*Was having teh-tarik session with my autobot buddies. Meet Bumblebee and Sideswipe. Sideswipe's a wee bit shy...This is what a bunch of working adults do when life gets too tough...they talk to their robots and have a

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-91799326313606996902009-06-28T01:25:00.004+08:002009-06-28T02:25:02.573+08:00

It's been slightly more than a year since I stared work in a new company. 16th of June marks my first anniversary in Mead Johnson. It's been a great journey so far. So much to learn, with opportunities to do better. Great colleagues and managers.This sounds so cliched, but it was almost like yesterday, when I first stepped into that new environment. And so quickly, time has passed. I shudder at

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-32262997906924751522009-06-21T09:52:00.006+08:002009-06-22T07:28:02.816+08:00

Tomorrow will be exactly 1 month since I re-opened up my heart and laid it on the table of transparency. I was clumsy and fumbled for words, producing flowers from thin air like a magician, at the wrong time. But,this time, she said 'yes':) (it's not a proposal, but a journey to get there someday)Our commitment to give our best to make this work. Of the months of going through life, and working

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-76348063006378472772009-02-17T08:41:00.003+08:002009-02-17T08:52:48.462+08:00

To love, is like flying a kite.You wait on the wind, and at the right moment, you release your kite into the wind. The right amount of tension is needed to keep the kite flying. Too much tension, you drag the kite down, stunting its potential to soar high.Too slack, and the kite veers off, possibly crashing into the ground.Space is good too. It shows how high the kite can go.Lastly, you trust the

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Yesterday, I heard news that someone I knew passed away in the morning. They found him dead in his bed. Reasons of death was unsure, but he probably died in his sleep. Some theoretical causes could be due to chemical imbalance caused by stress.I hardly know him. All I know is his name and the organization he works for. I met him end of last year, over lunch. We chatted about life and work, the

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In all my childhood, I've had only a few recollection of flying a kite. I've owned a really beautiful cotton kite, but never had a chance to fly it. I don't know where it is now. My most vivid kite flying experience was with a 50 sen kite that I bought, made of plastic bag. Running the whole length of beach to set the kite on it's take-off only left me stuck half-body in the quicksand, and a

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-12446789204197377112009-01-01T11:36:00.021+08:002009-01-14T08:21:37.025+08:00

2008 has been a go-do-it year, without much space to stop and think. But before the final hours of the year passed, I managed to scribble some stuff down, and in no particular order, these are some of the events that has transpired in the last 365 days.SWITCHFOOT LIVE IN KUALA LUMPURThe first song I heard from them was 'Dare You To Move', and I was an immediate fan. They were barely big back then

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-73266034600342847162008-12-23T09:45:00.004+08:002008-12-23T09:50:22.261+08:00

I won 4 tickets to Bedtime Stories, a movie featuring Adam Sandler. This is the first time I won something off air, being the 2nd attempt to win anything from the radio stations. So happened the radio dj gave the instructions, while I was paying attention, and with 'what the heck' attitude, I sent a 50 cents sms. And I won me 4 tickets. Woohoo! Alrite, I'm not that enthusiastic about the movie.

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It's a WRY 8324. In Cantonese, it don't sound so good, easy die. But I guess I got to prove it wrong:) If it's time to go, it's time to go. Someone pointed out, 8 x 3 = 24. Wow!I received it 6 days after booking it. The experience felt like I was buying insurance. I went to see the sales person, and after a brief negotiation, she asked me to sign on the dotted line. That quick, and that was the

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-8101793953913784142008-11-07T01:29:00.003+08:002008-11-07T10:42:46.583+08:00

MX 986MAP 3803MAN 3063WJW 6292These were the numbers that have been faithful companions ever since the rubber met the road. I have had the privilege to handle so many numbers in just 8 years, but they were 'borrowed' or given to me. I count it a blessing. But the feeling is just different, when you actually can say that you own it. Today, is the first step of owning bigger toys to play with.Maybe

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-34339497310592026222008-10-25T11:14:00.003+08:002008-10-26T00:31:52.777+08:00

What if you were told you had only 3 months to live?What would you do? What would you say?What can you leave behind that will last for a long, long time?

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-63910481407333323332008-10-25T11:00:00.000+08:002008-10-25T11:13:11.259+08:00

Reason or Rhymeby Crimson EpiphanySo grant me the grace, to keep from screamingGive me a sign, let me know what you’re thinkingI guess that I, should’ve seen this all comingI guess it’s time, for you to see that my heart’s breakingThere’s no reason or rhyme, to keep me from tryingTo look at you out, of the corner of my eyeAnd I know it’s so wrong, these feelings belong Somewhere else, But I can’t

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-4415339490535105652008-10-24T01:00:00.004+08:002008-10-25T11:14:08.394+08:00

The feeling is surreal. It is indeed somewhere over the rainbow.But you won't find a pot of gold on the other side, not usually.

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-56006113675976678682008-10-03T05:56:00.003+08:002008-10-03T06:52:14.498+08:00

The song currently playing in my head is Switchfoot's Awakening, where the bridge resounds :I want to wake up kicking and screamingI want to know that my heart's still beatingIt's beating,I'm bleedingI want to wake up kicking and screamingI want to live like I know what I'm leavingI want to know that my heart's still beatingIt's beating... it's beating...I'm bleedingYup, it's 6.00am in Malaysia,

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The part that hurts the most, is when you know about it, but are powerless to do anything about it:(I hope you make the right choices. I hope you put your future ahead, take a long good look at it and see if what you're doing makes any sense. Try to imagine what you do today, having the power to destroy the future that you have. For just one moment of reckless pleasure. Please, do this for

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-63330922706076512092008-09-18T23:31:00.001+08:002008-09-19T00:26:36.710+08:00

I guess, you've not known love, until it makes you do something...crazy!

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-87538699402688773822008-09-14T00:23:00.002+08:002008-09-14T00:26:21.347+08:00

The seconds turn to minutes,The minutes turn to hours,The hours turn to days,The days turn to weeks,And life begins...

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*blink blink**bliiink bliiink,blink blink,blink blink blink, blink blink blink**bliiink blink bliiink bliiink,bliiink bliiink bliiink,blink blink bliiink*

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To the God who makes the cogs in the fabric of humanity turn its course, and the wheels of time, rotate around the puny humans that walk the earth...I need a firmer ground than this. I need a faith that knows no defeat. I need to know, if chance and time collide.....So different, yet similar. We are, after all, humans.

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-11306512472292767042008-09-03T23:27:00.002+08:002008-09-03T23:37:18.052+08:00

To see your dreams,The ones you've spent so much time building,All crumbling to the ground....

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I just turned 25, about 2 hours ago. I don't feel any different. It's the same feeling you get when you're aboard an airplane crossing different world time zones. You pass from one time zone to another, you don't feel any different. But all of a sudden, the country you're over is maybe 2 hours behind time from the country you were previously from. You don't feel the change, but it is there. 25

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-69368169740304771292008-08-03T19:46:00.013+08:002008-12-12T11:47:04.746+08:00

I think I should make this Island Get-away a yearly affair. This was so good! I couldn't ask for more, except maybe to see huge-ass turtles. But on the brighter side, I managed to see black-tip sharks and leopard sharks.I so needed this, to get away from work and civilization and plug myself back to nature. It's really beautiful. After looking at the vastness of the oceans and the magnitude of

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And till the Day comes, I'll still catch you your daily dose of sunrise and sunsets.

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I still thank God, I'm Malaysian!

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-4824826852810429682008-07-25T02:54:00.005+08:002008-07-25T03:17:22.293+08:00

In 11 hours from now, I'll be boarding an east-bound flight to the 'Land Below the Wind'. I've never been there before, and the excitement is keeping me up! I've been wanting to make a trip there, but fate has eluded me. But somehow,(in the words of the Alchemist)the universe has conspired together to help me achieve my dream. And in a few hours time, I will have visited all the states in

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-23614164602784455212008-07-20T19:35:00.003+08:002008-07-21T07:40:10.430+08:00

seven daysand i'm still standingi'm still aliveand life is indeed beautifuland that is the beauty of grace

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by AcceptanceOh no, this couldn't be more unexpectedAnd I can tell I've been moving in so slowDon't let it throw you off too farCause I'll be running right behind youCould this be out of line? (Could this be out of line?)To say you're the only one breaking me down like thisYou're the only one I would take a shot onKeep me hanging on so contagiouslyOohhh, when I'm around you I'm predictableCause I

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Our 2nd gig as Under Headlights. We played for One Life Revolution, at Dream Centre, DUMC on the 12th of July 2008. Thanks for your support!Unbreakable (Fireflight cover)Morph (own composition)Keeper (own composition)That's What You Get (Paramore cover)

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Lord,when all else fails,cover mewhen i lose my way,cover mewhen fear stares me in the eye,cover mewhen my sanity loses its grip,cover mewhen my hope is gone,cover mewhen my understanding reaches its limit,cover mewhen my strength wears thin,cover mewhen my vision is blurred with tears,cover mewhen my faith is depleted,cover mecover mecover mecover mei pray

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-91278923953750210142008-06-28T10:29:00.003+08:002008-06-28T10:36:43.554+08:00

As a nutritional rep, I advocate breast-feeding among the potential mothers to be:) I would like to put a picture up here to put further emphasis, but it might not be too suitable for under-aged viewers:p If you can't breast-feed, that's where I come in:)*drink your milk*The company I represent, is the one with the smart-looking lil' guy in a suit, with 4 fingers raised, showing more than 4 times

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-33583931244653999292008-06-28T10:25:00.001+08:002008-06-28T10:27:58.376+08:00

it's been 5 days, and...i miss you.

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Today is my LAST day at my present company.Next week, off to milk land:)*stretches to the sun*

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Mien!!....I'm having GAS now!! (GAS - Guitar Acquisition Syndrome)She's beautiful........Gimme some feedback....To buy, or not to buy.

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I thank God for this device.Not the white lil' sheep! The white cylindrical thingy, with the blue handle.It's some sort of roller, with a layers of mighty sticky tape on it. So, once the first layer of tape gets all clogged up with junk, just rip it off and discard it. Beneath, there is another layer of sticky tape. You can repeat this, till the sticky tape runs out. I don't know what its called,

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Chick in the basketyes, I'd like one please:)For the love of randomness, I hope you don't think I'm retarded.It's "no air" !! I win!*winkz*

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This is going to be a love post, but not the mushy type. Sorry to the romance addicts out there:pThere is a revolution taking place, a revolution of love; A time when people will rise and act in love, instead of the hate and anger steadily growing; A time when men and women will rise up to stop injustice, by acts of kindness and love. It is possible. Someday.Yesterday caught myself in a place

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-71317480037702911572008-05-28T00:38:00.002+08:002008-12-12T11:47:07.981+08:00

having Swensen's Giant Earthquke,...at 50% off,...on a Tuesday,...with a group of awesome friends,...and not having to pay for it!

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I have/had a band. Nope, not a rubber band. I'm the guitarist for Oneted. We're a 5-piece band and been around for almost a year and a half. We've done a few gigs and written some songs. We were hoping to do some recording by mid 2008. Early this year, our pretty lead singer decided to split. That kinda put Oneted on the line. It was either we all went our separate ways, or carry on without a

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-184127753431512732008-05-21T22:00:00.002+08:002008-05-24T08:21:00.149+08:00

Happyness is...Having a hot Mc Donald's Sausage McMuffin at 7am on Jalan Bukit BintangIt's funny how Jalan Bukit Bintang slowly comes alive from its slumber to be that bustling city street we all know.Just a thought, why do they call it a sausage, when it is actually a burger patty? And why do they call it a muffin, when it is actually a burger?

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I will be heading to Lumut in a couple of hours time. Where is Lumut? It's in Perak. For those wondering where is Perak, just google it up. Gonna be a day trip to the military camp hospital. 4 hours drive to and another 4 hours drive back.What I'm going to miss about this job is the traveling.During my past 1 year and 7 months in this company, I've been to Johor (Batu Pahat, Johor Bahru, Muar),

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God, I want to dream againTake me where I've never beenI want to go thereThis time I'm not scaredNow I am unbreakable, it's unmistakableNo one can touch meNothing can stop meMaybe I've stopped dreaming. Maybe I've stopped living.Going where the current takes me. My daily finishing lines are deadlines and expectations.Then, it's nothing. Void. Empty.Change is always happening. Constant change

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-57617432637444703162008-04-27T01:39:00.003+08:002008-04-27T01:58:53.427+08:00

"Death puts life into perspective"Yup, it does. Life is like a vapor. One moment you have it, and the next instant, you might not. Fragile. Volatile.People die everyday, big deal. But when it happens closer to home, that's a different story. Suddenly, it becomes your story. It used to be the loss of someone's parent, or someone's friend. The feeling is distant. Now, it's actually, my friend. It's

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Today, I heard the darnest thing in a long time (Other than JJ & Rudy's slot on Hitz.fm). I know we live in an 'instant' generation. Everything now is instant, or quick, fast, zippy, zap..etc,etc. From instant noodles, to 30-minutes photo-printing. But, instant cleavage? That's gotta be the wackiest thing I heard today. I overheard it on the radio while driving, and I literally laughed out loud.

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-28395867358882587322008-04-17T07:59:00.002+08:002008-04-17T08:04:23.041+08:00

"what do you really want?"That is something I find hard to answer. Maybe cause I'm afraid of what I really want. The mind has the capability to fool yourself, to twist facts and logic. Sometimes, I dare not say what I really want, because I know it takes a lot of work to get it. Nothing in life is easy.I wish I knew, what I really wanted. I wish I was courageous enough to say what I really want,

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-32320819099616021352008-04-13T18:23:00.003+08:002008-04-13T18:52:45.306+08:00

If I could, I would write you a horror novel where the main character is a person that has insomnia. He dreams he is sleeping, but he isn't. Wait, he shouldn't be dreaming, because, he can't sleep in the first place. Anyways, maybe he does sleep for short periods, but in those disturbed few minutes, he dreams he is sleeping a long, long time. No...how can that be....I don't think I can do horror.

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Not everything is ideal, though we wish it to be. So, we live and make the best of it. Though it may not be ideal, it can still be beautiful:)Sometimes, we just have to do it like how our parents did,The old-fashioned way...you're my dream, please come true..

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Note to self:Don't get ahead of yourself. Things may not be what it seems now, or maybe it really is what it seems:) Either way, watch out. Be on your guard. Time will uncover answers. But while time is still available, enjoy the moment. Fleeting moments. Smell the roses. It's all good.But remember, don't get ahead of yourself.

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Let's play a game. See if you can spot the similarities in these 3 situations:1) Colleagues farewell dinner2) Ex-uni mate's birthday dinner3) Church member's birthday dinnerYup, it's about food. And, the obvious, it's about dinner! But those are wrong answers. The real answer is, relationship/friendship. It so happens that all 3 falls on the same night. It's just one me vs 3 different locations

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Good Friday was good. But, religious duties and spiritual experiences aside, it was really, indeed Gud Friday!*long drive, teary eyes, chipsmore, raindrops, hot soup, cold weather, chilly wind, toilet break, short queue, standing among 'older' folks, waiting, waiting, cheering, bright lights, no videos please, people getting into the groove, big hair, getting high on singing, unfamiliar songs, a

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I don't really recall much about Good Fridays, as in, the personal happenings of this very day in years past. When I think hard enough, I remember bits and pieces of Easter events and Good Friday services. That's about it. So,what's so good about Friday? I am brought back to this question every year. As cliched as it sounds, it is indeed the basis for what I belief in today. It's a story of

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And it's crazy when love gets a hold of youAnd it's crazy things that love will make you doAnd it's crazy but it's trueYou really don't know love at all'Til it's making you doSomething crazyThis is the lyrics of one of my favorite songwriters of all time. And it is indeed true. When you are in love, you do lots of crazy things (like going for karaoke, when you swore to yourself you'd never sing

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-26655154894113938202008-03-11T00:35:00.002+08:002008-03-11T01:38:50.972+08:00

I've never been one to be very politically aware. I'm usually in the blur. I only know the few jargons that go around the politic circuit, and that's just about it. Tell me names of the notorious opposition leaders, I might have heard them. Name me some obscure political leaders, I'll go, "who that?"I am finally of age to vote, and so happens, an election comes my way. In a way, I am thankful for

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-28621227591977384382008-03-05T01:09:00.003+08:002008-03-05T01:17:33.974+08:00

It feels like a divorce, where I get to keep the kids (1,2,3,4 of them), the house, the cars, the pool, the sun-chairs by the pool, the pool table in the pool room, the dog, the china collection, the fridge, the 55" plasma tv, the harman/kardon Audio system, the whole works....and still feel empty...and virgin...hehe. I didn't go through a breakup, not in the past 572 days, I think. This is just

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WARNING! BLOG ENTRY CONTAINS ELEMENTS OF GORE AND VIOLENCE. VIEW AT OWN DISCRETION! This time, it has become personal!I try to be neutral, and peace-loving. But some *blip*-ing animal thought I was piss-loving and decided to pay my room a visit while I was outstation. And that *blip*-ing thing took a piss on my bed and pillow!It stoinks so bad! I almost put my face on that pillow. Just as my head

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I got my hands on my sister's Canon 400D DSLR and I've been toying with it ever since. I've been trying my hands out with photography. I don't know much, but it's been fun so far. Learning up the basics. I think I want to delve deeper into this art. It's gonna cost lots of money to get the accessories, but, my first target is to get a new set of lenses which will cost over more thank 1k. Anyways,

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This is probably the longest time I've been back in Melaka since I left her when I left for Cyberjaya. Actually, since I started working. As an MMU student, I've had the privilege of having a really long semester break, almost 2 months due to some timetable shifts. Since I started working more than a year ago, I've never been home more than 5 days. This time round, I got slightly more than a

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It's been like 5 years since I stepped foot into a dental clinic for personal purposes. My job requires me to visit lots of dental clinics to promote my product, but it's different when you're the one under the drill.After so many years, I felt it was time to go for my check-up. As I remember, I was there back in 2003. But after checking with the receptionist, she said I haven't been there since

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-32321120125601986012008-02-13T01:16:00.000+08:002008-02-13T01:55:10.045+08:00

I was planning to blog for some time, but time has eluded me so often. 2007 was a year of many things. I won't go into details, but it was a first for alot of things. Which I plan to elaborate in time. But for now, 2007 was a good year. A year of cut-offs and closings. Just in time to start 2008 fresh. 2008....I'm ready! (I know it's already February) Bring it on!

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Only one brick left. The last one standing, at where used to be a huge pile. 117 bricks to be exact. Time indeed, does fly. It's down to the last few hours before the last brick is no more. Packed bags and air plane tickets are not always a good thing. But farewells are life's way of telling us that the good times really did happen. For whatever it was, it was good.I bid you goodbye, and a safe

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Balancing spoons on your nose can be fun, and so is walking barefoot around the mall. I'll take a little time to try that out sometime, but I am 'unfortunate' enough not to be able to wear heels, not that I want to:p I'm getting used to letting you win the game of foosball, but from how you see it, you beat me fair and square, which I'm fine with that too. We'll let bowling determine that.

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I've stopped counting marbles, some time ago, when I realized it was too depressing. I've decided to count sand instead. With sand, you always have to re-count all over again because it's too difficult, almost impossible....and after awhile, you surrender to the fact of impossibility. Ignorance is after all, bliss.Time and chance happens to us all. It's a matter of what we do with what we have,

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I miss you, still.I wish you weren't so distant and cold.:(*wilt*

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As mentioned, it is a DiGi Prepaid Starter pack with the number :Mobile No. 016-3745190original price is rm8.50RM5(final price)ps: Digi, always the smarter choice!ooops!!! this was supposed to be on the other blog

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Sometimes I wonder what life is all about, especially when I can't seem to piece 2+2=4. And when life's questions go unanswered, the depression gets deeper. Then again, there are times when life is just plain good, I don't want it to stop. I want to live every second of it. It's a long sinusoidal graph. Up and down, then, up and down.Today I came across something that made me smile in my seat,

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This site has been my latest muse. Click it for daily updates on what's on sale. You never know what might come by next;)My first attempt at running a mini-business.

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Some regrets in life, no matter how much you try to bury it, will never be deep enough to be forgotten. It's like a ghost, coming back to haunt you every time you're down that alley. It doesn't fade enough to be unnoticeable. I think, we call them emotional scars, that time may not necessarily heal. Anatomically, some scars last a lifetime, acting as reminders of the disasters that has blundered

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-71048848253917990152007-10-26T21:35:00.000+08:002007-10-26T21:41:59.857+08:00

I've heard of *hugz*, *double hugz* and even *triple hugz*.I've even heard *mega hugz*.But today was the first time I heard *Optimus Prime Hugz*.What in the world?!To top it off, there is now *Megatron Hugz*. haha!

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From now on, I'll post up really funny stuff that I can find on YouTube.Found this on YouTube. Enjoy!

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Each day I go to work, I question what in the world am I doing here. After working for a year, I know what I don't want. Questions of wants and needs come into play. If I could quit right now, I would. But I got 6 months to go. And I am going to use this next 6 months to plan my escape.God, there's a reason for me to be here, then You gotta make me love my job....

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At the moment, it feels likeI'm diffusing a bomb in my storeroom

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To speak my mind is to risk betraying myself (or be called stupid at the dumb things I say)To step forward is to risk tripping (and stepping on dog crap)To go ahead is to risk getting lost (or maybe knocked down by a bicylce)To take that leap is to risk falling in the drain (yup, our Malaysian sewage drain)To shout out loud is to risk being hushed (or given the award for being extrovert of the

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On Monday, I had to make a trip down to Melaka for an important sales meeting. Went down just before lunch and before I went back in the evening, I made a stop at my house, more like my parent's house, since I don't really live there anymore. Hehe. Always can find uber good food at home:)My trips back home have always been good and refreshing. It's more than just the love and warmth I get from

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Almost another 'Ishmael' experience....So close....Harder to keep guard when you are weary...Its still the fight between self and Trust...

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Today, I almost made an 'Ishmael', just like almost every other day. Alrite, no funny ideas. I meant, I almost took something into my own hands instead, of waiting for divine timing. I'm always so close to taking this into my own hands. But I don't know how long I can keep this up. I'm weary of holding it all in. One day, it might just give way, and I'll slip. Then, it will all be screwed up.

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This is a MUST post. I held Optimus Prime (with Bone Crusher) in my hands....for a good 10 seconds....before it slipped right under my nose.I got a call from a friend, that 6 Optimus Prime Voyagers came in, and 5 were immediately grabbed up. There was only one left. And I thought, what luck. I asked him to keep it for me and pass it to me in church on Sunday. They packaged the Optimus Prime

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What I sow, is what I will reap...What I do today, will have its consequences tomorrow...Good...or bad...My call...Trust...when it seems so hard too...

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"You're such a poser!"thank you :)

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September already ended. I have to wake up. So quickly, October comes. Can't say I'm looking forward to October, though it's packed with good stuff ahead. It only means the time I have is getting less. With you. I'd do it all over again, and again, and again.But then again, there's always Jesus. And he makes all things beautiful in His time. I need trust...On a brighter note, this is fresh off

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The count has drastically dropped, all of a sudden.The speed limit is lower, but time, it moves faster.Reality vs. subjectivity.Who's to say?

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Just when I thoughtPerfect, I've foundI was wrongNow, I'm boundTight this bind will beIf I don't set myself freeFree, I long to be...

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I've been working for almost a year. To be exact, 9 days shy of a year. I have good news! After all these time, I managed to close my first sale ever. First major sale that is. I've sold a few small items, but that's about it.It's not my doing. Not my eloquence or closing technique. It's not me. I give credit to God for making it happen. If it was me, it would never have been this quick.I had

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This title has been changed for the umphteenth time because I can't seem to settle for the last few words: all things common, all things in common, all common things....yada yada.But this is no doubt a toast!To the smashing month that has passed, past, pass...mien! My English is badd!To the chill-outs, the in-car music, the out-car music, the music, the drives back and forth, the drives to

weeliemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073902841429914248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306937.post-42058270258633653782007-09-25T00:57:00.000+08:002007-09-25T01:07:10.167+08:00

Lord,The last time I did this my way, I messed it up so bad, that even my mama couldn't recognize me! Even my papa, family and friends couldn't recognize me too!It's coming my way again. And I could probably do it my way, again, and get into that 'unrecognizable' phase again. Or...I could do it Your way, and see how it goes.I guess it boils down to how much I trust You. And how much I'm willing

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As I type this, the clock is ticking.Time is running out.So much to do, so little time left.So near, yet so far.The irony of it all.Alanis' Ironic song comes to mind.This number is significant.As it gets smaller...The countdown begins.

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Last night, I found that my pet of 2 years died. He didn't just die. When I found him, I estimate that he has been dead for a week already. His shell was soft, that when I picked him up, it caved in. His limbs were limp and the worst were his eyes....what used to be eyes was just an empty, watery socket...So it's better to remember him in his glory days instead of what was left of him. About the

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I think that this is a test. To see if I really am trusting, if I have already learned from my mistakes.Everything was going well, and is still well, but I can't shake this premonition, if I can call it that.I've recovered, and it's time I change the title of this blog. I am still in the midst of thinking a new name up. Can't find a proper one to fit the occasion.But, just when I think I am all

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I just got back from my East-Coast trip. Nope, not a holiday. It's purely work-related. I had to cover the hospitals in those areas.I was supposed to have the whole week to cover, Kota Bharu, Kuala Terengganu, Kemaman and Kuantan. Some things came up last minute that forced me to forgo my Pahang trip. And from 5 days, it was cut down to 3 days.The madness went like this:Monday - 7 hours drive

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In a few minutes, I'll be taking a long drive all the way to Kelantan for work related purposes. Usually, my outstation trips are together with some of my colleagues. This time round, I decided to go alone, so that I can cover more areas on my own.Through the busy schedule of the previous week, I just realized, I don't know how to get there:pBad. Bad.See you in a few days time:)

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2am and I have been seeing a lot of each other lately. I guess this will be the trend of my late nights for now. I bid goodnight to 3am, only to find 8am screaming at me. Then I trudge in to meet 9am, a few minutes shy of being late, and the fury of my bosses. But still, I'd do it again everyday.I'm meeting 2am again today. Plus-minus a few of her brothers. That will make it a typical

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I came across an interesting sign in a hospital today. It goes something like this:How to stay awake?1. Sleep more2..........3..........I forgot the rest, but the 1st one left me stumped!Like, how 'duh' can it get. The solution is so simple:p

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Malaysia celebrates its 50th Independence day today. Looking back, I think we've come a really long way from where we started, but still short of our fullest potential as a country. I shall not go into details.A huge part of me has always, and will always be proud to be Malaysian. Then, there's this tiny part that would want to leave elsewhere, just to get a glimpse of how it could have been done

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