tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85920832011-08-02T02:18:57.462+08:00love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.comBlogger3181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-7174719681750966982009-06-27T23:29:00.002+08:002009-06-28T01:42:44.186+08:00

Decided to attempt to keep some sort of log with regards to the house/reno...Started hunting for a contractor proper sometime end May. By 2nd or 3rd wk of June, we got the quotations from 7 different contractors, plonked them on an excel sheet to study them, before making a decision. Here are the contractors we considered in order of quotations received...1) Rustics Interior Design - Huijuan (

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-76628891346834635862009-05-23T10:32:00.002+08:002009-05-25T23:25:42.431+08:00

It's been a while since my last post. Been in over my head with the tons of marking I had to complete. At some point of time during the no-day-no-night marking, I felt just about the same way I felt when I was climbing Mt KK. It's the "I'm so tired I wanna give up, I can't rem why in the world I'm here in the first place and I don't see how I'm going to make it out of the tunnel..."

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-5201096741004562952009-04-28T23:23:00.003+08:002009-04-29T00:32:10.548+08:00

Today was a hectic day and I'm really glad it's over. But thanks be to God for seeing me through this day. I could not have done it without Him, and am convinced that He was with me, giving me all that I needed, whether it was wisdom, quick-thinking, grace or timely and gracious help from those around me. For all that I am very thankful.SL, the CA of my bsf class, is away this week. Which means

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-68824736741040681972009-04-23T22:57:00.002+08:002009-04-23T23:09:57.773+08:00

...my stomach cramps were bad enough to wake me from my slumber at 3am this morning, so that I could clean up the mess before it hit my bedclothes. Damage was minimal and quickly dealt with. My only grouse was my disturbed sleep from the severe pain. Thank God for painkillers......I have an understanding HOD who kindly allowed me to go in late for work because of the bad cramps I had. The timing

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-11800630324483823792009-04-22T22:37:00.002+08:002009-04-22T22:44:34.422+08:00

Today, I give thanks that He got me through the day.Have been dreading the cluster of days from Monday till today, because I knew the forecast was long and exhausting. What with BSF after work on two consecutive days, a 3-hour course in Drama on Tuesdays, Oral duties after school today, CCA duties after Oral, and then CG today.... I was definitely not looking forward to this week. Boy am I glad

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-3097949619377001322009-04-20T22:41:00.003+08:002009-04-20T22:56:56.422+08:00

I know I have yet to share much about him in this space. So, it's about time I did =)I give thanks to God for him, whose love for me is manifested in the acts of service that he so willingly and self-sacrificially undertakes for my sake.For a few weeks, I had left my vacuum cleaner and a trolley in my car. I'd previously used these for cleaning up and for moving some stuff at my new house, and

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-43871032881720219552009-04-20T22:26:00.003+08:002009-04-20T22:41:02.263+08:00

In last week's BSF homework, the first question was:"What was the most important principle you learned from the lecture, and how did you apply it?"I thought about it and this is what I wrote:"Praising God for His past help gives hope for the future."God has been really good. I know He has. The trouble was, if you were to ask me for specific examples, I would have to admit that I really don't

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-8576197907438049002008-11-21T00:07:00.001+08:002008-11-21T00:08:41.651+08:00

Man....the rate at which my brain is deteriorating is scarily worrying....It is SO not funny.

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-70186041780502964552008-11-17T23:36:00.004+08:002008-11-18T00:01:37.691+08:00

Is it me or have you become less of the friend I thought you to be?Have I grown to be a sore spot in your eyes, or have you become more impatient with me?Have I become too sensitive, or have you become insensitive and less loving with your words?Why does it seem like you're now less interested in other people's lives but are only interested in telling others about yours?Why does it seem, even

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-61624197726037563462008-11-14T19:00:00.000+08:002008-11-17T23:34:14.580+08:00

I hate it when people jump queue.I hate it when it's partly because I'm too small to be seen.I hate that it's also because I LOOK small, that I get taken advantage of.And even more than all these, I hate myself for never having the courage to say something about it.

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-18110940065046820432008-11-12T11:28:00.003+08:002008-11-17T23:28:34.549+08:00

Wow...can't believe it's been more than half a year since I last posted. Those who used to read would not even know I'm back for a stint. Heh.Am stuck at home with two teeth outa my mouth and looking like a hamster or squirrel gathering nuts in its mouth for the winter. Superbly bored and raring to go out. Only thing stopping me is consideration for other people. They might get scared by my

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-45619573887646055082008-04-21T09:55:00.002+08:002008-04-21T10:06:48.908+08:00

...for the encouragement you gave me today through a non-christian colleague.It is a relief to know I am not a disgrace to you at my workplace and a motivation to know that You, who are unseen, work through the lives of Your children to minister to even those who do not know You. Thank You that when we strive to obey you, even though sometimes we fail, You still choose to use us. I pray You will

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-48100991473634323272008-03-03T23:18:00.007+08:002008-03-04T11:15:41.829+08:00

In an attempt to make some positive changes to an unmotivated and undisciplined class (also to add to the aesthetic value of a somewhat dingy classroom), I decided that I would have to do some work, since my class obviously refuses to. Getting them to do stuff sometimes feels like dragging a ton of bricks up a 45degree hill with your neck. Makes me feel strangulated indeed...So, to try and remind

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-21539471136450326362008-02-23T17:21:00.002+08:002008-02-23T17:46:09.920+08:00

Everyone has had their fair share of these moments I expect. Just that....some people probably get a bigger dose than others. Lately, I've been getting a huge dollop of embarrassing moments...Scenario 1 Yours Truly was holding a huge black ring file and a stack of papers in one hand, a visualiser (which costs a bomb I might add) in the other hand, and a whole other bunch of paraphernalia (read:

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-66731043970173360432008-01-18T11:42:00.000+08:002008-01-18T11:57:39.550+08:00

Some days ago, I was walking around Far East Plaza after a late dinner. Most of the shops had closed already, or was in the midst of doing so. One such shop had its shutters halfway down, such that the shopkeeper could only be seen from waist-down.This particular shopkeeper was obviously a lady, a very leggy one to be exact. Her very long and fair legs extended from a very, very short skirt. A

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-50632060150356382192008-01-18T09:47:00.000+08:002008-01-18T09:57:33.991+08:00

In the wee hours of this morning, my dad's arm acted up again. He woke only my brother up and they made their way to NUH A&E at about 2am, leaving us 2 women back at home. They only returned home after I had left for work, some 5 hours later. Apparently the fall a couple of days back had in fact injured or torn a ligament, such that an unfortunate move on my dad's part this morning resulted in a

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-61632767560292948292008-01-14T21:52:00.000+08:002008-01-14T22:53:14.415+08:00

My parents are getting old. Not that anyone else is getting younger. It's just that, for so long, my parents were...my parents. Healthy, strong, independent...and at some point of time, even formidable. People I've come to take for granted, to assume they'll always be there...healthy, well, and generally be there for as long as it takes for my brother and I to get married, have kids and watch

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-91901628259961324272008-01-09T12:26:00.000+08:002008-01-10T12:48:19.317+08:00

2007 was...difficult.I started the year on an emotional downward spiral. The start of the year also saw me at my lightest and thinnest, as with all the other times I was unhappy.2007 was also the one year both my close friends were far away, serving God in a different land. Perhaps I had gotten too reliant on them. Suddenly I found myself doing everything alone. Buying groceries, having dinner,

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-52271564819580601562008-01-02T18:39:00.000+08:002008-01-02T19:16:13.633+08:00

As I was showering yesterday (showering time = thinking time for j), I was mulling over how I was to approach my challenging class. I knew I needed much love, more than I could humanly give anyway, given the imperfect and fallen creature I am. I didn't want them to see me only as a disciplinarian, which is what I could very well become if I became to focused on trying to change their behaviour. I

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-49464640549948598642007-12-29T23:40:00.000+08:002007-12-30T00:58:50.696+08:00

The Thursday which has just flown past, was one which ended rather on a low note. It saw me bouncing happily to school, having enjoyed a long break from the tortures of work, then closed with a somewhat dismal me, deflated by news of the class I am to be mother to in the year to come (should I stay that long).In 2008, I am to be form teacher to a sec 3 class in which almost all the '

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-59102398014149635732007-12-08T01:18:00.000+08:002007-12-08T01:29:41.372+08:00

Christian Pick-up Lines...*heh*1. "nice bible."2. "is this pew taken?"3. "i just don't feel called to celibacy."4. "for you i would slay two Goliaths"5. "i would go through more than Job for you"6. "you are perfect, except with all the sin."7. "when Moses struck the rock, water flowed from it like a river. I promise I will never strike you."8. "you are so unblemished that i would sacrifice you."9

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-80577614399519247592007-11-26T00:59:00.000+08:002007-11-26T01:24:05.683+08:00

She was looking for Tabasco sauce. We went up and down the aisle it was supposed to be placed. Twice. Two pairs of eyes. And we're both the detailed sort you know. Nothing. We went another aisle to pick up wasabi, then C headed for the crowded counter to pay. I refused to give up. Since it would take some time before it was her turn, I decided to try looking one more time. I tell you, I scoured

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-16295551307191351522007-11-23T18:26:00.000+08:002007-11-23T18:40:17.703+08:00

Guess what? Today I heard something in Watson's which kinda made my head spin...but on some level, I also found it hilarious...*heh* (ok, but then I find a lot of things funny...)Ok, to get my point across, I need your imagination to be present yah? (I was going to say "Close your eyes and imagine..." but then I realised that if you did, you wouldn't be able to continue reading the rest of it...

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-38033976745054378462007-11-21T00:44:00.001+08:002007-11-21T00:50:08.389+08:00

This was found on the back of a package containing some microfibre cloth thingy... I just wanted to know what the cloth could be used for... I SOO do not feel enlightened after reading this...

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-84784900466810604392007-11-20T13:56:00.000+08:002007-11-20T14:01:48.663+08:00

Heard this over the radio today...“有时候孤单能是寂寞， 也可能是自由 。。。能安慰自己的人比较容易快乐。。。”

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-43317528612274945512007-11-11T16:30:00.000+08:002007-11-12T13:00:06.478+08:00

It's been a long time since I've had the leisure of spending alone-time at home on a sunday afternoon, and not have to think about rushing for this or that. I think I used to think more time to think and that kept my brains oiled. With age catching up and the busyness of life, there seems less time to consider...things. You know, like, planning ahead, evaluating your own actions, thinking about

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-7680791597673641362007-11-11T02:18:00.000+08:002007-11-11T02:20:41.154+08:00

"It's like sitting by the sea on a high cliff. There's a calm that's reassuring. A view that's breathtaking. And an affirmation that comes from heaven, where God watches over."

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-74069364288507130052007-11-05T00:26:00.001+08:002007-11-05T03:01:35.952+08:00

Sigh. I really should have posted this when my thoughts and feelings were most FRESH.Was channel surfing yesterday night and happened to settle on a movie. Had no idea what movie it was but some time into the movie I found out the title. Unfaithful. Was a most disturbing show.Basically, it's about a typical American family...husband, wife and child.... Wife meets a tall, dark stranger (who's

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-39793388133014933452007-11-04T23:38:00.001+08:002007-11-05T00:11:04.943+08:00

Today, for no good reason, I decided to compile a list of reasons why I like music...*heh*....because...It makes me happy =)When I'm down, it always manages to soothe my soul. Esp when I'm 'forced' to sing along. (e.g. during worship services etc)I love the way melody interweaves with harmony and blends with the accompaniment. (for songs that I can appreciate of course) It's so amazing how it all

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-13793070246851242412007-11-04T23:21:00.000+08:002007-11-04T23:32:53.986+08:00

Had a sudden urge to listen to 90.5FM today. Cos' it makes me think of you. Reminds me of the times you used to message me to tune in, whenever you heard a good song over 90.5. Which reminds me of a whole other host of things. Feels like so long ago...wonder where all that went....did I do something wrong or did I simply slip through the cracks of your busy life? Guess I'll never know.

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-51900124802466302072007-11-03T15:21:00.000+08:002007-11-03T16:10:00.955+08:00

I feel like an idiot.I'm physically tired right now but I'm simply unable to go to sleep for a much needed rest. This usually happens when I exercise too late at night. Can't make myself fall asleep cos my mind is too alert. Must be the adrenalin. But then, today seems exceptionally bad. As in I really really really cannot sleep! And yet, on my way back from ecp, I was falling asleep at the wheel

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-61590933766415502012007-10-30T00:09:00.000+08:002007-10-30T01:12:15.935+08:00

Such is the irony of life. Every time some thing hits me, whether it's something someone has said or it's something I happened to have seen, I always have the urge to blog it down because the feeling or revelation is something I want to remember and therefore need to have in writing, placed somewhere I cannot lose. But then every time I try to squeeze time out to blog about it, I sit in front of

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-61199477656115468832007-10-22T18:43:00.000+08:002007-10-22T18:44:52.689+08:00

My weighing machine DIED! Guess that says something about the one who has been stepping on it huh? =(

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-29622271026394037472007-10-13T08:45:00.000+08:002007-10-13T09:12:30.965+08:00

I was TOTALLY DISORIENTED when I woke up this morning! For the first time in a long while, I'm actually TOTALLY awake at 8am in the morning! Know why? *heh*Cos' I slept a grand total of 14 hours without knowing it at all! If I don't set my alarm the night before, the thing that usually wakes me in the morning is the warmth of the sun. (Actually, that kinda irritates me because I would REALLY

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-81331777582453095152007-10-03T11:07:00.000+08:002007-10-03T11:20:46.102+08:00

I guess I've always known, but perhaps it never quite made an actual impact till today. Not that anything major happened...was more like an observation, random thoughts and then...realisation.Realisation 1.Most men (that I know at least) look for women who will rely on them. Perhaps on some level, that is important to them. They look not just for companions but for a certain type of woman who

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-20726042220186668962007-10-02T16:27:00.000+08:002007-10-02T16:52:53.189+08:00

Prologue...abt 6 months before...H's phone starts to show signs of failure in weird ways...(like owner, like phone). Examples of defective behaviour? Only certain buttons working or particular buttons getting stuck, such that a simple phone conversation would sound like this...H: hello? J? I need your help...something's wrong with my phone!J: Like what? how? What happened?H: I can't talk long, it

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-35096294255324843412007-09-20T01:54:00.000+08:002007-09-20T01:55:44.927+08:00

I heard this on an advertisement today... "...看一个平凡的女人变成一个完美的女人..." 平凡和完美是对立的吗？一个平凡的人就不可能是完美的吗？难到在这虚荣心重的社会里，完美的定义和内涵是没有瓜葛的吗？ ‘完美’在以貌取人的年代里，已失去真正的意义。‘完美’也不再是完美的了。对我而言，平凡可以是一种幸福。

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-90814133386541297752007-09-19T14:15:00.000+08:002007-09-19T14:19:04.379+08:00

Is slimming via artificial means/help (i.e. weight-loss programmes at slimming centres) in fact shirking responsibility over control of your body? Is it not taking responsibility for the lifestyle choices that you make when you choose not to be self-controlled in your diet and lifestyle, and THEN getting someone else to fix it for you? (when I say fix it for you, I mean, artificial means like

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-24352532882367035282007-09-13T10:48:00.001+08:002007-09-13T16:46:04.967+08:00

Colleague G wasn't feeling well today. She had been puking since a couple of days back and the medication from the doc didn't seem to work. So she went around the staffroom in search of serng buay, in hope that the chinese remedy for nausea would do the job that its western counterpart failed to fulfil. She chances upon Colleague S, sitting prettily at her desk, her porcelain features encased in

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-2927954756281245272007-09-09T21:31:00.000+08:002007-09-09T22:29:39.960+08:00

Last night I learnt from my mom that I used to get these stomachaches...she always wondered if they were for real or whether I was just allergic to school...teeheehee...I find that so hilarious. It's a sign I tell you...A SIGN!According to her, this allergy to school didn't run in the family. My brother had no problems with school, even though he didn't do all that well when he was younger. And

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-10601563182195938342007-09-07T19:39:00.000+08:002007-09-07T21:17:11.845+08:00

I wish I could have taken a snapshot of the moment. It's a pity the snapshots that we know are only capable of capturing sight, not the sound nor feelings of that moment.It was very much a fleeting moment really. The drizzle had just moments ago progressed into a still harmless outpouring of the clouds, something short of a downpour. I was driving out of a multi-storey carpark, my car having its

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-10856649505458532232007-08-29T23:33:00.000+08:002007-08-30T00:12:39.322+08:00

One of the abilities I have, is that I can weep till the cows come home, and then when I stop, no traces would have been left behind...For the first time in my life (as far as I can remember), I lost control of myself. In the past, even during times of distress or fury, I've always had some measure of control. I can, for example, get so angry I shout at my errant students for misbehaviour or

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-28633714070202613772007-08-29T23:30:00.000+08:002007-08-29T23:33:10.175+08:00

One of the worst things a student can tell his/her teacher is that he/she has learnt nothing from him/her. Even if it was said in jest.It hit me hard when it came. And I didn't even realise how hard until hours later when I woke up from a deep sleep, that phrase suddenly rang in my head again, making me feel bad. I've taught this class for close to two years. That's a couple of hundred days and

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-73577925479016865542007-08-24T14:28:00.000+08:002007-08-24T14:57:07.643+08:00

TeacherCounsellorNurseXXXX-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I toyed with the idea of going into counselling because although I couldn't foresee teaching to be a lifelong career for now, I don't seem to dread it as much as I did before. Also, I do find joy in caring for people and in talking to them. Occasionally when, by the

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-1935643711610531022007-08-24T13:20:00.000+08:002007-08-24T14:28:11.157+08:00

TeacherCounsellorNurseXXXX-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------For longer than the past year, I struck out the first one (at least for the meanwhile) because I've been feeling so tired, so unappreciated, so unmotivated....generally just down when I think about work. When I think about work, its as if I see this formidable

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-80612284360077396282007-08-23T23:52:00.000+08:002007-08-24T00:19:27.497+08:00

Did anyone notice the sky today??! The clouds were GORGEOUS!!! I had a whale of a time taking photo after photo everywhere I went...=)

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-16716570588875140322007-08-23T23:32:00.001+08:002007-08-23T23:52:11.363+08:00

I went late-night grocery shopping today... was quite a nice and peaceful feeling walking through the empty aisles looking at the offer items. *heh* I've always had that auntie-ness in me, but I DON'T CARE. I LIKE grocery shopping ok. Bought lotsa snacks and biscuits to tide me through the stress at school..and hunger of course. Heh.Anyways...I came across this while shopping......and I

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I can imagine a lot of people wanting to pounce on my bruise and rub it furiously (and gleefully)...*shudder*

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Been getting food from friends lately...mm....so nice of them to share the good stuff with meeee...heeheehee..This one comes all the way from HK!! Krispy Kreme...so pretty!! Had it for recess on Monday...Thanks to C, I finally got to TASTE my non-flaky egg tarts!! Samore got 3 leh...ate one today...2 more to go! Non-flaky is definitely the way to go! Flaky is BAD. Bleah.

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Thanks to my clumsiness...whammed my fleshy thigh right into the corner of the armrest of a pew at True Way Pres, during the Missions Conference. Was so painful I think I was stunned for a while before I collapsed backwards onto the pew. 'A' could only gape in amazement. Afterwards I had to hobble for a while and for the next couple of days, there emerged a mini mound which gave mini vibrations

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Look what I got!!....Cooooool....Thanks LY! =)

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He replied!! He replied!!! FINALLY....My colleague who MIA-ed finally replied!! Thank God! But it took notes of concern from some of us at work, plus 40 notes from EVERYONE in my class to get a response outa him. Dropped by his house on Friday after a draining day at school. Wanted to leave the envelope of goodies in his mailbox but the mailbox was 'locked'...so had to go up to his house...

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-5837574098621828952007-08-19T23:31:00.001+08:002007-08-20T00:03:50.937+08:00

THIS is why spongebob got stuck in my Imac!!! Stoopid stoopid.... what IS that thing???

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Once had a heart-to-heart talk with a good friend. She shared with me some of her fears and I totally understood. Really I did. Cos I've gone through that myself. Being with someone but always feeling bad or guilty because you feel you're not giving as much as the other party is, or that you're not giving as much as you know you can. Possibly cos deep down, you know that you probably don't love

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These days, it feels as if everyone (ok u know that's just a manner of speech right? I dun literally mean EVERYONE)....as I was saying *ahem*...it feels as if everyone around me at work seems to be having some problems. That kinda causes some rush in me, you know? Feel this intense need to help and to make things better if possible. But I've also been wondering why all these seem to be happening

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-77631070841530649392007-08-16T23:38:00.000+08:002007-08-17T00:38:14.419+08:00

How you know your suspicions of old-age are spot-on....When in your spare moments, you're browsing in a music store, looking at everything, but end up buying these...Suddenly...I feel a panic attack coming...and THEN, indignation....SO WHAT!! I HAPPEN to like them ok!! The first one's soothing in an old school way...(reminds me of my piano-playing days...) and the second one has got GREAT vocals

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Today, I found myself talking to myself a lot...parked my car at the free parking lot just next to JP and went to get my late dinner. The carpark was full when I went for dinner, but when I got back to it, my car was sitting in the middle of the entire carpark like a lone island!! All the remaining cars just happened to be along the perimeter of the carpark. Geez...that was a really weird sight.

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These ones GOOD!These ones BAD!!Can see the difference or not??!Flaky pastry is bad bad bad...tastes yucky, is messy, and fattening...Portugeuse egg tarts also use more egg yolk (more cholesterol) and is so rich you'll feel 'jelak' if you ate too many...(in fact any more than one is enough to make me feel sick)I WANT MY EGG TART!!! hmm....donut...

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Looks like I'm just not meant to have my tart and eat it too...Twice I went to this place in search of my non-flaky-pastry egg tart. Twice I returned home without it...(but with other 收获 lah...heh). So sad.But then, last Saturday, I went bedok with G and saw the kind of egg tart I like! So I bought one and happily made my way home with it and 2 other cheesecake tarts for my family. Wanted to eat

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Last week, I happened to visit this in one particular shopping mall...And then, I couldn't help but notice the bright red sign next to it... let me enlarge it for you...Don't get me wrong, I'm in NO WAY making fun of the handicapped, nothing like that at all. It's just that when I saw the above, I couldn't help but be reminded of the phrase "push the panic button". And suddenly this just kinda...

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It happened again. Sigh. Went for a jog on Wed and after 10min when I slowed down to turn back home, a wave of cold sweat slowly engulfed me. An all-too-familiar feeling. Arrrgh. Hate when that happens. Everything grows dark and patchy, sounds get distorted and it becomes difficult to breathe. Even then, as usual I 死爱面子, refused to show any of the passerbys that I wasn't exactly feeling peachy.

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-2277784537441077852007-08-10T00:06:00.000+08:002007-08-10T02:30:51.781+08:00

幸福是停止追逐你所认定能带给你幸福的人或物。Does it make sense?幸福是种状态， 不单是个短暂的感觉。它不是喜悦，而是满足。幸福是个过程，也是过程的成果。它是学会知足， 而不是拼命的追逐。幸福是不受情况所控制，更不受任何人主宰。它不受周围的影响，也经得起时间的考验。真实的幸福是永久的，也唯有上帝能赐。-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------你呢？你对幸福的定义又是什么？

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One of my 'spoils' for the day last Saturday was chancing upon a photography exhibition at AMK central. The exhibits probably weren't world-class or taken by those professionals (but then I wouldn't bet on that, so don't quote me), since viewing the exhibition was entirely free, and taking photographs of the photographs wasn't a crime! It was like, free-for-all man! Everyone's handphones came out

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I can't, for the life of me, remember what the other two things are that I wanted to post about last Saturday!! Sigh. Only remember one of them. Anyway...I'll just give it my best shot. Not sure if these were what I had in mind initially, but...whatever lah... =P2) I had a good time after the visit to the hair salon. Nice alone time with my sight and my thoughts. Wandered about AMK hub trying to

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-81266493607521502892007-08-08T20:02:00.000+08:002007-08-08T20:21:25.587+08:00

有时候不禁有种被世界遗忘的感觉。。。可我深信上帝无时无刻都与我同在。Today, the Lord reminded me of this verse...For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth,nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.Romans 8:38-39And I thank God that before I could

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Thank you for your prayers everyone! Mom saw the specialist this afternoon. The short of it is that after a battery of tests and consultations, the eye doctor doesn't think there's any major problem. The impact caused by the ball made the jelly-like substance in her eye to 'collapse', so that she sees a dark spot 'floating' around in her vision. Which, to me, is quite disturbing. Not sure if

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Did a number of things on Saturday. The earlier ones I've already mentioned in a previous post. Housework and tennis mainly. Had 3 other highlights in my day....1) At the hair salon...Went with Y to a new place to water my parched locks. I've nothing against the hairstylist, but I did think he and his staff could be a bit more....you know....particular about cleanliness and hygiene?? Don't get me

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...for my mum.She got whacked by a basketball in the right eye with quite a bit of force last Wed. You can't really see much of a bruise or anything from the outside but apparently a couple of days after the incident, she started seeing spots or something in her vision. She can't really describe it...something liquidy moving around or something...which, if you ask me, doesn't sound good at all!

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Have more to share about my day but am way too tired. Will do so next time I'm free. Had nice solo time today. Many thoughts. Hope I don't forget everything after tonight =PSUPER TIRED!!! Having a headache just trying to stay awake. Wanted to sleep at 8pm actually, but was afraid I'd wake up in the middle of the night having had my fill of rest. Also, I just had to finish cleaning up my room.

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Last Wednesday, on my way to a briefing, I made a quick pitstop at this place...These days, I've been having bouts of reminiscing. Reminiscing about childhood times and things/people/places characteristic of those times. I'm not all that fond of new stuff, you see, technology and everything modern. Though, to be frank, I do enjoy the comfort and convenience which all these bring. I first walked

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I'm beyond upset. Literally. As in I'm not even upset about the initial issue I was upset about anymore.It was a trivial matter actually. As with most things I usually get antsy and agitated about. I'm learning to stop being apologetic about even getting antsy about it because I've come to the conclusion that that's just the way I am, and as long as I don't sin when I'm in this state, I don't

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Came across this while I was reading entries in my archive. Just thought I'd take it again, just for the fun of it, to see if there's any change. Ha...it's probably far from the truth since we've no idea how this even links to the questions in the quiz! But oh well, I just had to take a break after my last lesson of the day...=)(btw, it's kinda different from my previous quiz results from 2 years

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Gee... there are so many little things that jumped out at me in each lesson that I don't even know where to begin...a little warning though, I might sound incoherent and the points may not necessarily link in a logical way...yeah yeah, I've always been a little illogical...=PIn Lesson 1 of Philippians, which is an overview of the book, one thing struck me. Paul's visit to Philippi was very much

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-28351818592022487652007-07-30T12:14:00.000+08:002007-07-30T12:16:12.726+08:00

One of my colleagues commented this morning..."Wah lau! First there was no water (there was one day last week there was no water in school/staffroom), then the aircon stops working, and now there's a wild monkey running around the school???!"I couldn't help but chuckle...you know what all these means? We're evolving back to prehistoric times!!! Hahaaahaa...Boy am I tired.But seriously, it is

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Our study on Philippians for the past 5 weeks (and more, considering the leaders started doing the study even earlier) has been inspiring as well as tiring. I won't deny it, studying God's Word is time-consuming. Particularly when you are a leader in BSF and have to dedicate one more day of the week to BSF (that's two days a week!) on top of homework. It has been a struggle, especially with work

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-30042247313491357362007-07-29T20:13:00.000+08:002007-07-29T20:14:55.992+08:00

...I can go to sleep (because I'm so darn tired) and wake up feeling even MORE tired!!!?Ohh..my aching body...it seems to have gotten worse during the past few rainy days...*GASP* does this mean I have rheumatism???! Crap.

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-24884123772528012762007-07-26T20:27:00.000+08:002007-07-26T20:29:29.895+08:00

Yesterday's musing stemmed from something I often hear christians say when asked about the prerequisites to finding a life partner. One of the top priorities (whether we really mean it or say it because it's the right thing to say is another issue altogether) christians mention is "Oh, my life partner must be a christian...". Which brings me to another thought...What's a christian? The answer is

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Two days ago, I was listening to Michael Buble's Call Me Irresponsible. And as I was listening to the words, I realised that almost all, if not all, of the songs were about love. And in particular, it seemed that one of the themes that stuck out about love, was about control or possession. On one hand, this might sound negative. Afterall, how many countless examples of control freaks have we

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-25662502872177933102007-07-25T19:45:00.000+08:002007-07-25T19:49:13.325+08:00

WHY IZIT SO COLD???!!!?

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You Are 45% Left Brained, 55% Right BrainedThe left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.Daring and intuitive

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...and I'm not talking abt the Cambodia/Thailand/Vietnam t-shirts...Sometimes I marvel, at how 2 people of the same age, same gender, same nationality...can have such different lives...and sometimes...maybe many times, I wish I had her life.But then I remind myself, that it's our destiny that matters. After all, that's for eternity. There are only two destinies for all, and both are as different

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-16771383509595684192007-07-05T21:07:00.000+08:002007-07-05T21:53:07.555+08:00

PolyclinicsHaven't been to a polyclinic since I was like..10?? That was when I moved from my first home to my second. Both in the west. Before I was 10, whenever I was sick, my parents would bring me to the polyclinic in Clementi, the one that's now the Big Bookshop I think. I remember the smell in the polyclinic. The same one I smelt today at the polyclinic in CCK. I also remember the looong,

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Uhoh...sneezing non-stop...sore throat...not good signs...=(

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...I had to wear specs to a wedding dinner...eye infection...AGAIN. sigh. wonder if it has anything to do with the recall of Complete Multipurpose Contact Lense Solution. Bleah.Look 'TOOT' or not?My good friend of more than 10 years!!! Can you believe it?? Time really flies...

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-79949352888441299892007-05-31T10:54:00.000+08:002007-05-31T11:05:22.205+08:00

Never stick your nose where you are not wanted.

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Last year I replaced all the windows in my house with those expensive,double-pane energy-efficient kind. Yesterday, I got a call from the contractor who installed them. He was complaining that the windows had been installed a whole year ago and I had not paid for them yet. Hellloooo? Now just because I'm blonde doesn't mean that I am automatically stupid. So I told him just exactly what his

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-87891111695911219302007-05-23T21:17:00.001+08:002007-05-24T01:28:03.540+08:00

Today one of the random thoughts I had was about the human body. Those who have studied the human body, even to a minimal extent would know, and be amazed at how our bodies have been so intricately designed. Only God could come up with a 'system' that works so ... flawlessly.Not even sure why I suddenly thought about this. Maybe it's got to do with having some form of deficiency in the blood, and

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-21106950779878184302007-05-23T00:44:00.001+08:002007-05-23T00:46:18.499+08:00

...but I found this really sweet and couldn't resist taking snapping a shot from behind...

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jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-81928698068031053602007-05-22T23:53:00.000+08:002007-05-23T00:09:07.584+08:00

Had a serious talk with my class last week. Some might say I scolded them. But honestly, I didn't raise my voice at them, but I think they could tell I was upset/disappointed with them. With what, I shall not say. There's no need. But I do know they've been trying to do better. Here's what I received from them a couple of days after the episode.And then this HUGE vanguard sheet came another

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-41319395270131268472007-05-22T00:01:00.000+08:002007-05-22T00:27:39.554+08:00

God is so good. I'm so thankful for the many mercies He showers on our way, especially when the corners are tight.These past few weeks have been crazy. I've been so stressed, but I didn't quite realise how much pressure I was putting on myself until I exploded on sat. I've been procrastinating in much of my work because there's just so much to do I don't know where to start. Thinking about it

jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07991428283878820951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8592083.post-83209700655414710482007-05-20T00:28:00.000+08:002007-05-21T16:04:42.952+08:00

See any difference between this........and this?That's right! I only have 3(?), 2(?) knuckles??! Heh.It's worse today. I officially have manly hands now.Don't ask.

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I need a regular jogging/swimming partner! A disciplined one, at least, more disciplined than me. So far, my 'agreement' with people have not stood for very long. It cannot be me pushing others all the time. Need a fixed day, a regular affair....and people/a person to push me beyond my present 'standard'. Feel stagnant, no...feel like I've deteriorated! Arrgh. Would love to join a marathon (I

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I'm done with my marking!! =)That's half the battle done, but still, I'm grateful =) Praise God!Now I have to complete the keying in of marks, attendance and remarks for the kids' report books by tomorrow. And then start on my backlog of marking. Deadline was due a long time ago. Hope I don't get chased by my boss...A special thanks to an old friend (not the one mentioned in a previous post) for

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Endangered...soon to be extinct if we aren't careful...This topic has come up time and time again. But it never quite hit me until recently. Commitment is a word which carries little weight these days. To the younger ones, it may even mean nothing to them. But it means a lot to me, because it is a promise that goes beyond circumstances, the unexpected, and the present. Perhaps it is also because

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Fundraising organised by OM. Anybody interested? It's on the 26th of this month. That's next Saturday, not the coming one. Dunno the details yet, but would like to try. Will call for details soon. Lemme know if any of you guys (and I don't literally mean guys only, you know that right?) are interested ok?Read about it here.

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An old friend caught up with me yesterday. I can't even remember when was the last time we had our last contact. But I do remember two distinct occasions in the past. That must have been more than a decade ago. The first time this friend visited was when I was in primary school. I remember I had a bout of illness which eventually landed me in hospital for a week or so. I can't remember what the

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AARRGHH!! Lesson observation in 25 min!! AARRRGGH!! *panic panic panic* Why MUST the VP AND HOD come in???------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The aircon is down AGAIN... can't....breeaathee...or maybe it's cos i'm panicking...

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...that pessimism is a form of self-protection? Expecting the worst and not hoping for too much makes it less painful when the worst happens. After all, the higher the hopes, the harder the fall. Right?

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Well they're not actually my form class. Just one of my English classes. They're one of the most dodo amongst my classes lah. Sometimes I dunno whether to laugh or cry.Today, out of the goodness of my heart(of course, I am also paid to teach them...), I taught them a vocab word - SPARSE. It appeared in one of their comprehension passages, so I asked them if they knew what it meant. As expected,

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