tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61860731139277830532024-03-14T01:11:26.514+08:00Writing Letters to God"Take comfort that, though you stand tall and alone, others may take shelter in the shadow you cast..."Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger198125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-71152216865936118212012-09-10T21:10:00.001+08:002012-09-10T21:15:28.067+08:00Live Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, <strong><span style="color: purple;">and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived</span></strong>. </div>
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear</span></strong>; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. <strong><span style="color: purple;">I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life</span></strong>, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. </div>
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For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to "<strong>glorify God and enjoy him forever</strong>". </div>
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May the Lord gives me the wisdom and strength to live a life worth living, live how life was meant to be lived.<br />
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Love this parting song very much. <br />
It would be nice to use this as the funeral song! :) <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-29896440517273919022012-07-30T15:02:00.000+08:002012-07-30T15:05:41.885+08:00The greatest trip of my life came because I did not get the things I wanted<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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But I also try to hold on to the girl who was young and stupid enough to believe in foolish adventures, the girl who was equal parts ready to fall in love with you and hurl a ball peen hammer into your front windshield. I had a strength I did not realize, but one I did not forget. When I am restless and defeated and scared again, I tell myself this: <b>that the greatest trip of my life came because I did not get the things I wanted</b>.</blockquote>
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<i><span style="font-size: small;">Read this inspiring account of Sarah Hepola on a road trip for 5 months across the country by herself <a href="http://www.salon.com/2012/07/24/every_woman_should_travel_alone/" target="_blank">here</a>.</span></i><br />
<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-84188262416601758502012-01-27T15:51:00.026+08:002012-01-28T15:22:21.886+08:00This Too Shall PassRead this short story today:<br /><blockquote>很久以前,有一个国王想找到一句话,它能让高兴的人听了难过,难过的人听了高兴。但他找了很长时间都没有找到。直到有一天夜里,他梦见智者对他说了一句话,正是自己想找的。<br />这句最神奇的话就是:<span style="font-weight: bold;">这一切都会过去的</span>!<br />不管是好的还是坏的,没有一件东西可以永恒不变。当你失败、痛苦的时候,你要告诉自己:这一切都会过去的!当你成功、得意忘形的时候,你也要知道:这一切都会过去的!好的人生,是一个过程,而不是一个状态;它是一个方向,而不是终点。</blockquote>But this is the exact truth that makes me feels so sad, and morbid.<br /><br />人生就如游园惊梦 - 不想继续醉生梦死,但又怕醒来时发现还是一场空。<br />抓得越紧,伤得越痛。 <br />Let go, let God; this is going to be a lifelong lesson for me.<br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5261/5607259633_3774497304_z.jpg" alt="" border="0" /><br />但愿我终可领悟到“<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">行到水穷处,坐看云起时</span>”的意境。。。<br /><br/>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-44225724788696845762011-03-17T01:23:00.010+08:002011-03-17T10:26:15.388+08:00"Human Disaster" vs "Natural Disaster"<div style="text-align: justify;">Today, when I was driving home amidst the heavy traffic, suddenly I am flooded with string of (strange) thoughts.<br /><blockquote>"I ought to be grateful; because it's only the traffic jam that I have to deal with, and not any form of natural disaster."</blockquote>Indeed, I'm always very thankful that our boleh-land is free from earthquake zone, Tsunami high risk area, and many other major natural disasters.<br />Truly, God will not give you what you cannot handle...<br /><br />But coming from another perspective, it reminded me of the choice of King David. At <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20sam%2024:1-17&version=NIV">2 Samuel 24</a>, God asked King David to choose from the 3 options of punishment to carry out against his sin - 3 years of famine, 3 months of fleeing from enemies & 3 days of plague.<br />And David made a very daring choice. He said he would rather falls into the hands of the Lord, for His mercy is great, than to fall into human hands.<br /><br />So, my question is, would you rather have long suffering under social injustice, lousy government <span style="font-size:85%;">(and to endure the disgrace your prime minister's wife brought to your countrymen)</span>, and probably you may die suddenly under collapsed building / bridge due to corruption, victimized by brutal crime; OR to face the challenge of natural disaster?<br /><br />"Human disaster" vs "natural disaster", which is worse?<br /><br />I'm ambivalent.<br /><br />Yes, the force of nature can be very cruel at times; but the wickedness and the depravity of mankind, chill my heart even more.<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-19051885643753440592011-02-20T23:54:00.008+08:002011-02-21T00:18:01.417+08:00Up On The Roof<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">UP ON THE ROOF </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">by Peter Cincotti </span><br /><br />When this old world starts a getting me down<br />And people are just too much for me to face<br />I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs<br />And all my cares just drift right into space<br /><br />On the roof, it's peaceful as can be<br />And there the world below can't bother me<br /><br />When I come home feeling tired and beat<br />I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet<br />I'll get away from the hustling crowd<br />And all the rat-race noise down in the street<br /><br />On the roof, the only place I know<br />Where you just have to wish to make it so<br /><br />At night the stars put on a show for free<br />Darling, you can share it all with me<br /><br />Right smack dab in the middle of town<br />I found a paradise that's troubleproof<br />If this world starts getting you down<br />There's room enough for two<br />Up on the roof<br />Up on the roof<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When I heard this song, the "ROOF" reminds me of God - peaceful, shielded us from the world, makes all our worries drift away, a safe haven where nothing can't bother me, a paradise that's troubleproof... Beautiful isn't it? =)<br /><br />Dear God, may my heart always have a room for you, because yours will always have a room for me. Thank you for loving me.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-46986906832811397672011-01-29T23:32:00.006+08:002011-01-30T00:47:45.434+08:00Life at the Cross Roads"All life concentrates on man at the cross roads."<br /><blockquote>In every action of life man is confronted with a choice; and he can never evade the choice, because he can never stand still. He must always take one way or the other.<br /><br />- William Barclay -</blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">Matt 7:13-14<br />“Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-83788703311027367172011-01-15T22:54:00.000+08:002011-01-15T22:55:52.897+08:00不能够再见的“再见”阿公。。。 不能够再见的“再见”。。。<br />I'm sorry =(Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-72597768645683258652011-01-13T23:17:00.002+08:002011-01-13T23:23:08.304+08:00Good when He gives, nor less when He deniesGood when He gives, supremely good;<br />Nor less when He denies:<br />Afflictions, from His sovereign hand, are blessings in disguise.<br /><br />~ Brother Lawrence ~Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-58661324218068634202010-11-15T00:25:00.005+08:002010-11-15T00:30:45.261+08:004This is the fourth year. You're dearly missed.<br />I wonder, how long more til my turn to go to the other side...<br />=)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-34000699464060156392010-10-14T23:38:00.011+08:002010-10-14T23:58:38.676+08:00Social DistortionWe're living in a distorted world today.<br /><br />We are so "connected" to the world thanks to the Internet & mobile phone network; but yet we're so disconnected with each other.<br />We seems to know so much about the happenings at a person's life, thanks to all the updates at facebook, twitter & probably bloggie too. But often it's just superficial, we never know what happened "deep within"...<br /><br />Tonight, when Mr Lian reminded us that we all are the being that needed relationship. I do agree, strongly in fact. But yet too often I dread about building relationships. I have my own "social distortion" to deal with.<br />Because I know the more I attached to a person, the more painful it will be when the person had to leave you - either to the next phase of life, or stay out of your life.<br /><br />I wish, I really wish that I will have the "mind of a traveler" when I have to leave this place - just say goodbye and never look back.<br /><br />In times like this, I only wanted to sing this out loud: "<span style="font-style: italic;">How far is heaven, Lord can you tell me?</span>"<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Heaven"</span><br /><br />Save me from this prison<br />Lord help me get away<br />Cause only you can save me now<br />From this misery<br />Cause I've been lost in my own place<br />And I'm getting' weary<br />How far is heaven<br />And I know I need to change<br />My ways of livin'<br />How far is heaven, Lord can you tell me<br /><br />Cause I've been locked up way too long<br />In this crazy world, how far is heaven<br />I just keep on prayin' Lord<br />Just keep on livin', how far is heaven<br />Lord can you tell me, how far is heaven<br />I just got to know how far, how far is heaven<br />Lord can you tell me<br /><br />Tu que estas en alto cielo,<br />Echame tu bendiciòn<br /><br />Cause I know there's a better place<br />Than this place I'm livin', how far is heaven<br />So I just got to show some faith<br />And just keep on giving, how far is heaven<br />Lord can you tell me, how far is heaven<br />I just wanna know how far, how far is heaven,<br />Lord can you tell me, how far is heaven,<br />'cause I just gotta know how far,<br />I just wanna know far</blockquote><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-10619872602239339722010-10-07T15:15:00.004+08:002010-10-07T15:31:15.095+08:00I see Thee not, I feel Thee not; but Thou art here<img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://dacephas.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/windowpres.jpg" alt="" border="0" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Distinguish between the fact of God's presence, and the emotion of the fact.<br />It is a happy thing when the soul seems desolate and deserted, if our faith can say, "I see Thee not. I feel Thee not, but Thou art certainly and graciously here, where I am as I am." Say it again and again: "thou art here: though the bush does not seem to burn with fire, it does burn.<br />I will take the shoes from off my feet, for the place on which I stand is holy ground.<br /></div><br /><center><span style="font-size:85%;">~ Author Unknown ~</span></center>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-52615027863995776812010-09-20T00:12:00.010+08:002010-09-20T00:37:09.123+08:00Every exit is an entry somewhereAlexander Graham Bell once said,<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;">"When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us."</blockquote></div>How true and wise =)<br /><br />I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. The hard times that we go through will build character, it makes us a stronger person.<br /><br />In good times, we learn to be thankful for the things can be.<br />In tough times, we learn to accept that there are things that cannot be.<br /><br />But when darkness strike you, do not bow your head in sadness; instead, keep your head up high, gaze into heaven - for that is where our broken heart has been sent to.<br /><br />Some people will look at me and said, only those who are weak in heart needed faith in God.<br /><br />But I said, only those who are strong in heart are willing to put their faith in something that they cannot see (now).<br /><br/>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-91216788983914710022010-09-16T00:11:00.003+08:002010-09-16T00:16:17.419+08:00Finding God in Nature<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.desicomments.com/dc/18/41857/418571.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.desicomments.com/dc/18/41857/418571.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness.<br />God is the friend of silence.<br />See how nature - trees, flowers, grass - grows in silence;<br />see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence...<br />We need silence to be able to touch souls.<br /><br />~ Mother Teresa ~<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-54509352360694019702010-08-19T20:05:00.004+08:002010-08-19T20:14:57.862+08:00Time to mourn, and then hopeSomething meaningful I read today...<br /><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">No one can teach you how to mourn. As with climbing a mountain, you can try to prepare, but it's impossible to know what will happen once you are on its steep slopes. Before my trip to Everest, I'd gone from my home in Manchester, England, to the Lake District to visit the Boningtons — Chris and his wife, Wendy. Chris and I walked with his dogs, and he listened with kind patience as I talked endlessly, repetitively, about Joe. Standing on the top of a hill, watching cloud shadows slide over the rolling green fells beneath us, Chris suddenly said to me, "I know you can't imagine it now, but one day you will fall in love again — and be happy."<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >- excerpt from Where the Mountain Casts Its Shadow</span><br /></div></blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-55598338431727573212010-08-11T23:57:00.012+08:002010-08-12T01:48:19.277+08:00A Ministry of Love<div style="text-align: justify;">While I was driving back home after work, I had a bit of time to be quiet and hear myself think. Two thoughts keep popping up my mind - "<span style="font-style: italic;">serenity</span>" and "<span style="font-style: italic;">gratitude</span>".<br /><br />I have a tough week, since Thursday night.<br />The passing of Jen Ruw hits me hard, not only grieving on the lost of a brother whom I always enjoyed his presence and never fail to cheer me up.<br />It was the memories that bring back memories…<br /><br />I thought I was strong enough.<br />Somehow, I did not cry when I got to know about this, I did not cry when I saw him lifeless in his own room, I did not cry when I went to see him in the mortuary.<br />But I could not hold on to it anymore during the Wake Service. I decided to let it go and let it out.<br />For a moment, I could not differentiate for whom I'm grieving for; it's really tough to go through the whole thing all over again. It's like the emotional dam that you have been fortified for the past 3.5 years suddenly collapse.<br />But I guess it’s good to let it all out, and to start anew with God.<br />Once again I’m at peace with God, once again I’m reminded about <span style="font-weight: bold;">what does life amounted to</span>.<br /><br />Reading Yow Looi’s sharing was indeed a great encouragement. I’m very grateful for such leader; he set a very fine and inspiring example for us to follow.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">1 Cor 13:1-3,8 "... If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing ... Love never fails."</span></span><br /><br />Everyone who wants to improve or be useful or effective in something, must go through hard training. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Being strong does not mean being great, but the ability to withstand</span>. But how do you train the heart to be strong? By going through trials of hurts and withstanding them.<br /><br />The ministry of God is a ministry of love, for anything short of love falls short of His will, and love can only comes from the heart. In my life & ministries, many times had God put me through the test and trials of all kinds that was painful. I suppose everyone goes though their fair share of hurts. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Sometimes we become fearful to put our hearts to it knowing the hurt it can come with</span>. But if I serve not with my heart, I always feels it falls short to pleasing God because one can serve just out of duty. Many people lose heart after hurt and we go on in life bitterly and our ministries become cold. How we need to look to God, and <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">when you get your perspectives right, you'll grow stronger instead</span>. And that's what the ministries need. That's how we ought to serve.<br /><br />The pass week has been one of the hardest days to pass. I feel like I've lost a son or a young brother. I asked God why it has to happen, not the first time, but this time it just seemed so much harder. The first time I went through the whole process of a love one dying, going through every step to the end, each process carries a great pain. But I suppose asking why is not the right question but <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">remaining faithful </span>is what we need to do so that in due time it will <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">fulfill His purpose</span>. I guess this is <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">how our heart matures</span>.<br /><br />In the Myanmar work too, we say goodbye very suddenly all the time as we do not know when they will be resettled in 3rd countries. And so, we need to keep restarting again and again... <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">with much love for each individual</span>.<br /><br />In Him,<br />Yow Looi<br /></div></blockquote><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">"<span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't cry that he's gone. Be happy that you had him.</span>" - I’m grateful that I have had them in my life.<br /><br />And, I need to start to care and love more.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-5542498396380746542010-08-09T22:10:00.002+08:002010-08-09T22:14:56.576+08:00With All I Am<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >This song keep playing in my head for the past 3 days...<br />Thanks for the inspiration =)</span><br /><br /><center><object width="400" height="3330"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PPnKg-sWNjo&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PPnKg-sWNjo&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"></embed></object></center><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Into Your hands<br />I commit again<br />With all I am, for You, Lord<br />You hold my world<br />In the palm of Your hand<br />And I am Yours forever<br /><br />Jesus I believe in You<br />Jesus I belong to You<br />You’re the reason that I live<br />The reason that I sing<br />With all I am<br /><br />I’ll walk with You<br />Wherever You go<br />Through tears and joy<br />I’ll trust in You<br />And I will live<br />In all of Your ways<br />And Your promises, forever<br /><br />I will worship<br />I will worship You<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-37958798590941041142010-08-06T01:44:00.013+08:002010-08-08T20:47:51.207+08:00Dear Jen RuwIt's a long night for many of us, and the heart is still heavy.<br />With the few weddings lining up in a row, who would have thought that there is a funeral ahead of them?<br />The memory started to play its trick, having the flashback keep playing in my mind.<br /><br />From the first day we welcome you at the midst of us with our clapping, to the help you offered when I was making Raymond's memorial book, to the days in Samuel, ... and the last glance of your lifeless body in your bedroom.<br /><br />I just want to let you know that I do love you as my (macho but) little brother; most important of all, I do know for sure that - <span style="font-weight: bold;">God loves you</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">, more than any one of us</span>, and you are in very good hand right now.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TFr9H00aPXI/AAAAAAAABFw/FTFEtxU8ihY/s1600/faces_in_camp_jen_ruw.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TFr9H00aPXI/AAAAAAAABFw/FTFEtxU8ihY/s320/faces_in_camp_jen_ruw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501988205665860978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">31st Oct 1990 - 5th Aug 2010<br /></span></div><br />I will miss you. I will miss your Garfield-like smiling face, your nonsense joke, your emo sharing, your laughter, our never-ending-whacking-each-other competition, our constant msn whipping emoticon fight; because that makes you YOU. =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TFr6nQ0AEDI/AAAAAAAABFo/UrWfSF_1Z5Q/s1600/DSC00822.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TFr6nQ0AEDI/AAAAAAAABFo/UrWfSF_1Z5Q/s320/DSC00822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501985447221399602" border="0" /></a>We will meet again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-51680215099646503922010-08-02T22:02:00.006+08:002010-08-02T22:14:48.745+08:00Be Yourself =)<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">"</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">All my life, I always wanted to be somebody. Now I see that I should have been more specific." </span><span>~ Jane Wagner</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></blockquote>Hehe! Don't we all sometimes fall into this mental trap...<br />Why do you have to be like others? <span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-do-you-have-to-be-like-others.html">LINK</a></span> =)<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://writingletterstogod.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-do-you-have-to-be-like-others.html"><br /></a></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-33906645820658122512010-07-29T01:21:00.007+08:002010-08-01T15:16:54.235+08:00Inconsolable?The feeling that's haunting me for quite a while, especially this few days...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TFBoJO5aXfI/AAAAAAAABFg/KPumTSfwtkQ/s1600/fog%26waves2-0804.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TFBoJO5aXfI/AAAAAAAABFg/KPumTSfwtkQ/s320/fog%26waves2-0804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499009652846386674" border="0" /></a><br />I hope, for a better tomorrow.<br />Remember Beck Weathers, don't give up.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"The worried look, the frown, the palpitations of the heart - come because you are upset, disappointed and worried. Maturing means you have begun to see that God is in control of this world. He is working out purposes that you do not always understand, but you accept it. <span style="font-weight: bold;">He will take you through the deep water, not drown you in it</span>." ~ J. I. Packer<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-36755594185339425112010-07-19T20:45:00.007+08:002010-07-19T20:55:52.682+08:00Happy Birthday, Sis!<span style="font-size:100%;">I shouldn't be so harsh to her on her birthday :(</span><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Happy Birthday</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">.</span><br />You're the bestest sister I could ever have.<br />I miss you too :)<br /></blockquote>Sorry ya, for being so angry on the phone call.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-72163815533019385702010-07-09T22:39:00.016+08:002010-07-10T02:05:43.074+08:00Code of Survival? Or the Life Fit for Living?<span>In the name of "survival of the fittest", we stiff-arm people with ambition or trample over them in pursuit of our goal. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">We don't set out to hurt people; sometimes we just do.</span><br />Of course, we get elbowed and ground into the dirt, too. Life can get rough, <span style="font-style: italic;">and it REALLY is rough</span>.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">At some point we will all know what it feels like to lose.</span> You have to learn to take it on the chin gracefully and figure out how to win the next time. That's the great lesson of sports.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But are those things you are fighting for, essential to one’s survival or happiness?</span><br /><br />When the whole survival-of-the-fittest thing goes haywire, it can<span style="font-weight: bold;"> damage the part of our soul that makes us care about other people</span>. When you don’t care, when you’re wrapped up in your own selfishness, man’s inhumanity to man becomes that much easier to ignore.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">There’s got to be more to life than just survival. </span>There’s got to be more to life than being better than everyone else. <span style="font-weight: bold;">We have to survive for SOMETHING.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And what is this SOMETHING to you, and to me?</span><br /><br />No matter how convoluted the motivations, <span style="font-weight: bold;">love’s impulses</span> often triumph over our more selfish instincts <span style="font-style: italic;">(maternal love served as a very good example here)</span>. Maybe <span style="font-weight: bold;">that’s the very thing that </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">makes life fit for living</span>.<br /><br />If life is a game of survival of the fittest<span style="font-style: italic;"> - then I am a loser, big time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But I rather be a loser than being inhumane.<br />Because I don't want to just survive; I want to live, in a life fit for living.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">Because we were meant to live for so much more...</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">- Excerpt from S. Dublanica, mostly. <span style="font-style: italic;">Italic </span>being mine.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-40378281243798808032010-07-02T00:41:00.003+08:002010-07-02T00:53:29.582+08:00Going Back To The BeginningBeing human has to do with being made to connect with others. I am not human as God intended if I'm simply an island by myself; I'm fully human when I'm in relationship. My identity is determined not just by who came before me; it's also whoever I connect with. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Life is beautiful because of others.</span><br />This is a good time to reflect on who you are too.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Gen 1:26-27</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-74390748528456328082010-07-01T00:53:00.004+08:002010-07-02T01:21:45.759+08:00Little Snapshots Of LifeWas reading the "Waiter Rant" before my bedtime yesternight, and I love what the writer wrote about snapshots of lives:<br /><blockquote>There was something magical in the power of words...<br />Maybe you'll never hunt another man through the jungle. Maybe you won't climb Mount Kilimanjaro or watch a bullfight in the afternoon - you don't have to. The world's big place. You can't do or be everything, nor should you. Life is bigger than any one man. But when you read about other people's lives, when you read their stories, you catch a glimpse of a world bigger than your own.<br /></blockquote>"<span style="font-weight: bold;">People say you have to travel to see the world. Sometimes I think that if you just stay in one place and keep your eyes open, you're going to see just about all that you can handle.</span>" ~ Auggie Wren, Smoke<br /><br />This, kinda reminds me of what Raymond once shared to me about adventure.<br />He said, "the greatest adventure is often here and now", and I still remember til this day =)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TCzMyS_KUII/AAAAAAAABFY/piNpm_p_BCE/s1600/fb_faces_in_camp_yeeling.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TCzMyS_KUII/AAAAAAAABFY/piNpm_p_BCE/s320/fb_faces_in_camp_yeeling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488987210320072834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">This is a picture Louis took for me during the recent camp<br />Actually, I don't look good in here...<br />But I do like this picture, because it's a snapshot of me - a snapshot of my life ;)<br /><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186073113927783053.post-28946445059110159532010-05-30T23:02:00.005+08:002010-08-11T22:28:35.794+08:00The greatest woman I've ever knownMy mom is the greatest woman I've ever known =)<br />Her love for us gives me hope; one so selfless, so sacrificial.<br />I’m utterly thankful for this best thing a daughter could ever get.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TAKC8iqLKuI/AAAAAAAABFQ/lPHeL968mOY/s1600/mom_%26_i_1.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eY6SoCmmVQg/TAKC8iqLKuI/AAAAAAAABFQ/lPHeL968mOY/s320/mom_%26_i_1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477084073443404514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I wish I could tell you about this one day…<br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0