Its a rainy morning. Grey clouds, cool breeze. Lazy Sunday.

There's something about Sundays that makes it special. Like, its so restful, that on this day, u can sleep and bum and rest the whole day, and you wont feel tired, you wont get the feeling that says, Argh! another day wasted.

Nope, Sunday is official. Spell it r.e.s.t

Which was exactly what i needed.

What a crazy week, what an awesome week too though. But I shall not go into details, hahaha

Anyway, since I am blogging, what's an entry without pictures! Introducing.................................................................................... MY KIDS! Tuition kids that is.





Hahaha, look at how MOTIVATED he is. That's right, i motivate him. Hahahaha



His name is called Desmond. Only Primary 1. ok Next!



Jun Da from China. He was game to take a photo with me. He is super respectful of me! Not like Desmond. Always greet me Lao Shi, and walk me out. Polite eh?



Just Look at that focus! * clap clap clap *

But he's not doing well! I don't understand. I just don't. Ah well, off to the next event! haha

Kelly Chin's BIRTHDAY!





And then, we set out on a perilous journey to Century Square! And contrary to not-as-popular-as-I-would-like belief. It is NOT Square, and NOT a century old.

Hahaha, no no no no * wags finger * dont you dare roll your eyes at me. Hahhahaha!!!

BUT GUESS WHAT!! Argh, the WORSE THING EVER happened when we reached the food court.

Curry Chicken was sold out.

Time stood still. Imagine my surroundings darkening. Not a sound. And an echo sounded out.

" Ah Di Ah, Curry Chicken Mai Wan le. "

Tsk Tsk.

And that was how Saturday had passed. Anyway I just got home from cell group and the message was about Barnabas.

Son of encourager. The message speaks of how we should Always encourage the people aorund us. Which is something I really believe in!

I remember just talking to my brother and telling him how sloppy he looked. I told him, you should sit up, have a good posture and look good! Because when you are outside, people look. Impressions count!

And he went, ahh.. It doesnt matter to me what people think.

Yeah, it shouldn't, and it doesn't! I replied him. But I told him this. It is NOT about what people think of you. When you dress up, when you excel in the things you set your heart upon, when you strive to be the best you can be. You inspire people to do the same. You inspire them to believe that they can be better.

Its not about our own inadequacy. It's about being a candle that brings that flicker of light. Salt that adds flavor to the earth.

I think this quote says it best.

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same."

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

Lovely.

So that ends my weekend. What a week eh?

Through the seven days though. Friday kinda stood out.

A perfect morning, a perfect afternoon.
It felt like a bubble amidst the craziness of this world.

A wacky new week ahead! Let me be, I pray. The manifestation of God's glory.

To me, I wont say I am too into music. I'm not too into photography. I'm not too into literature.

They are awesomely cool though... And I wished that I could tell people that I did know something about them. That I knew something about the theories or music, or how the light blends and make perfect angles. I wish I could discuss the how certain of authurs could bend and twist emotions.

I'm not Into these things, but I love them! I love the music, literature and photography because in them, I get to look at the world through the eyes of another. To get a whole new perspective!

When I listen to music, sure! I enjoy the melody, but more often then not, I notice the lyrics. When I look at pictures, I dont just think, hey , this looks cool, it looks clear and crisp.

I like the emotions photography brings, I like the stories behind it.
( eh Joo? haha )I like imagining, if I was there at that moment, what would I feel? What would i do?

And in that context. I Especially love books. What better way to live the life of another, through words.

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Here, let me show u what i mean. Get the message :D

You ask me if I love you
And I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly
Than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you
On what you say or do?
I'm only just beginning to see the real you

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

Romance and all its strategy
Leaves me battling with my pride
But through the insecurity
Some tenderness survives

I'm just another writer
Still trapped within my truth
A hesitant prize fighter
Still trapped within my youth

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

At times I'd like to break you
And drive you to your knees
At times I'd like to break through
And hold you endlessly

At times I understand you
And I know how hard you've tried
I've watched while love commands you
And I've watched love pass you by

At times I think we're drifters Still searching for a friend
A brother or a sister But then the passion flares again

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

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All these images are from http://www.pulitzer.org/. They were the winners for featured photography and breaking news phatography.

Wounded in an aerial bombing of Baghdad and seeking aid, Iraqi civilians raise their hands pleadingly toward advancing troops of the 3rd Infantry Division. (Photo by David Leeson)























After three weeks and 300-plus miles of speed-and-maneuver warfare, Master Gunnery Sgt. Frank Cordero savors the first letters from his wife, Melissa. "I held that first one for about five minutes...Just to smell it and hold it." (Photo by Cheryl Diaz Meyer)





















Squad leader and Staff Sgt. Lonnie Roberts stands at attention as troops from the 3rd Brigade Combat Team pay last respects to their fallen comrade, Pvt. Gregory Huxley, during a memorial for the 19-year-old in Baghdad. (Photo by David Leeson)






















Baghdad - The mother of Samah Hussein grieves over the body at a Baghdad morgue. The boy was among 12 people reportedly killed by a suicide car bombing outside the U.S. military's Camp Cuervo. (Photo by Samir Mizban, June 13, 2004.)























Fallujah - U.S. Marines pray over a fellow Marine killed while fighting insurgent strongholds. (Photo by Murad Sezer, April 8, 2004.)



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Love and sadness, peace and war, joy and agony. The laughter of play, and the turmoil of death. You've almost seen it all, through pictures, through song, through words.

There. You've been in and out of Love, you've seen a war, you've lived the life of a mother with a dying child.

What's your life I wonder. You who is reading this. I wanna know!

There is one more picture though. I saved this for last. It's named...

Treasure this Hope.

Such slick moves.

Haha, i lose!

and i'm out of this game.

Its been fun and complicating whilst it lasted.

But a rollercoaster's only fun that many times.

Oh, and i love my cell grp members, if only we could get to fellowship more.

Love and sacrifice, dreams and encouragement, fire and revival.
Upon your shoulders
upon your hearts
upon your spirit and soul
upon every part.

I know that sometimes when you fail tests, you got to retake them.

But I made that choice, I made that right one!

Why do i keep retaking it?

and why does it get harder each time?

I'm sick of it. Sick at how hard it gets. Why must doing the right thing always be this hard?

Geez. Whatever.

so a TON of things have been happening.

School started
Mel left for canada
Joo graduated
we merged with E110
SOTM is finished
BT is pregnent


tons of big event, tons of memories. A great big ending to somethings, a promising new start to another.

I guess I've not been blogging alot cause, i've had people around me to release my emotions and thoughts, and I didnt have any residue feelings or burdens in my heart to release online.

And yeah, not that there's alot of things bad/good that has happened, but there has been alot of ppl around for me to plough forward with.

I've gotten to know a few new friends recently, some totally new, some i've seen around. I'm excited to see where these new relationships bring me, spiritually, mentally, and well, friendshipwise!

I love knowing new people, entering a whole new world, a whole new perspective, a whole new outlook. For new friends in church, i love seeing how different people love a similar God...

And I like the inspiration these people bring. Evan, joshua, wendy, queenie and basically the E110ians. I esp love Evan. She's really one of the most giving persons i know, honest. I can really understand how joshua and queenie can be such giving people! They have an awesome example to follow...

Anyway, you know how ppl have various weaknesses right? These weeks, have really been a test and a challenge on my weakness. A tough test, that keeps recurring and recurring.

But like what Dave( if i'm not wrong ) said. Sometimes, you just got to Forcfully go the Distance. And when your flesh says I wanna give up. Let your spirit say Let's go on for just ONE MORE DAY.

One by one I'll get there... And what I give up, surely God will make up for it. And i really sincerely do believe that.

Today, I saw someone dear came to church... i saw a little bit of my prayers answered
today :-) To you who know who you are.

It's so tough, but let's go the distance. let's go through this together!