The Three Wells

Boy, "Have you heard of the story of The Three Wells?"
Girl, "No, how does it go?"
Boy, "Well... well... well... "
Girl, " :| ......"
Boy, "The end."

Short and uh, sweet. This has become, undoubtedly, one of my favourite story of all time.

Sick Leave

Ever feel like you're running out of excuses for a sick leave? Not that you really needed to fake an illness ... well, in fact, you're honestly, positively, truly sick ... of working.

If so, read this ... and get inspired! :D

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Sick Leave

I urgently needed a few days off work, but I knew the Boss would not allow me to take a leave. I thought that maybe if I acted "CRAZY" then he would tell me to take a few days off. So, I hung upside down on the ceiling and made funny noises.

My co-worker asked me what I was doing. I told her that I was pretending to be a light bulb so that the Boss would think I was "CRAZY" and give me a few days off.

A few minutes later the Boss came into the office and asked, "What are you doing?"

I told him I was a light bulb.

He said, "You are clearly stressed out. Go home and recuperate for a couple of days."

I jumped down and walked out of the office.

When my co-worker followed me, the Boss asked her, "And where do you think you're going?"

(You're gonna love this.....)

She said, "I'm going home too, I can't work in the dark."

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My ex-boss emailed this to me, more than a year ago, and it never fails to tickle me everytime I read it, even now.

I would pay good money just to watch someone, anyone, play this prank on my new boss. And I will volunteeringly play the part of the co-worker. Let's just hope I'll be able to keep a straight face long enough to say the last line. :))

The Whole Armor of God

So far, so good. And I am referring to my battle against the devil, that devil, in me.

After last Saturday's dark incident, I had a rather gloomy Sunday. I shut myself away from everyone, quietly sulking working in my room, and occasionally sneaking into the kitchen for some life's basic needs, or rushing to the bathroom to answer nature's call.

I thought of going on a hunger strike, so that I could look more dignified, or so I presumed. Never happened.

During those brief moments when I was busily pigging out, I managed to snap at a few preys who innocently wandered near enough. Two preys, to be precise.

Well, a half empty stomach makes a ferocious predator, and I was eager and more than happy to prove it, a little too eager. So, what did I do? I barked.

How thick can I get? Honestly, sometimes I amaze myself, and it is not always for a good reason.

Anyway, yesterday is history. I am glad to announce that today was better, much better. :)

In fact,  everything started to get a lot brighter after last night's church service. It was as if a ray of sunshine finally broke through the thick black clouds and parted them. I felt the heavy and suffocating air around me being lifted. And those muscles on my face are back, working again, you know, those muscles that make your lips curl upwards and and your eyes crinkle. Praise the Lord!

Maybe it had something to do with the Pastor's sermon, perhaps it had something to do with the few tears shed during the service, or probably it was the feeling of guilt that kept washing over me. But one thing for sure, the Holy Spirit was at work, He is at work, gently nudging me to forgive, and forget.

Today, I sense the tangible healing power of God.

Today, I fight the devil in me, that devil called unforgiveness, but unlike yesterday, today I obediently and willingly fight, with the whole armor of God.



Full Armor of God, scripture art by {willowofwonder}

Ephesians 6:13 (NKJV) 

¹³ Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day,

and having done all, to stand.

Confessions of a Defeated Spirit

My case : There is a demon living in me. And its name is unforgiveness.

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After a week of hectic work schedule and long working hours, I had been looking forward to this weekend, eager to get back home. Although I have to bring home some work to do, but that is alright, as long as I'm home, with my mom.

And if you are curious, yes, I still stay with my family. But that will be a story by itself, on a future post.

My workplace is just about an hour's drive away from my home, provided that the traffic is smooth. However, since the traffic is usually horrendous each morning, I decided to rent a room near my workplace, which had proven to be a wise decision as I am able to save on travelling time, petrol expenses, and toll fees (in my country, there is an unbelievable amount of toll roads).

When Friday finally arrived, I practically flew back home, in my car. I mean, my heart flew back home, but my mind was sensible enough to guide my body to drive the car, at a safe speed. Heh.

Well, everything was bright and beautiful, until Saturday afternoon, when my mom requested me to do a very simple favour for that 'someone' (sorry, I am not ready to share who that 'someone' is, yet).

After my mom voiced her request, without missing a beat, the demon in me got ignited and flared up. It was quickly followed by cold look, quiet voice, mean words, nasty thoughts, evil feelings, complete bitterness, on my part. And the damage was done, cruelly, brutally.

That moment, the devil won, I let it win, and hatred took over.

I acted in the ugliest way possible, to a person who loves me dearly, and to that 'someone' who is still unaware of this silent storm.

I can still remember vividly, the pain and sadness in my mom's eyes. I think she was shaken violently, and was beyond shock and hurt, at how broken her daughter's heart is. Her usually quiet but kind daughter, who once could not even bring herself to kill an ant, who loves dogs, who has compassion for those less fortunate, who has a heart for orphans, could be so unforgiving and hate someone so deeply.

If that was how my mom felt, I cannot even imagine how much I grieved the Holy Spirit in me.

Sometimes, I wonder if I am a hypocrite. I know and write about all the beautiful and lovely things, the right words to speak, the right ways to live. But in the end, here I am, defeated, willingly, by this choking sensation of hatred and unforgiveness. Is it easier to indulge on the pleasure of hating someone than to forgive? No! An unforgiving heart leads a painful and bitter life.

Unforgiveness, the most powerful tool used by Satan. How foolish of me to fall into the trap of the enemy, so easily, without even trying hard to put up a fight.

As I was browsing the net a while ago, I came across a message on forgiveness at The Pathfinder, and the words just cut and pierced though my heart like thousands of swords. Instead of finishing off my badly damaged heart, the swords are actually healing it. Just because, these are the swords, the powerful and miraculous Word of God. I felt like God is speaking to me through the author, trying to make me turn away from my unforgiving heart, because  I have never wanted to forgive that 'someone' so desperately, so sincerely, so willingly.


Frances Brown on Unforgiveness (The Pathfinder) :
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That's what Jesus portrayed in Mark 11:25: "And when you stand praying, if you have anything against anyone, forgive him and let it drop (leave it, let it go), in order that your Father Who is in Heaven may also forgive you your [own] failings and shortcomings and let them drop. (Amplified Bible) There may never be an apology--but that's all right. Our stubborn refusal to forgive others actually prohibits God's forgiveness from flowing to us. Then how can one hold unforgiveness in his heart? To do so, he must actually believe that he himself is totally without offense and has no need of forgiveness himself, and that he is righteous and perfect in all his ways. Isn't that ridiculous? This is the worst form of self righteousness, and clothes us in filthy rags before a Holy God.
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All Feuds End At The Cross. Not only between Jew and Gentile, but A-L-L FEUDS. I am convinced that an unforgiving heart is evidence that the one who walks in this darkness has not experienced the cross. In fact, Word of God supports that conviction.
The pain and suffering that has been caused by an unforgiving spirit is without measure. May our Father pour His Healing Grace into the body of Christ and create in us a clean heart and renew a right spirit within us. Then all the world will know He has come when we truly have fervent love for each other. Amen! And praise God!
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And I say Amen!

By the grace of God, and with an obedient heart, I will defeat the demon in me.



And He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness."
Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
- 2 Corinthians 12:9 (NKJV)




iShare : Hospital Windows

Hospital Windows, an amazing motivational story, of courage, faith, optimism, kindness, selflessness, and all the positive attitudes that you can think of.

I thank the author who wrote and share this seemingly simple, yet incredibly moving story, as I'm once again reminded of the beauty of our earthly life: an adventurous and purpose driven journey, fearfully and wonderfully planned by our Almighty God.

Life, as in God's perfect plan, is not always about sunshine and beaches and flowery paths. When the storm rages and darkness falls, when we are in our weakest and are most vulnerable, these are the days that we should hold on even tighter to our faith.

Praising and glorifying Him, helping others in spite of our adverse circumstances, loving them with the love of Jesus, allowing the light of God to shine through us.

After all, only when it is dark enough can we see the stars.



print {Judy Stalus Photographs : Autumn Splendor}



Hospital Windows (Author Unknown)

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room ' s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you." ~ author unknown

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.

My Big Day!

No, it isn't my wedding day ..

Today is the day I finally turn thirty, the grand, big, 30! Whoo Hoo!!! To be honest, I wasn't excited about it, I wasn't even ready for it. Not dreading it though, just wasn't ready. But since this is inevitable, I thought I might as well embrace it with grace, So, with open arms, and a warm smile, plus a not-so-ready heart, I welcome you, my dear 30th birthday.

It is almost 7.30pm now, way past my office working hour, but I guess I'll have to work late into the night, tonight.

What??!!

No after work party? No one to celebrate with tonight? All alone? On a birthday night??!! You must be kidding me!

Answer: Yup, yup, yup, yup, and nope.

But, I think I still had a pretty amazing 30th birthday, just because :

* I had dinner with my family on last Saturday, local food with a nice birthday cake. Thank you Lord for my precious family.

* I have a friend who treated me to a nice Japanese buffet few weeks ago, as an early birthday meal. Thank you Lord for my generous friend and those delicious Japanese food. Yummy!

* I have a few friends who texted me, showering me with all kinds of birthday wishes. Thank you Lord for the few friends who remember me, on my birthday.

So, I'm happy, and thankful. =) To add a little icing to the cake, this is what I'll give myself :


 


credit {Fiona Cairns : Delicious Delicacies}

 
  

Yeah, a Fiona Cairns cake! How cool is that?! Oh my goodness, I'm floating on cloud nine. I love it, it is the best cake that I've ever tasted, till date.

My happy feet are skipping weightlessly, my heart is dancing with indescribable joy, and I could not wipe the big grin off my face ... even though I have to work on my birthday night, even though I have no one to have dinner with later, even though the Fiona Cairns cake is just a picture.

A thankful heart, a childlike imagination, and you'll go a long way.

 



credit {Fiona Cairns : Delicious Delicacies}

  


Psalm 139:13-17 (NKJV)

¹³ For You formed my inward parts;
         You covered me in my mother’s womb.
¹⁴ I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
         Marvelous are Your works,
         And that my soul knows very well.
¹⁵ My frame was not hidden from You,
         When I was made in secret,
         And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
¹⁶ Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.
         And in Your book they all were written,
         The days fashioned for me,
         When as yet there were none of them.

¹⁷ How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
         How great is the sum of them!

Eve of 30

I'm finally approaching my big 30. My goodness, I can't believe it!

When I was younger, like, say, in my teens, 30 seems so grown up, so mature, so OLD...

But now, as I'm walking right into it, dragging my feet unwillingly, almost reluctantly, I feel myself so not ready.

Well, to be honest, maybe I'm partially ready. That is to say, physically, I'm more than ready. But mentally? Definitely not, hmmphhh!

Oh Lord, help me to age with grace.

Still Waiting

Here I am, in the office, 20 minutes after my official working hours.
Today was an uneventful day, like most workdays.
Not that I'm not thankful, but one or two pleasant surprises would be good.

Pleasant surprises like ... ?
The phone rings, my phone rings!
Yes, I'm referring to you, dear cell phone.
And no no no, not you, office phone, don't you dare to ring.

I have been waiting for a call,
For that someone to ask me for an interview,
Or tell me that I'm shortlisted,
Or even better, that I'm picked!
Yippie!

Uh no, nothing of that sort happens, yet.
So, this is just another day, another ordinary day.
Packing and ready to leave the office.

Tomorrow, maybe there will be good news, maybe.

No orphans of God

I have just read a powerful message by Adeye {No Greater Joy Mom} that broke my heart and made me feel completely sick. I urge you to click on the link above and go over to Adeye's blog to read her message. Right now, I am doing what little I can to help to spread the word.

Adeye's plea is specifically for an orphan named Teri Lynn. She is a five-year-old with Down Syndrome who lives in a country in Eastern Europe. In these countries, young orphans are kept in a baby house for the first five years of their lives.  Once they turn five, the children with special needs become eligible to be transferred to a mental asylum.

The mental asylum as described by Adeye:

"A place where 95% of children with Down Syndrome DIE! They cannot survive the heinous conditions. They lie in cribs day in and day out. They are starved of human contact and adequate food. All dignity is stripped away as they lie in their own urine and feces until someone eventually finds enough time to come and change them. These children have no worth and no value whatsoever!  To those who "care" for them, they are merely objects - not worthy of human love and care."

Can you picture the terrible, horrible situation in your mind? If you can't, then here is a recent picture of Teri Lynn, taken only a few weeks after being transferred.

Teri Lynn before transfer (left) and after transfer (right)



There is a deafening cry for help. Can you help? Will you help?

There are many ways to reach out and help this child. You can help to spread the word, donate to her fund, and PRAY for her.

If you feel led by God to bring this child home, will you be willing to step forward in faith and follow God's call?

Proverbs 31:8-9
⁸ Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute.
⁹ Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.

For more information on Teri Lynn adoption, please contact marianne@reecesrainbow.

To make a donation, please go {here}.

iShare : Behind Every Great Man

Calvin : Funny?
Hobbes : Seriously, yes.
Calvin : Clever? Smart?
Hobbes : Yup.
Calvin : Says who?
Hobbes : Susie, I guess.

I read, I smiled, I read again, I smiled again. And so what do I do? I spread the good joke. ^^

Behind Every Great Man

One night President Obama and his wife Michelle decided to do something out of routine and went for a casual dinner at a restaurant that wasn't too luxurious. 

When they were seated, the owner of the restaurant asked the president's secret service if he could please speak to the First Lady in private. They obliged and Michelle had a conversation with the owner. 

Following this conversation President Obama asked Michelle, why was he so interested in talking to her. She mentioned that in her teenage years, he had been madly in love with her. 

President Obama then said, "So if you had married him, you would now be the owner of this lovely restaurant," to which Michelle responded, "no, if I had  married him, he would now be the President."

iShare : 5-Minute Management Course

Finally, it's weekend! Yipee! My to do list for these two days : continue to work hard to make the necessary changes, for a better today, for a brighter future. Fingers crossed.

Hey, anyone feels like attending a course during this weekend? Hmmm, guess no huh? But what if the course only takes 5 minutes, and it's online, and it's free, and all you've got to do is to read this post? Hehe, sorry, I was being silly. Actually I have some interesting short stories to share, stories from one of those circular emails I received. I particularly like these few stories because they are wickedly funny, yet rather true and meaningful at the same time.

So have fun reading! And blessed weekend to all!

p/s: please pardon some choice of words used by the author in the following 'lessons'.

5-Minute Management Course (Author unknown)

Lesson 1

A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.

The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs.

When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor.

Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.'

After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob.

After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.

The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs.

When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?'

'It was Bob the next door neighbor,' she replies.

'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'

Moral of the story:
If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.

Lesson  2

A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out.

The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.'

'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.'

Puff! She's gone.

'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.'

Puff! He's gone.

'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager.

The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch.'

Moral of the story:
Always let your boss have the first say.

Lesson  3

An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.

A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?'

The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'

So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested.

All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.

Lesson  4

A turkey was chatting with a bull.

'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree,' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.'

'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. 'They're packed with nutrients.'

The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.

The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.

Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.

He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.

Moral of the story:
Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.

Lesson  5

A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.

While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.

As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out!

He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.

A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.

Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.

Morals of the story:

a) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.

b) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.

c) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!

Remembering Mother's Words

I remember coming home one day and found this piece of note on my desk. That was almost three years back. My mother wrote this down to remind me and to encourage me, to be positive at.all.times, no matter what happens.

In life, there are bound to be ups and downs. But let us remember, to give thanks in good times, and to not loose hope in bad times.

On the countless sleepless nights, like this night, as I ponder upon my life, I think I have failed miserably, in every aspect of life. I need to make some changes and restructure my life, fast, now. You'll never know when too late is too late, until it's already too late. I hope for a better today, I strive for a better today, for myself, for my family, for the people I love.

In my weakness and helplessness, I thank God that I'm not alone, He is with me, He is my strength. Though I may wander away at times, yet He is faithful, always. And thus, I will keep on P.U.S.H-ing {Pray Until Something Happens}, with unwavering faith.

It's dark, she's lost

She is having some very difficult time in her life. Her life is not a bed of roses at the moment, and weirdly, it is neither bushes full of prickly thorns. In her own words, her life is like ... a vacuum of space.

She wakes up each morning, dreading what the day may brings. Which, most of the time, nothing. It is mentally torturing, emotionally draining, physically weakening to live a life with no excitement, no goals, no passion, no purpose, no motivations, no dreams, no hopes ... nothing, total emptiness.

She feels bad, and tired, and defeated. She is finding it harder and harder to talk to anyone, and sadly, this anyone includes God. Sometimes, the feeling of sorrow and hopelessness is so great and suffocating that she wished she could just end her life. But, I thank God that she, being a Christian for all these years, understands that commiting suicide is an absolute NO-NO, and life does not end by just leaving this earthly world.

Life still goes on for her, one painful step at a time. In her lost world, she sees nothing but total darkness, she hears nothing but deafening silence, she feels nothing but complete emptiness.

Today, when I looked into her eyes, I saw nothing but a soul silently crying out for help, and that breaks my heart. Lord, help me help her!

John 7:24

Following up to my last post, I was having some hard time trying to put into words the message that the picture was carrying. Finally when I did string some words together, I thought it didn't sound quite eloquent. And now, I've found just the right caption for it! ^^

On Tuesday night (the following day after my last post), I was reading my Bible according to my daily reading schedule, when this verse happened to be the last verse for my night.

John 7:24 (New King James Version)

²⁴  "Do not judge according to appearance, but judge with righteous judgement."

Do I believe in coincidence? Not at all. Do I believe that God was the One at work? Yes I do!




不可按外貌断定是非，总要按公平断定是非。- 約翰福音 7:24
Do not judge according to appearance, but judge with righteous judgement. - John 7:24

 

What do you see?



很多事情不能只看表面
Do not judge a book by its cover, or perhaps in this case, do not judge the size of a carrot by its tops.
If you must judge, judge wisely.



I came across this very interesting picture when I was browsing Sina MicroBlog, or more commonly known as Sina Weibo, a chinese microblogging site. Some say, a good picture speaks a thousand words. I say, a great picture inspires us beyond words. When I look at this seemingly simple piece of art, what do I see? Am I seeing what it's trying to show me? Am I hearing what it's trying to tell me? Am I getting the right message?

What about you? What do you see?

Today, I pray for wisdom.

A Time for Everything

On November 2008, I've been given the opportunity by my company to travel to Germany to attend a two-day-seminar. I had the most memorable and fun time of my life exploring the sweet little town of Weimar. On the other hand, I don't remember much about the seminar though.

Below, is one of my most loved photos of all time, taken at a quiet little street during that trip. Something about this photo speaks volume, at least to me. When I look at it, I wonder who painted the picture on the letter box, children perhaps, or street painting artists? And I'm not even sure that that was a letter box, it might be a garbage bin, or just a metal box. Perhaps the shop owner invited someone to paint something that would be in line with what he is selling, timepieces. Sometimes, I love these unknowns, so that I may create my own story and let my imagination run wild.

If you ask me, I'd love to believe that kids were here, laughing and painting and creating this beautiful piece of art that would eventually capture my heart. When I look at this painting in the photo, I see two friends playing with a pink ball, I see a little girl at school, I see another girl being alone, I see some clocks showing different time. And all these, reminded me so strongly of the Word of God, which is beautifully and flawlessly written in the book of Ecclesiastes, that there is always a time for everything.




Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 ~ A Time for Everything

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die;

A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal;

A time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh;

A time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;

A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to seek, and a time to lose;

A time to keep, and a time to throw away;

A time to tear, and a time to sew;

A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate;

A time for war, and a time for peace.

 

Some days I feel victorious, other days I just feel totally defeated, days like today. When life is not so good, when darkness falls and I start to stumble, when I can no longer find the right words to express myself, when smiling becomes the hardest thing to do, when tears can only double my sorrows, when my world comes to an abrupt end (or so I thought), I am always comforted by this powerful Word of God.

Someone once wrote:

God did not promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain;

but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for our way.

And I thank God for that.

Dreams and Hopes 梦想与希望

 

May your dreams defy the laws of gravity ~ H. Jackson Brown

I love balloons, in all colours, in all shapes. I make a wish, I say a prayer, I let go of my balloons, and watch them rise gently into the sky.心希望，梦翱翔。

Farewell Nokia 1110

{ Then You Rang,  Now You Don't }

Nokia 1110, my faithful cell phone. In a time when everyone is holding an iphone, or an Android, or at least a colour screen cell phone, I felt completely content using this antique treasure. Why? It was able to make calls, send messages, wake me up in the morning for work ... and that, was good enough for me.

Actually, 1110 does not belong to me initially. Four or five years ago, me and my sister decided to buy our dad his first ever mobile phone. He really needed one to make some calls home as he was working out station at that time. A year or two later, he decided to quit working and stay at home due to illness. When I say stay at home, he practically just stays . at . home. You hardly see him leaving the house. So naturally, 1110's new job was to sit in a corner and collect dust. When my Samsung flip cell phone was not working anymore, and 1110 was like an abandoned child crying for a mama, I took it ... and the rest was history.

Well, careful as I was, I did a thing that almost all cell phone owners had, or will experience. This morning, I accidentally dropped this poor little fella into a public toilet bowl, eeewwwwww~ The good thing is, it fell before I ... ahem. The bad thing is, it was the end of 1110. When I took it out of the toilet bowl, I felt that I really needed to clean it (by the way, I am very particular about cleanliness @@). I mean, it was already soaked wet, so adding some clean water (with some Dettol) wouldn't do too much harm right? I just want to make sure it is in clean condition before I try to fix it.

Sadly, 1110 did not survive =( ... And excitedly, new phone it is =) ...

and I give thanks with a grateful heart, for my life is a bed of roses, that comes with thorns ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪♫•*

Tangled Thoughts

I created this blog on November 2010, with an ambitious dream of being a consistent blogger. I ended up not posting anything up till now, that is, 5 months later. I realised though, that blogging requires discipline, which sadly, I seriously lack. And besides, I am not too sure what I wanted to blog about. Maybe nothing specific, just little pieces of everything. However, on the other hand, I am very clear why I started my own blog in the first place ...

"I am very passionate about writing, and I believe I have good command in English." Or so I thought, and the way I described myself in all my application letters whenever I applied for a [writer/news editor/copy writer/anything related to writing] job. But honestly, do I really LOVE writing? Is my English good enough to be a writer? So what better platform to put myself to test than a blog?

Practice makes perfect, years from now, when I reread this post, I might feel like spanking myself for the writing errors I'm making at this moment ... but if I never even get started, I would never ever realise that I have made mistakes. So dear all kind readers, I would not be offended at all if you point out any of my writing mistakes. My hope is that as time goes by, I'll be able to sharpen my writing skills, and that my readers will enjoy and feel comfortable reading my work.

And so, welcome everyone, to my humble blog, {Bread Crumbs, Golden Dust}.