tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72325352012-01-21T00:00:22.978+08:00Life begins to make sense at twenty five...twentyfivecentshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215noreply@blogger.comBlogger2171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-28168065487462879042011-12-20T23:28:00.002+08:002011-12-20T23:38:21.894+08:00

I think guys deal harder with break-ups. Breaking up with someone really cherished, I mean.The process of grieving loss takes longer. The effects are insidious, carried over from season to season, that even half a decade isn't long enough for things to be normal again. Don't know how long will this go on for.

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Last week, I went on a shopping spree to buy clothes for a wedding. It has become my habit or tradition to shop for clothes right before a wedding. I usually don't buy new clothes unless I have to (when I either outgrow them, or when they outgrow and decide to wrinkle, fade or tear). However, unlike other weddings, I was shopping for a dress code for this one: Yellow and Blue shirts for both the

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Once again, disappointment creeps in. Despite thinking and believing that everything has been normalized, I still feel sidelined. Still feel that I'm not at all on the priority scale. Perhaps, not even an afterthought. I get a sense that there's something in between. As if the chasm that I thought we bridged by maturity and mutual understanding still remains, an empty, unbridged chasm. I feel

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I have forgotten how free and and liberating walking in the rain and flood felt like. Today, on Rodrigues Avenue, near my hotel in a harsher version of Manila, I decided to get out of my hotel room, walk around and just be with people. As soon as I left the building, it began to drizzle stray drops. But I decided to walk on anyways. Within minutes, I joined a crowded busy town of people dodging

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I am completely enraged by the senseless and inhumane abuse on poodle, Sushi. But I am encouraged by the unanimous support by Malaysians to speak out again such abuses and violations of animal rights. Kudos to all who care to make an effort to protect animals. While sufficient penalties should be meted out on the perpetrators, personal vengeance should not cloud the interpretation of justice. We

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Just watched a sneak preview of the Social Network. Totally enjoyed it. Really liberating to know that there are entrepreneurs out there who are taking risks to make things work. Facebook's success, I believe, was not born out of a desire to make big bucks (although, the initial successes could've altered some motives along the way). I think their success came from a desire to see something

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In a few days, I will turn 31. No more am I on the sidelines as a freshman in the thirties bracket. I will officially slip into the big bathtub of the thirties. In it, I will be drenched in the murky waters of adult responsibilities. I am progressively weaning off the physical attributes that make people guess my age ten years younger (My median age, based on people's guesses is 23). My identity

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I need to take baby steps in blogging again. I've totally neglected this portion of my life for a good amount of time. Lots to write and ponder. Highs, lows, fasts and slows.Since the last track record of consistent blog posts, some friends have gotten hitched, I have a new dog, brother bought a new car and my bed has changed positions.Some of the things I want to put into writing are:My thoughts

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I will be writing a post in my church's bulletin soon. Before I get started, I'd need to recharge with a few blog entries. I guess that's how I work. Before getting into a project, I need some form of a warm up. Or how for some, before drinking liquor, beer is consumed as a chaser.So this simple blog entry is a finger/brain exercise before I type something about youth ministry in church.One

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It's been a tiring weekend. And many things are disappointing. But my encouragement is in knowing that God gives us dreams for His purposes.Despite the murky waters of strife and jigsaw pieces that hardly match, He puts all things in place at the right time.We remain faithful and grateful. And he remains faithful.Failure is the opposite of obedience.

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I'm about to work on Albert's book shortly. It's late, however.I've been reading the biography of a friend's father. A man who came to Malaysia with only one rupee in the pre-war era, and eventually participated in the creation of the Malaysia we have today. Not the weaknesses of what we are exposed to, but the strengths that lies in the veins of our ethnic unity. The biography speaks more about

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Three more days to go, and I will hop into a totally new decade. For starters, the first digit on my age will turn three while the second digit in my age will reveal my achievements in life.I'm turning 30.For the last five years, I've been psyching myself to meet the reality of turning thirty. In a study/accountability group I was in in 2004/5, I became convicted that the 30 would be a defining

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I'm not a belly-dancer. But that hasn't coaxed my belly into not dancing. Each gentle move I make (like walking down the church aisle like a gentle bride) will send my belly into a chaos of Mexican waves from top to bottom, left to right.Ok so I was exaggerating.But 'lately', I've been battling the extra blessings around my waist, arms and chest. The six pack I once almost met has now drowned

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Having lost my digital camera over a year ago, I've not been photo-blogging enough. There's a lot to see and write about. But what I find very interesting is how some writers can write in pictures. What I mean is, they are able to write in such a way that the reader sees in detail everything the writer conveys. The stories can be so captivating to the point that the reader forgets that he or she

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Picture courtesy of Lauren Chia.Wanted a new look for the year. Something I've never done before, and may not do again. But hey, it's always good entering the year a little light-headed right? Cheers.

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As the year draws to a close, I reflect on my thoughts in the previous post. Although the losses defined 2008 for me, I sense a better year ahead (Ironic, as the rest of the world is expecting a horrible financial 2009). For me, 2009 will see the beginning of some very important changes in the landscape of my ministry and personhood.I will be turning 30 in 2009, and just like Jesus, I'd like to

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Some time this year, a friend of my brother visited my home. He was a man prayer, had a miraculous turn around and is now a serving Christian. He felt a need to pray for my family and for each of us. While in the shower, I had a deep sense that he would speak truth into my life. We met. He shared his life story. And we began to mull over the truth of God's Word (Bible).Later he prayed for

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Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy.Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop.You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop.You broke another mirror; you're turning into something you are not.Don't leave me high, don't leave me dryDon't leave me high, don't leave me dryDrying up in conversation, you will be the

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The recent development of issues at the political level are worrying. What was supposed to combat national security now only reveals political insecurity. The Internal Security Act was passed in 1960 under Article 149 of the Constitution of Malaysia curb or prevent any form of threat to national security. Detainees who were arrested without trial, could be taken in anywhere between 60 days to 2

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This blog has become a punching bag for me. It's the only place I can really express what I feel about things. Gone were the days where I could write cheerful articles and thought provokers. This year is characterised by inconvenience and awkwardness. Hmm... maybe it's time to wrap this blog up and start life offline.Today, I wrote two songs and completed one. What an accomplishment. Some of

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Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim. Per aspera ad astra! Amor vincit omnia!Make my lifea channel of your mercyA resting place for your loveWhere I can be made newTake my soulLead me to the holyWalk me out of hurtingRestore and make me wholeUse my eyesLet me see your zephyrFeel your warming presenceThrough this cold dark nightMake my heartThis weak and broken sanctum,Where you once

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I just came home from almost having a head-on collision. Wasn't thinking straight. Overtook a car turning into a junction by driving into the on-coming lane. I didn't see the car turning into the on-coming lane from the left (blocked by the turning car on my lane). Both of us were about to accelerate but we jammed our brakes in time. I drive a Kancil. Phew! It was close shave.Almost had another

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Do I need to drive a fancy car,Travel the world or reach the stars,Do I have to own businesses and shares,Offer credits cards to show I really care.Everywhere around us someone diesSomebody hurts, somebody criesSome lose tempers, some, loved onesI lose everything and am needing almsWill there be any peace and reconciliation,between the hurting and the whole,the poor and rich, the young and the

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I've been reading about Jesus lately. Though I've been 'following' him in my believe and practices for years, I'm easily side-tracked by activities and expectations in Christianity. Christianity is a good way to know who God is. And once you've met Jesus, it really changes the way you see the world and yourself.Of course, Jesus, I believe isn't a historical figure who existed once upon a time. He

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Some years ago, a colleague of mine gave a leadership talk to some youngsters in a secondary school in Penang. He began his talk by getting the students to complete the following sentence:"You know you're in love when..." I was supposed to do that talk in Methodist Boys' School Penang. But I couldn't because I was recovering from a break-up during that trip and had to relinquish several

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My phone has been on silent-mode over the past two nights. I just turned it on. Somehow, not hearing the phone ring has been therapeutic. Sometimes a little bit of silence from can be refreshing.I have been on silent-mode myself over a few things lately. About a month and a half ago, I decided to take a break from my overbearing deadlines and normal routine. I wanted to lighten the workload,

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"The holidays are around the corner. A nice vacation would be good and the Air Asia tickets are on promotion. Plus, we have not celebrated our one-year anniversary yet,..." Mel thought to herself. She excitedly scrolled down the Air Asia website, ticking the right columns to estimate the costs of her and Choon Keat's (her boyfriend) flight ticket during the November school holidays.CK and Mel

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A bad combination:1. Bald tyres2. Driving at 100km/ph3. Alcohol in system4. Heart-broken5. Saturday nightDon't drink and drive.

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It's Sunday again. Church service will be on in half an hour. I've not prepared myself to worship God on 'His' day. I believe everyday is His day. Just that in the last few months, I've not been having my days. And now, I'm a mile away from being motivated to worship. What does 'His' day mean?Is it a day where He sits back and watch us fumble through our half-baked worship? Of course, not

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About 12 years ago, I stood still with my eyes closed tight in a warm sweat-filled room of Christian students as a pastor uttered some words of prophecy. Along with four others, I was getting installed as the new committee for La Salle PJ's Christian Union. As the new president of the fellowship, I was the first to be prayed for, and first for the young pastors to have a go with their prophetic

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Hey there,Whatever I've broken, I'll fix it. Just need another try and some believing. :)

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In my last post, I vehemently scribbled my concerns about the end times and how things will be hard if we're not in relationship with Christ before He returns. It is a concern for me for two reasons: what if Christ returns before my family and friends have had the chance to know him and secondly, what if my life is in a total mess and my faith on the rocks when I hear the trumpet blow?People say

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Six months ago, I almost trembled on the last pew in church after hearing the pastor's message about the coming of Christ. For the longest time, the thought of Jesus coming back to earth again in 2008 stayed in the back of my mind. Mom had a special revelation of His return, however the interpretation of that revelation leaves more than one question mark.Many believe the time is near.

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I was woken up at 4 am this morning. I think God was trying to say something to me, but it didn't seem to work. I spoke to Him, as I always have. Somehow, I knew it was a God thing that I woke early. I continue speaking to him, and I believe He listens. But no reply came this morning. His silence probably means something.I'm going through a dark and deep depression.I can't put a finger on what it

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What do I call you now?Just call you by name?No terms of endearment?Are things still the same?Have I moved a rung lower?Lost that sense of humor?Do I bring you pleasant thoughts?Has our candle lost its candour?Am I still a part of you?Or is my visa overdue?Do you still want things to work?Am I someone you'd want to shirk?Shall I obey you and be gone?Shall I wait and try to hold on?

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Picnics don't last forever,It takes a few drops of rainto wash away the fun and laughter.We choose to let the mood turn sourJust waiting for the rain to stop, every hourTime wasted because we saw the mudnot the rainbow that will emerge after the flood.I wish we will do a picnic againthis time no worries if it ever rains,if we have umbrellas, or the mosquitoes cause pain.There's really more to

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Polling Day is on Saturday (8th March 2008). This will be my first experience voting for the country's future. I was set on voting five years ago, however, I couldn't register then because I had not renewed my identity card to the new one. I was advised to renew it before registering as a voter. Well, having the new MyKad (identity card) would've made things a lot easier. So I did not get to vote

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I'm sick to the bone knowing how adults are driven to harm and instill fear in children. The recent Sharlinie case has got me agitated. I hate it that everyone is helpless, unable to locate the 5 year old child. Sharlinie was abducted from a playground 200m from her house in Taman Medan, between Old Klang Road and Sunway. The nation is outraged and massive searches are happening to locate her. A

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I'm sick to the bone knowing how adults are driven to harm and instill fear in children. The recent Sharlinie case has got me agitated. I hate it that everyone is helpless, unable to locate the 5 year old child. Sharlinie was abducted from a playground 200m from her house in Taman Medan, between Old Klang Road and Sunway. The nation is outraged and massive searches are happening to locate her. A

twentyfivecentshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07006253633172308215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7232535.post-70272350488126157792008-01-11T14:58:00.000+08:002008-01-11T15:42:31.546+08:00

I'm sick to the bone knowing how adults are driven to harm and instill fear in children. The recent Sharlinie case has got me agitated. I hate it that everyone is helpless, unable to locate the 5 year old child. Sharlinie was abducted from a playground 200m from her house in Taman Medan, between Old Klang Road and Sunway. The nation is outraged and massive searches are happening to locate her. A

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The Malaysian ex-health minister is being portrayed now as a martyr for speaking the truth about his recently found out sex scandal. The ex-minister has carefully admitted to being the person in an illicitly filmed video recording of a sex act from various angles in a hotel in Johor. The Malaysian Chinese Association presidential council has expressed regret about his resignation from the post

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My year stops at 2008. Beyond that, I have no picture nor vision. No idea of where my life is headed. Eighteen years ago, my mom heard a voice while praying and reading her bible. She believed it was God. And he said Jesus would be coming in 18 years time. 2008 is the eighteenth year.I wouldn't know if Jesus will be coming this year at all. Because the bible remains cryptic about the timing. And

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I wonder if she's sleepingOr if she's still out tonight.Is she sweet and sound in her placeor somewhere unsafe and unrightWould she tell me where she's beenDoes she tip toe for my sake?Is there fear of being seen?Guess there are always chances to take.Questions beget questionsAnswers never quenchOnly calm assurance pervadeswhen the two hands meet and clench.Can one live in oblivionTo another's

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I wish I had a Christmas tree. We threw ours away sometime last year in August when we moved into our new place. Apathy has led us (me) to not even purchase a new one. I saw one at Ikano two days ago selling at around RM40. Thought of getting it. Then a better idea came to mind -- get a real tree. Well, it's 2 hours to Christmas. And there's still no blinking tree in my house. No presents to

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I feel down today. I've made too many screw ups and therefore feel things aren't going my way. My relationships are going down the drain. Although I have total self-awareness about how I feel and what the Bible says about it, I still feel weak, unmotivated and grieved. I wish I was given a second chance at everything. I don't look forward to waking up daily. But I know there's hope in each day.

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The biggest gotong-royong I've every been for happened on November 10, 2007. I've never seen such a multiracial crowd in Malaysia so united and set on cleaning up the country. 40,000 over people marched the streets of Kuala Lumpur to send a memo to the King, and a message to the country that "We want cleaner elections".As a country that is boasting 50 years of independence, we are unable to deal

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After a break from blogging, I'm now back. Over the past three months, I've had my winding, tumultuous journey. With heartaches and backaches, hospital visits and truancy from church, weight loss initiatives and frequent reminders that I'm still fat, and a whole lot of other ironies,... I'm happy I do have a life online.Within the four edges of my 19 inch flat screen, I meet the world.Like any

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Her green plastic watering canFor her fake chinese rubber plantIn fake plastic earth.That she bought from a rubber manIn a town full of rubber plantsJust to get rid of itself.And it wears her out, it wears her outIt wears her out, it wears her out.She lives with a broken manA cracked polystyrene manWho just crumbles and burns.He used to do surgeryFor girls in the eightiesBut gravity always

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This morning, our pastor spoke about how each of us are wrestling with sin. That even as followers of Jesus, we still wrestle with the sinful nature that is embedded in us. For those who have trusted Jesus for the forgiveness of their sin, they have freedom from sin's slavery. I'm picturing slavery to sin happening to people who are stuck with issues like pornography, alcoholism, drug abuse, etc.

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I've been listening to a lot of Sufjan lately. He has a natural way of capturing visuals in the form of lyrics with tunes that help you connect with every scene. It's like watching a movie in four minutes. Sufjan writes not only about everyday life, but everyday life through his lenses. My favourites - Casimir Pulaski Day, John Wayne Gacy Jr., Come feel the Illinoise, ... ok, fine I like em' all

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The weekend was a tough one for my family. We lost a favourite relative - Aunty Lily. She was a bubbly person, always ready to tease us (about our girlfriends) and sprinkle encouragement when we needed them. She would cry when any of us was severely sick. I remember one time, when I was 17 and had heart problems, she cried on my behalf after hearing about my condition. I just had irregular

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Haris Ibrahim offers valuable clarification on the Lina Joy case. http://harismibrahim.wordpress.com/2007/06/18/lina-why-the-controversy-whats-not-the-controversy/

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"When the clock strikes nine, silently leave the area and clear litter", members of the organisers for the vigil politely reminded the crowd by word of mouth. About 200 people from all walks of life, race and religion gathered at the Dataran Merdeka flagpole with candles lit to stand in solidarity with Revathi -- to communicate freedom.Revathi is in detention for rehabilitation at Ulu Yam,

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It's Father's Day this Sunday. Fatherhood is a precious responsibility and should be done with utmost wisdom and reasonable reflection. I came across Good Charlotte's Emotionless in my playlist. Thought I'll just echo them here. Happy Father's day once again.Hey dadI’m writing to youNot to tell youThat I still hate youJust to ask youHow you feelAnd how we fell apartHow this fell apartAre you

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Sometimes in life we try to leave our mark somewhere. Engraved on walls in public spaces. Two cents at a political conference. Etched on the hearts of people close to heart. Sometimes, our marks permanently impact; sometimes, temporarily impair.This is post 180. When I first started blogging, I wasn't sure how big a wave the blogging-trend would become. Now almost everyone owns a piece of

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Kindly take note. Regards, Kevin Thomas ***** Because of recent abductions in daylight hours, refresh yourself of these things to do in an emergency situation... This is for you, and for you to share with your wife, your children, everyone you know. After reading these9 crucial tips, forward them to someone you care about. It never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in. 1.

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Been feeling low lately. Wouldn't mind coffee or a movie to cheer me up. Guess, some joys in life are only temporary.

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I usually avoid getting tagged. However, I'll just join the fun by listing six weird things about myself as Jess had prescribed. And, they're real. :)1. I have one eyebrow.2. Two things I do very badly at - Maths.3. I twist words my never! (taken from Emily Tan)4. Ning Baizura and Ling Liong Sik happen to be relatives (by marriage and association) through my family.6. I'm a descendant of

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I feel like digging my right eyeball out. There's a piercing pain right behind it as if a thorn is pricking it. I think its due to my constant straining on this 19 inch monitor.I revisited the www.magazinetraining.com where I conducted a series of design training in Croatia, Eastern Europe. It was a daunting experience at first, teaching over 50 magazine publishers from all over the region. And

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My dog TT has been found by his original owners. TT walked into our house one day and we've had him ever since. The owner's friend who has been jogging in the area and staring into my house alerted her friend who eventually turned out to be an old friend of ours. Can you believe TT was originally known as "Doogie"? Well, for some reason calling "Doogie" didn't work. What a misnomer. Perhaps

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It's during my busiest moments at work that I feel compelled to write something on my blog. (And you wonder why I've not been writing lately huh?). But now, I've got tonnes to do and I secretly yearn to write some, dodging important deadlines. (oklar, not so drama. Just finished one brochure design - break time now). But I think it's a defense mechanism at work. A psychosomatic response in

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Will need to form a band for wedding worship. The Wedding Worshipers. Hmm... only one "p".Oh well.

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It's really neat to be linked with your family members, immediate and extended. They are your God-given means to express love, care and patience. Your family gives you a sense of worth and belonging (of course, this is ideal). And my heart goes out to families who've been jaded by favouritism, sibling rivalry and abusive cycles at home. I feel bad for orphans and old folks who've been dumped by

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Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™

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This is very useful information. Please pass it on to your friends and family, especially women folk ! The next time you are stopped by persons who claim they are plainclothes police, you are under no obligation to answer their questions or follow their orders, lawyers told Malaysiakini today. "A

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Melangkah ke hadiratmuDipenuhi kegelisahanMembenamkan suara hatikuBerharap kau melupakan akuTiada kebenaran dalam diri kitaYang memantulkan kebahagiaan bersamaMungkin silapku, sifatku yang semberonoMelayang dalam khayalan yang deras melenyapBiarlah denyutanku di hempas jeritan realiti

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My dad always called my mom "Honey". They didn't quite have the sweetest relationship on earth, but I guess that's what he felt about her.Marriage frightens me. I don't think I'm that much of a commitment-phobe, but the fears of hurting someone else (emotionally, spiritually, financially) and tearing apart her future by my own disability to see ahead feels damning already. And, therefore if

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While beholding this sunrise on our last day at Raca Island, the tune of Vindicated, by Dashboard Confessionals played in my mind. Behold. Hope dangles on a stringLike slow spinning redemptionWinding in and winding outThe shine of it has caught my eyeAnd roped me inSo, mesmerizing and so hypnotizing,I am captivated, I am{Chorus}VindicatedI am selfishI am wrongI am rightI swear I'm rightSwear I

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Holiday beach bummers. Photo courtesy of Ling Si, who isn't in the pix.Doing the cliche (blog photo) pose at Ban Raya Resort,Racha Island, off Phuket. That's Ling Si in the middle.Tried to be artistic, sampling with Fill-Flash on a sunny day.Temperate

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Lost my religion in the floodBecause the god I once believed in didn't do muchHe didn't answer when I calledHe's resting within his heavenly wallsFive times daily and sometimes moreI've given up knocking on heaven's doorPerhaps he's annoyed by my repetitionsPut ear plugs on while we die in our petitionsI've earned my points, I've done my dutiesI'm living righteous, with no controversiesI deserve

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That special dame who will know my heartSometimes I wonder if we are miles apart.I don't know if I have already met you,Or had conversations, sharing tales and truth.I wonder if I'd given you rides in my carOr stood you up while you stared at the stars.Have we sat through movies together?Sharing popcorn and warmth, when you laughedand when you shuddered.Have you tasted my winding journeys?When

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The waves overwhelm between the sun and IEach passing moment more light in the skyThe waves overwhelm between the Son and IEach passing moment I learn not to cry

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I told my mom I was featured on Wave. To which she was mildly surprised. Why would I be on the cover? I'll tell you why. Wave doesn't exist. Was just playing around with Adobe Illustrator and some camwhored photos taken with this evenings 4pm sun. So here goes.I'm in the midst of working on some concepts for an IT Mag. So this was just exercise/warm up.

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Today is a good day. Had a nice time finding out the juicy secrets of the members in my Form 4 youth class at church. Some of the guys have been into the girls' toilet. One guy had his toenails painted. Some of them have played in the ochestra. (Thankfully the girls seem pretty sane!) Hahaha. So it was a good day. Welcome on board Sarah and Becky!God gives good gifts. And the gift I'm thanking

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Happy New Year!Before I run off to Old Town to buy fish food, I thought I'd steal some time to write my first post for the year. My year started well. I had my first meal this year at 1.40am - Ramlee Burger and a can of Nescafe. They say that what you do on the first day will reflect what you will be doing for the year. So I guess I will be eating burgers and downing coffee till 2008. So much for

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Eastern European / Northern IndianMalay / Hispanic?Oh well, I just like being me.

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I had a crazy week. From dressing up as the pooh bear (for a children's programme) to becoming a driver for Jerry Yan's (F4 singer) luggage from KLIA to his hotel. Today, I had something like food poisoning. Was in bed for the whole day literally! Oh well, will elaborate someday.

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Okay. I got bored tonight. These are two cover designs for my album (if I ever get a chance to produce one).

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Was going to spend the night writing something meaningful on my blog. Instead, I got trapped on yahoo search making random, brainless online searches. I realise, that if you type 'Kevin Thomas + Malaysia' on yahoo image search, you could view my pix. And, if you type 'twentyfivecents' on web search, you'll end up reading this entry.So much for spending this cold rainy night writing something

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It's finally out! After nine months of pregnancy, my baby's out (on the bookstands I think). My company was given the task of translating the National Integrity Plan into something comprehensive for laymen. From Roots to Fruits gives you an idea of what integrity should look like in all spheres of life.In my first trimester, a bunch of us brainstormed the several concepts that could possibly work

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(to the tune of Video Killed the Radio Star by The Buggles andremade by the Presidents of the United States of America)You took my lemons and made lemonade for meYou gave me choices: only one could set me freeYou changed my deathbed for a brand new plasma TVOh, oh..You made my world newOh, oh..They failed to love youYou chose to die for me while in GethsamaneThe rooster crowed for Pete to find

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"We use 10% of our brains most of the time. Imagine what we can do with the remaining 60%!"Humor makes communication addictive. Keat Lim cracked the phrase above last week and since then, I've evangelised it to almost everyone I've met. Stuff like this usually occupies a large portion of my brain matter. And I like watching how people respond to comedy. I've a 32RAM hardisk in my cranium

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Rebecca St James and I slept in the same room last year. One year ago, I went to Austria to conduct a design training in the Eastern European Region. I stayed in a beautiful guest house in Baden. My room had two beds and a heater (which I figured how to use only after three weeks). I even got complimentary Chocolates for staying there.Rebecca St James (the famous gospel singer) had stayed in the

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My nostrils have decided to produce white strands. If you've read my blog several times before, you'd notice that I write a little about my hair. No, I'm far from bald. It's just that in the last six months, I noticed that half my scalp isn't economical on the white hair supply. Depending on which side of my face you stand, you could guess my age differently.I think I'm losing my touch at writing

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"To go nowhere, follow the crowd." John Maxwell

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I need another mug of coffee...-- Twentyfivecents Creative Solutions

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Little child don't cry,I will hold your hand I'll take you far away from this place Where your memories will fade away And there will be no pain Little child find yourself, in this reality The world is so unfair and it hurts When you're stripped of your Security and love And you're left with broken dreams I believe that the sun still shines On a dark and stormy day And I believe that the world

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Sometimes it hurtsWhen you've walked for so longAnd you lift up your headTo find the journey's all wrongWhere do you goWhere do you startIt hurts you, you knowSometimesSometimes you cryWhen you know that you've triedYou've done all you couldBut you're living a lieWho do you turn toWhen you weep all alone?It hurts you, you knowSometimesIf I'd known you'd be frailI would've taken a different

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THE NEXT TIME THE DEVIL REMINDS YOU OF YOUR PAST,REMIND HIM OF HIS FUTURE.

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I never had a problem telling people my age. I'm one of those who hardly get affected when people know my 'little' secret. But nowadays, I get mildly annoyed when people query. Sometimes, they ask to genuinely know - and I'm okay with that. Other times, I get a sense that people like to establish their social hierarchy by insinuating the "Oh-I'm-older-than-you-so-shut-up-and-listen" notion.Some,

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Okay. I know. I've published this song before.Just thought the pix added a visual expression to the lyrics.

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A Yamaha Classical Guitar. A surprise indeed!Thanks TT.

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My Jedi mentor reminded me that my blog needs updating. I've taken the easy way out by snagging and posting pictures and comic strips in place of my reflections and adventures. No, if you were wondering, I wasn't afraid of the government's grouses about blogs with sensitive content (politically controversial stuff). Oh joy. If we're truly a maturing nation, we should develop a sense of

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