tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76938239313241503632024-02-20T22:02:00.971+08:00IT PAYS TO PRAY. WHAT TAKES PRECEDENCE?Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-78019444365798113812008-11-03T16:58:00.001+08:002008-11-03T17:00:03.849+08:00Adoi!!!! Sakitnya!<span style="color:#ff6666;">Wow! I didn’t realise that I’ve not blogged in like 2 ½ months! So thought I’d better blog about something before I pop. The thing is what shall I blog about?<br /><br />Well a lot has been running through my mind of late especially with the impending arrival of my little one. He’s been a very active boy, he’s hardly got space to move around inside so sometimes when he moves, I do feel a sense of discomfort and pain. Sometimes I would “sound” him? Is it wrong?<br /><br />Will I make a good mum? I always say that I will be a strict yet a loving mum but will I be turn the other way around, where I love him too much that I let him do whatever he wants? What if I spoil him? What if my parents and my in-laws spoil him, thus he hates me for being so strict?<br /><br />Has my faith in God become lesser? I’ve been reading and praying according to the Supernatural Childbirth book that I read but yet I still fear pain. So where’s my faith? How come I can’t seem to arrest the fear?<br /><br />How about my confinement? Should I follow those strict “pantang-larang”. What if I cannot stand being tied down? Or should I just be care free and follow the western style? If I follow western style, will I end up will all the pain and aches like how some of my friend’s describe their ordeal because they didn’t follow the “pantang”?<br /><br />My last check up 2 weeks ago – doc told Kyew and I that baby is a little small. That got me worried and I start eating more than I use too. What if baby is still small? Doc will definitely induce labour and get him out for him to grow outside. What is these 2 weeks, because of my overeating, he becomes too big… will I have a hard time pushing him?<br /><br />Adoi! I’ve being driven to tears and getting all emo because of these questions! And there’s so much more! The pass 8 months, I was so cool and as the due date approaches…. Gosh!!!!<br />Lord! I’m crying out to you for peace. Arrest this fear and these negative thoughts in the name of Jesus. You have nailed pain on the cross more than 2000 years ago. I believe for a smooth delivery. I believe that both baby and I will be healthy and no future sickness will overcome our body.</span>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-72387184704349082912008-08-15T23:41:00.002+08:002008-08-15T23:44:09.757+08:00Kidnap<div align="justify">I was watching 712 on Astro last night on the program THS: Investigates. I manage to only catch 2 ½ segments of the program. It was about kidnapping cases in US.<br /><br />1 segment was about a 13 year old girl who was kidnapped by her next-door neighbour in 1995 and was held captive for 105 days. Of which, everyday of that 105 days, she was raped and physically abused. When the FBIs and the private investigator ambushed her abductor in a motel, she had forgotten her real name because her abductor changed her name and made her call him “Dad”. It's been more than 10 years and she can still clearly recall the horrible incident that happened to her.<br /><br />The 2nd segment was about a 47 year old who was kidnapped by a stranger when he was 13 years old, while waiting for his mum. He was held captive for 18 months and was physically abused and molested by his abductor. On top of that, his abductor used him to lure other young boys into the abductor’s house. His abductor made him watch what he did to the young boys which was to drug and sexually molest these young boys. Many a times, these boys can’t recall anything because they were drugged and put to sleep. This kidnap victim is now married with children and grandchildren but he cannot get the incident out of his mind even though it’s been more than 30 years. He was crying, when he told his part of the story. The unfortunate part was the case against his abductor was dropped even though he was willing to testify.<br /><br />I was so disgusted with child molesters or child predators. They completely have no conscience and what’s worse, these cases happen here too. Fortunately for the 2 people mentioned, they were rescued and not murdered unlike the girls and boys we know that were abducted and murdered here, in Malaysia. Take for example, the case of Nurin, they can’t find the perpetrator and murderer.<br /><br />My little boy is not born yet, but I’m already worried for his safety. That’s why it’s so important for parents to keep a watchful eye on their children. And guys and girls, if you feel that your parents are holding a tight reign on you, it’s really because of your own safety and nothing else. Do understand the anguish parents have to go through when they find they children lost.<br /><br />I was just stating the case of 13 year olds getting kidnap in US or 5 year olds getting kidnap here. But there are many cases where teens and adults do get kidnap too. I know that many of us think that we’re old enough to take care of ourselves and that we are big size enough to fend off these psychotic maniacs but strength alone is never enough. More often than not, perpetrators have IQs that are higher than an average person. They have strategies and tactics to lure their victims. We just got to be extra careful and when our parent advises us against going out late and coming back home late, listen to them. They know what they’re talking about. It’ll be too late to regret if anything does happen. Don’t even think that God can be taken for granted if we are not submissive to our parents.</div>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-9062570948537849762008-08-13T00:08:00.000+08:002008-08-13T00:09:45.901+08:00Prayer Meeting 080808<span style="color:#339999;">Anyone watch the Olympic’s Opening last Friday? Im sure some did. As for Kyew and I, we both missed it. We even wanted to watch the rerun but unfortunately, we don’t know when? Any idea, anyone?<br /><br />Well, Kyew and I were in church for prayer meeting. You know what, it was like Sunday Service, man. How awesome was that?!<br /><br />The best part of service was when Ps Henry told Ryan to show the march pass of different nations (participating in the Olympics) and told us to stretch our hands and pray for God’s blessings and also for salvation over these nations.<br /><br />Anyway, allow me to backtrack a little. Last two Mondays, both of us were in prayer meeting (before the 080808 all night prayer meet). Towards the end of the prayer meeting, a thought ran through my mind as I was observing our church members. Gosh! Kyew and I are the youngest member in prayer meeting other than Poh Yi Wen and David Poh!<br /><br />I shared this with Kyew and he said, it’s kinda sad that young people don’t like praying anymore. But you know, we were proven wrong! On 080808 prayer meeting…. I really want to thank God for these guys – Dexter, Don, David S., Joseph Gan, Caleb Tan, Johannes, Wei Loong, Larry, Aaron Raj and Ivan Tan. On the 090808 5am prayer meeting, these guys were there – Larry, Ivan Tan, Wei Loong and Caleb Tan.<br /><br />Hey guys! You ROCK! Thank you for encouraging Kyew and I and changing our minds.<br /> God is looking for servants and not masters….</span>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-76001263262388423482008-07-29T10:12:00.000+08:002008-07-29T10:13:50.813+08:00Drained<span style="color:#993399;">It’s been a draining pass couple of weeks for, more so for these few days. Lack of sleep, datelines to meet, going back to office when I should be in church and worse off, feeling lonely most of the time.<br /><br />During these times, I can only gather strength from the Lord. When I feel that no one’s there for me, literally and figuratively speaking, it is Him that I draw my strength from. But I can go a little cuckoo sometimes - if I feel down, sometimes I wish I can just jump down the staircase and hurt myself but because of little darling baby, I have to snap out of my thoughts, ask forgiveness, both from God and my unborn child.<br /><br />I always have to bear in mind, that whatever I think or feel affects the baby – his emotions and thoughts. That’s why I thank God everyday for this little one. When no one’s with me, he’s with me and God’s with me.<br /><br />I still feel drained out, tired, frustrated but each day that passes by, gets better. I’m definitely looking forward to be on my own two feet again and this scripture definitely helps</span><br /><br /><strong>Psalm 28:6-9</strong><br /><em>Praise be to the LORD, for he has heard my cry for mercy. The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song. The LORD is the strength of his people, a fortress of salvation for his anointed one. Save your people and bless your inheritance; be their shepherd and carry them forever.<br /></em>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-59139934120341263462008-07-03T12:05:00.003+08:002008-07-08T20:08:15.168+08:0018 Weeks and going stronger<div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">I’m in my 5th month of pregnancy now. My belly is “Oh so obvious” and I’ve already started feeling the baby kicking since 2 weeks ago. I sure have an active baby growing inside of me.<br /><br />When I did my 18th week scan two Wednesdays ago, junior curled him/herself up like a ball. Nicholas Aaron asked, “You carrying a baby or a football.” As for me, I think it’s junior’s daddy love and craze for football that makes junior pretend to be a football, curving him/herself in such a manner with hands flying around.<br /><br />Made it so hard for the doctor to take a good picture. So the scan I got is the lousiest and most blur of all the scans. But take a good look at the scan, you'll get to see the baby's spinal cord. I's the most obvious part of the scan.<br /><br />I’m really enjoying my pregnancy now especially feeling the baby kicking. Every time the baby kicks, my belly would be bobbing up and down. But whenever I place my palm on my belly junior will stop kicking. So to get Kwang Yew to feel the kick, he cannot place his palm on my belly, he’ll just have to be contented staring at my belly. But the funny thing is, he feels like there’s an alien inside of me. It’s really something new to him.<br /><br />The kicking will be more obvious when junior grows a little bit bigger and that time, I’m sure Kwang Yew will get to feel the kicks. I actually can’t wait for that moment. I’m especially waiting for the moment where his/her her foot or hand pressing out and that I can see a lump coming out of my belly.<br /><br />Gosh! Another 4 more months, and I’ll get to carry my little angel in my arms. This is so exciting. Makes the morning sickness and indigestion all worth it.<br /><br />By the way, I still don’t know the sex of the baby. Waiting for another week or so to do a scan called Target Scan. This scan reveals everything about the baby – sex, heart, nose, lips and etc. My prayer is that I will have a healthy and perfect growing baby and finally, I will also get to do SHOPPING!!!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </div><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220613470077977138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SHNYSoGeAjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WRE6u33K9Zg/s400/P7080042.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div> </div>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-73457596414511918902008-06-15T23:31:00.004+08:002008-06-15T23:42:38.509+08:00Blessed Father's Day<strong><u>Lessons from My Father: The Preacher</u></strong><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>By the Reverend Franklin Graham<br /></strong>Interview by Amy Levin-Epstein, Best Life</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212133695007053314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SFU3-wS9VgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zqSVm786sRs/s400/Billy+Graham.bmp" border="0" /></span></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><div align="justify"></span></div><p><em>My father became very close with the Nixons. He was fairly close with John F. Kennedy. After the Watergate era, however, he said, "I'm not going to say anything to a politician again unless it's of a spiritual nature. I'm not going to talk with them about political issues, about international issues. I'm just going to keep my mouth shut and speak to them about things that affect their hearts." I've watched him my whole life. He is my example. My father doesn't keep a record of wrongs. If someone hurts him or disappoints him, my father just forgives the person and moves on. I think that's what love is all about.</em> </p><p><br /><strong>There's no book to teach you. </strong>My father told me you learn how to preach by preaching. The only way you're going to learn it is to go out there and do it and learn from your mistakes. And he's right. </p><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>I saw that he was wary of politicians. </strong>They thought, If we get close to Billy Graham, that will influence votes. My father tries to use his position in a spiritual context. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>He taught me that there is a devil in this world. </strong>There are spiritual powers at work against God. Why do we have bars on the windows? Why do we have to have police forces? Why do we have a judicial system? It's because of the evil in this world. Everything he taught, he taught us through the Scripture. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>I never saw my parents fight. </strong>Never really saw them argue. My mother was a soul mate to him. They did everything together. My father treated my mother with the utmost respect. He honored her. I have a friend--we're about the same age--who loses his temper and yells at his wife, and he cusses at her from time to time, and guess what? His children do exactly the same thing. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>My father is careful with women. </strong>He would not even ride in the same car with a woman other than my mother. I remember in Little Rock, Hillary Clinton, when she was the wife of Governor Clinton, wanted to meet my father for lunch. She wanted to have a private conversation. Daddy said, "I'd be glad to meet you, but we'll meet in a public place." My father told me, "I'm going to be above reproach and not allow myself ever to be accused of something that wasn't morally right." </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>He was gone for a long time when I was young. </strong>One time, he was gone for about six months. My father started his ministry right after World War II, when men had been gone for four or five years to defend the freedom of this nation. He felt, Should I do less for the sake of the cross? He later told me, "Son, if I had to do this over again, I wouldn't have been gone that long." When I'm through with my work, I go back home. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>Life is a circle. </strong>When you are small, your relationship with your parents is one thing, and then you get to be an adult and they start treating you like an adult. And then when you are older, the roles reverse. Instead of the parents providing for the children, now we as children are helping to provide for our parents.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>God did not give us religion. </strong>Religion is man's attempt to reach a holy God. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>He knows how to stay on message. </strong>All these years, he has been faithful to what he feels God called him to do, and that is to preach this wonderful good news, this Gospel, that Jesus Christ died for our sins, that He rose again, and if we would confess our sins to God and ask for His forgiveness and turn from those sins and invite Christ by faith into our hearts and into our lives, that God would forgive us. </div><p> </p><p><em>The Reverend Franklin Graham, 56, runs the organization his father founded. The fourth of five children born to evangelist Billy Graham and his wife, Ruth Bell Graham, Franklin has been a Christian evangelist and missionary from the age of 23. Since 2000, he has served as CEO, and since 2002 as president, of Billy Graham Evangelistic Association. His father, one of most celebrated and well-loved preachers in American history, has counseled U.S. presidents from Harry Truman to George W. Bush.</em></p>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-5118082591028859332008-06-01T21:23:00.005+08:002008-06-01T21:37:06.287+08:00Week 14My baby is 14 weeks old now, that's about 3 and 1/2 months. My belly is already showing and i can't wear any of my current clothes especially pants, anymore. Moving on to maternity wear.<br /><br />The morning sickness and indigestion that i was sufferring has all gone. Praise the Lord. I can eat normally again. I actually love being pregnant now. Watching my belly grow is just amazing. Baby's healthy, that's the most important thing right now. By the next check-up, i should be able to know if junior is a boy or a girl, if junior isn't shy (looking forward to the shopping actually).<br /><br />Here's junior at 14 weeks. If you look carefully, you can see his/her nose and mouth already. Junior was very still and quiet during this scan, but because i wanted to see some movement, the doctor disturb him/her and i think he/she was kinda mad (we were disturbing his/her nap, i guess) because he/she just swatted his/her hands and legs. And then junior went back to sleep again.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206904125939745266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SEKjtxYngfI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aHMCUqVUW3A/s400/P6010013.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p> </p><p> </p>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-81418181690181745962008-05-31T21:55:00.004+08:002008-06-01T21:23:13.443+08:00What's your priority?<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Given this question: what would be your order of priority?<br /><br />1. Career / Studies<br />2. Ministry<br />3. God<br />4. Family<br />5. Friends<br />6. Hobbies<br />7. Others<br /><br />For me, it’ll be:-<br />1. God<br />2. Family<br />3. Career<br />4. Ministry<br />5. Friends<br />6. Hobbies<br />7. Others (if i know what they are)<br /><br />But unfortunately, not everyone will agree with me. Some would say career first before family. Some would say ministry first before family. Some would even say friends first. And usually those who say God first and family second when but you look at their daily lives and you don't see it in that order, they're just living in denial... or i could say, they're dreaming that they're living in the order that they said they are. </span><br /><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Ask them this question - how much time do you spend with God or with your family? Not counting dinner time (if you guys eat together as a family) and sleeping with your spouse. Come on, sleeping with your spouse is counted as spending time together?! Sheessshhhh..... How much time, do you spend talking and communicating? How much do you know about your family - what are their current likes and dislikes and etc? </span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">How much of time do you spend doing your devotion? How much of time do you spend praying? </span></p><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Let them think for awhile. Deep down, you're hoping it will dawn upon them but of course some thick headed ego-ist ones, will still think that they are right in whatever they are currently doing.<br /><br />In today’s lifestyle and age, it’s rather sad to see God and family being not being placed first in order of priority. I guess media and of course our lifestyle (which we need to compete to upkeep with the latest trend) totally changes this perspective.<br /><br />Ever since I got married, I’ve began to realize how important God and family are to me. That’s why since having this life growing inside me, I’ve begun to cherish and appreciate every second I have with my mum and my dad. I realized that it’s not as easy as ABC. And having a support is really important. Mum and dad and been my greatest support. Even my parents in law are great support. They really took care of me. They’re God send.<br /><br />I thank God for sending me these angels (in the form of parents). They rock better than you think.</span></p>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-54252082577030307512008-04-29T22:29:00.004+08:002008-04-29T22:45:32.362+08:00At 9 weeks<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Went for my 3rd prenatal checkup. There were lots of worries and definitely lots of anxiety inside me. Wondering is the fibroid has grown or not. Is the baby still alive and well? There were lots of questions popping through my head before the checkup.<br /><br />But I have to give thanks for the few people who have been praying for me and keeping me in their prayer. They are Pastor Ronald Teo, Pastor Mike Kuna, Cheryl, Jacqueline, my mum and dad, most definitely my husband and also I want to thank Aunty Helen (Alex Tio’s mum).<br /><br />God has been good because He send these beautiful people to comfort me last week both in prayer and also in advise.<br /><br />Doctor said my baby is very healthy. He/she looks more like a baby now, cause I can see the hands and the legs and of course the heartbeat. And junior was moving his/her hands and legs (likekungfu). I nearly teared with joy because it's so amazing seeing something so alive living inside me. God indeed is an amazing God.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Doc also said not to worry about the fibroid. Most importantly, the baby is healthy and growing.<br /><br />So here’s 9 weeks old junior.</span></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194675068478153042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SBcxc8Q34VI/AAAAAAAAAKM/FYKsqhv4hu0/s400/New+Picture.png" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-14990627158301582682008-04-19T01:09:00.014+08:002008-04-21T17:24:09.759+08:00Bangkok - 3 April 2008 - 6 April 2008<div align="center">It's been more than 3 weeks since our trip to Bangkok. Just haven't got the time to upload the photos and there's way too many photos that we took. So I picked out a few for your viewing pleasure.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Here goes.... some of the photos taken at our family trip to Bangkok. With the start of my morning sickness, I didn't really enjoy myself plus, it was the hottest month of the year in Thailand. Nearly had a sun stroke.... I've never been so afraid of the sun in my life!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAjWZDaJsfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/s-QWe1Vy9wA/s1600-h/tony+fernandez.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190634296444563954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAjWZDaJsfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/s-QWe1Vy9wA/s320/tony+fernandez.JPG" border="0" /></a> Guess who did we meet on our way to Bangkok?! He's one of the nicest person I've ever met</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190635340121616898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAjXVzaJsgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/aqpEzZk4JDc/s320/mum+n+dad.JPG" border="0" /> My mum and dad at the Thai Village in Rose Garden. Dad bought that hat for 150 baht!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190636100330828306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAjYCDaJshI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FLE-uCJOkh0/s320/floating+market.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Mum and I having our brunch on the boat at the floating market.... It was an experience that everyone must try when they go to Thailand.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191342586999821586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAtak_V7VRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vaHxL3JL6Mo/s320/kyew.JPG" border="0" />Kwang Yew monkeying with the elephant made out of teak wood</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191343424518444322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAtbVvV7VSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Fpo6W1Rg158/s320/plastic+fruits.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">So real and so juicy! Even real ones don't look so appetizing</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191343944209487154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAtbz_V7VTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DNVXKbh0zZo/s320/adrian.JPG" border="0" /> Adrian's turn to clown with elephant. He's trying to blind it.... Hmmm.....<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191344859037521218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAtcpPV7VUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mZ4aEMKxJkQ/s320/mum,+may+lai+n+i.JPG" border="0" />I couldn't resist biting into the apple!<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191345228404708690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAtc-vV7VVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6eT8anZlwVc/s320/fritz+n+i+in+tuk+tuk.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Fritz and I in the tuk-tuk<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191345825405162850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAtdhfV7VWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mNfAOL0GBr4/s320/korean+boy.JPG" border="0" /> We met this cute little Korean boy on our trip. He's such a joy </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191346220542154098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAtd4fV7VXI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0pyQ3hfRfzI/s320/paula.JPG" border="0" /> Paula of Amazing Race Asia 2 is SO FAMOUS in Thailand. You see posters of her everywhere! She endorses Canon<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191347045175874946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/SAteofV7VYI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-FzRt5hVzns/s320/tuk+tuk.JPG" border="0" />Our ride on the tuk-tuk</div>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-16462124100498867592008-04-18T14:53:00.003+08:002008-04-18T16:16:21.339+08:00Arrggghhhh!!!!<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>I’ve been throwing up the whole morning… I can’t seem to keep my food or my drinks down. It’s terrible, terrible! I'm feeling so bloated these pass few days! </strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>My head feels heavy all the time, i have no mood for anything now, i just want to sleep....<br /><br />O Lord, when is this torment going to be over??? Arrgghhhh.....</strong></span></span>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-46346334755284358302008-04-10T23:12:00.009+08:002008-04-10T23:55:16.289+08:00Of morning sickness and round the clock hunger<div><div align="justify">I guess most of you already know that I’m pregnant and my baby is 7 weeks now. Morning sickness is what I battle through everyday from morning til night and I’m constantly hungry. So the moment I feel hungry, it’s an alarm or warning to start filling my stomach or I will be nauseated which will be followed by a bout of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">vomiting</span> if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i'm</span> still not fed. Baby just can’t wait, huh? Like this morning, at 7am, i was feeling hungry and i had to pacify the little one (even in the womb!), please let mummy sleep a little longer. I'll feed you soon.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">I know that this is my stomach which i think i can still take control off but i think when junior comes into this world and starts crying, there's no way junior will allow me back to sleep until he/she's being fed.... Wow! The joy of motherhood....<br /><br />I went for my very first medical check-up 2 weeks ago and doctor detected a fibroid (a growth in the womb) which is about 5cm x 5cm. I’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ve</span> had this fibroid since 3 years ago and I completely forgot about it until that check-up. However, I was told by doc that I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">mustn</span>’t be doing any heavy duty job and definitely no heavy exercise or walking up and down staircases frequently. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/R_42epWzn4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ea-8GDV705U/s1600-h/5+Weeks.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187643720902877058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/R_42epWzn4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ea-8GDV705U/s400/5+Weeks.png" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><em>at 5 Weeks</em></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">My 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">nd</span> medical check-up was today and my baby is growing at a healthy rate. Thank you, Lord Jesus. But my fibroid has grown too – 6cm x 7cm and I am told to be even more careful and to take extra precaution. However I <span style="font-family:arial;">have</span> a very good doctor and he just practically shares everything of what I need to know about my body, my baby and my fibroid.<br /><br />The best part about this check-up is to see the head and the heartbeat. It’s so tiny but it was a feeling that I can’t describe. It’s beyond happiness to see a life growing inside. It was beautiful. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Kyew</span> was hilarious, to him, “So tiny, can’t see anything”. But I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">couldn</span>’t stop smiling because in the 1st ultrasound, it was just a black spot, but in this 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">nd</span>, I could see a tiny body (looks like the tiny baby kangaroo – refer to the picture slide show of Singapore zoo).</div><div align="justify"> </div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/R_427pWzn5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0w6fuDi7kKY/s1600-h/7+Weeks.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187644219119083410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/R_427pWzn5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0w6fuDi7kKY/s400/7+Weeks.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><strong>at 7 Weeks</strong></div></div>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-52959477897283545092008-03-19T18:21:00.000+08:002008-03-19T18:22:37.134+08:00The Red Cloth<span style="color:#ff0000;">It’s been a real long time… since I’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ve</span> last updated this blog. So many things happened these pass few weeks but so little time to actually sit down, relax and type something good for your reading pleasure.<br /><br />I’m actually stealing some time from my office work… no wait, it’s already after my working hours… so there’s nothing for me to feel guilty about, right?<br /><br />Chinese New Year have come and gone at my very first <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">CNY</span> in my new home that I call my own. It was different from our apartment days cause the apartment <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">doesn</span>’t belong to us. So we put up small deco and even hung the red cloth over our doorpost and most definitely receive comments, which are both positive and negative.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I noticed that Christian Chinese who made the negative remark seemed to be so Christianized that they have forgotten their background and the Chinese culture. Also, some chose to be ignorant of other Chinese culture.<br /><br />I know that in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Klang</span>, not many will hang red cloth over their doorpost for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">CNY</span> unless there is a wedding or some prayer thing. However, in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Melaka</span> the Chinese hang the red cloth for any joyous occasion – wedding, birthdays and Chinese New Year. It is to show to people who pass by the house that there is a good thing that is happening within the household. So, since I’m a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Melaka</span> Straits-born Chinese, I chose to hang the red cloth, which we call “<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Ang</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Chai</span>” for the very same significance. When I was in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Melaka</span> for celebrate my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">CNY</span> with my family, we pass by churches that hung the red cloth too. The cloth makes the churches look so welcoming and fresh.<br /><br />I also remembered many years ago where Pastor Henry shared about the Chinese hanging red cloths over their doorposts. He said that the red cloth also have a symbolic biblical significance. When God wanted Moses to free the Israelites from the Egyptians, the last wrath that God imposed on the Egyptian was that their 1st born would be killed by the angel of death but the Israelites who painted the 3 parts of the doorpost will be spared from this wrath. This took place during the Passover where the angel passed over the house of the Israelites.<br /><br />I’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">ve</span> been wanting to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">bloged</span> about this red cloth story for quite some time and I finally got to. Well, I hope that what I have written here would be an eye opener to the actual significance of the red cloth instead of casting negative remarks, “I thought I’m entering into a Christian home”. As a host, I definitely do feel a little insulted but in my heart, jeer at their ignorance.</span>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-79780853941791259822008-01-11T13:00:00.000+08:002008-01-11T14:02:24.695+08:00SingaporeNow for <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">Singapore</st1:country-region></st1:place>…. Kwang Yew and I had a really great time. I have a wonderful uncle, aunt and cousins. My cousin sis had to give up her room and she had to sleep with her parents on the floor. I love you Gaynor. This is Bukit Panjang, where we stayed.<br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&il=1&channel=360287970204394229&site=widget-f5.slide.com" style="width: 426px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width: 426px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&ad=0&id=360287970204394229&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p1/360287970204394229/un_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&ad=0&id=360287970204394229&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-f5.slide.com/p2/360287970204394229/un_t017_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Kwang Yew and I went to the Singapore Zoo to see happy animals.<br /><br /></p><div><embed src="http://widget-46.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&il=1&channel=360287970204396358&site=widget-46.slide.com" style="width: 426px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width: 426px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&ad=0&id=360287970204396358&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-46.slide.com/p1/360287970204396358/un_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&ad=0&id=360287970204396358&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-46.slide.com/p2/360287970204396358/un_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><p></p><p></p>We even had Ben & Jerry's!!!! Slurp!!!! Their Chocolate Chip Mint Ice-cream was awesome!!!<br /><br />At night, it was <st1:street st="on"><st1:address st="on">Orchard Road</st1:address></st1:street>. Lovely is the word for the Christmas deco. We even had Shrooms (Chicken Burger with Mushroom Sauce by KFC!). Yes guys, we don’t have it here. KFC here very slow and the menu is so pathetic lar….<br /><p class="MsoNormal">And the notion of people thinking <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Singapore</st1:place></st1:country-region> is expensive… NOT true. Most of the things there are almost the same price or less, even after S$ x 2.31, it’s still cheap or about the same. Well of course there are some stuff which are more expensive lar but hey, those stuff, I don’t use, so it doesn’t bother me a bit.</p><br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-56.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&il=1&channel=360287970204396886&site=widget-56.slide.com" style="width: 426px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width: 426px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&ad=0&id=360287970204396886&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p1/360287970204396886/un_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&ad=0&id=360287970204396886&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p2/360287970204396886/un_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /></a></div></div><br />We went to Haw Par Villa (previously known as <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Tiger</st1:placename> <st1:placename st="on">Balm</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">Garden</st1:placetype></st1:place>) on the 31<sup>st</sup> Dec. You guys know this place? The first time when I was there was in 1987, next was in 1995 or 2004. Final visit was the last day of 2007. The place gets more run down each time I went. The place still looks the same to me with all the statues of ancient Chinese folklore and the ever famous 10 Courts of Hell (a good place to bring children to scare them into not sinning… Muahaha!), nothing new was constructed. My uncle told me the place is also haunted… by the account of taxi drivers who passed by there at nights. I didn’t feel a thing when I was there. <p class="MsoNormal">We had lunch in <st1:placename st="on">Vivo</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">City</st1:placetype>, the largest retail mall in <st1:country-region st="on">Singapore</st1:country-region> and it faces <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Sentosa</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">Island</st1:placetype></st1:place>. They even have mini pools at the top floor for children. And did you know that the people in that republic only work ½ day on the 31<sup>st</sup>? How fortunate! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">When we were there, there were some rehearsals going on at the top floor for the countdown that night. The place was jam packed! You could see youngsters trying to be there early to get front seats. I even saw a girl carrying a floor mat! Countdown is such a big thing there that Adrian and Choon Hui went there to join in the Singaporeans.<br /><br /></p><div><embed src="http://widget-bf.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&il=1&channel=360287970204400575&site=widget-bf.slide.com" style="width: 426px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width: 426px; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&ad=0&id=360287970204400575&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-bf.slide.com/p1/360287970204400575/un_t025_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&ad=0&id=360287970204400575&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-bf.slide.com/p2/360287970204400575/un_t025_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well, here are the photos of what we took, from the moment we left Klang to the moment we arrived. Those last few pictures of my watch showing the time, just take the time minus 20 minutes cause my watch is 20 minutes faster. I was bored waiting for the substitute bus and I decided to do something…</p>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-51786847939675950972008-01-08T13:53:00.000+08:002008-01-11T14:03:34.360+08:00The Start of 2008<p class="MsoNormal">What’s it like to start a great new year of 2008?... I don’t know. Don’t know how to answer that question because mine accelerated and hit the curb.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">On the 1<sup>st</sup> of January 2008, on the way back from <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Singapore</st1:place></st1:country-region>, our bus had a break problem and we had to pull over at Seremban highway. That was about 9pm (of which following the schedule, we should reach home by about 10.30pm).</p> <p class="MsoNormal">We waited until 1.30am for a substitute bus to come pick us up! 4½ of waiting! It was crazy! Nevertheless I still thank God for having us reach home safe and sound and in 1 piece.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It hasn’t been a good week and a good new year for me because I started the year with a lot of frustration and anger and all these happened at work.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But I thank God for His strength to pull me through each day and that every end of the day, joy comes back into my life and sustain me for work the next day.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I also thank God for Kim (who worship led last Sunday morn) and for Pastor Ronald Ooi (who shared). The songs that God chose through Kim and the message that God spoke through Pastor Ron served as a good reminder that in everything we go through especially the sorrow, persecution and frustration, He is our strength. And that we should know that our future’s in His hands.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I didn’t know what to make off the next day at work but I now know, no matter what happens, my God will pull me through. My God will make right what is wrong. He’ll turn my mourning into dancing. He’ll trade my sorrow for joy.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">True enough, I had a bad day and I was deeply frustrated. But God kept reminding through his worship songs. When I got home, Kwang Yew had a vcd on, it was “Shout To The Lord 2000” and readings the words and watching how Darlene Zschech lead in worship led, just caused me to burst into tears and I know God was touching me at that time. And the song that was played when I entered my house was, </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b style="">Stanza#1<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">I was in need and I needed a friend<br />I was alone and I needed a hand<br />I was going down but someone rescued me</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><o:p> </o:p><b style="">Chorus<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">My God cares too much to say<br />His mercies are new everyday<br />I get down and prayed<br />and then help is on its way</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><o:p> </o:p><b style="">Stanza#2<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">I walk by faith and not by sight<br />If things go wrong it’ll be alright<br />‘Cause someone’s greater<br />Is watching over me</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><o:p> </o:p><b style="">Bridge<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Now in faith I believe<br />That I’ve got everything I need<br />I walk by faith and not by what I see<br />I’ve got friends in high places<br />I’ve got someone I can call<br />And I’ve got someone watching over me</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><br />Thank you Jesus.</p>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-75039587235878687242008-01-02T22:46:00.000+08:002008-01-02T23:48:14.634+08:00Happy New Year!!!<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;">Blessed New Year everyone! May God bring you lots and lots of peace, love, joy and blessings this 2008.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;">Up next, a new dish i tried before Christmas. I thought it was difficult - gee, silly me, but i wasn't. My first try was for my dad-in-law's thanksgiving dinner.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;">2nd more successful try was for David and Jenny's Christmas Party. Here's how it looked like. I wish i had more creativity to make it yummy and presentable, just like how Su Yin (</span><a href="http://www.cookingismypassion.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;">http://www.cookingismypassion.blogspot.com/</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;">) does to capture her food on photo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150892973529777826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/R3ul3mtMRqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qgdN4DtOdzs/s200/Potato.JPG" border="0" /> </span>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-15952529380530891722007-12-29T23:05:00.000+08:002007-12-29T23:07:58.378+08:00SingaporeWe're in Singapore now - Kyew and I with my parents. Will be doing our countdown to the 2008 New Year here...Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-67601253131759164832007-12-08T21:28:00.000+08:002007-12-09T13:28:07.353+08:00Tis The Season<div align="justify">Christmas is round the corner! Yeah!!! Kwang Yew and I are really excited!<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Well at first, we didn't have that "feel", you know what i mean? And then, the thought that we'll be opening our home for the Christmas Harvest Event... </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Here's a conversation about us getting the feel of Christmas into our house:-</div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Pat: Do you think the house feels kinda not Christmassy without a tree and presents underneath?</span> </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#6633ff;">KY: Yeah, we'll get one.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Pat: Are you sure? You do know we've been spending a lot on the tv and the house, right?</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#6633ff;">KY: Don't worry. Besides, how can we have a Christmas party without a Christmas tree?</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Pat: Are you sure, sure?</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#6633ff;">KY: Yes!</span> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">End of story. So we got our very 1st Big Christmas tree last night and we got the ornaments too. Last year, our tree was only a miserable 1 feet tall, but nice enough to decorate a small apartment.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141597046566533874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/R1qfRcLLuvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JxNZabKkO80/s200/Christmas+Tree.JPG" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">We'll fill the tree with presents later.</span></div><br /><br /><p align="justify">Ok, that's it about the tree. Next mission, fill the house with cheerful songs of wonderful Christmas!</p><p align="justify">Now, for today, i tried another new chicken recipe, my favourite (from Dominos to TGIF) - Buffalo Wings. Why they call it Buffalo Wings? I don't know. But certainly no cattle was sacrificed for this dish... only poultry.</p><p align="justify">It didn't look anything like Dominos or TGIF but it taste even better than Dominos and TGIF put together.... hahaha..... this is something i can, without a doubt feel unashamed to praise myself. And it's real Hot & Spicy. Ky's lips was puffing up when he savoured his portion of wings.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141601539102325506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/R1qjW8LLuwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/S8DIgQy9I1E/s200/Buffalo+Wings.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="justify">It looked liked a burned pisang goreng, but it's not. I hope i can make this dish again but i gotta improvise a little... not the ingredients but the equipments - a deep fryer and an oven (hint hint to you, My darling hubby)</p>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-84874975684666910982007-11-25T01:11:00.000+08:002007-11-25T01:16:40.203+08:00Provoked?<div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Don and David have been encouraging me to update a new post (“Update you blog lar, Pat.”) and leaving me ideas on my chat box and yet I still couldn’t think about what to blog until I read Don’s blog.<br /><br />Well, what I’m posting is completely different from Don’s latest post on ciggys, drugs and Jack Daniels / Carlsberg / Smirnoff aka alcohol.<br /><br />Provoke, I name it…. Simply put it, is there anyone who’s been provoking you lately or all the time? If yes, what did you do? Do you keep quiet about it? Do you approach the person and tell him/her off? Do you gossip about it? And then, what happens? Do you let it go? Do you forgive? Do you still talk about it and get all upset even after forgiving and trying to let it go?<br /><br />We’re not all perfect but we ought to try to be perfect because Jesus called us to. The bible says in Matthew, Jesus instructed his disciple to forgive seventy times seven times. Come on ya’ll… are you gonna start counting how many times you’re gonna be forgiving others?<br /><br />Trust me, by the time you reach the fifth, you’ll completely forget how times you’ve forgiven.<br /><br />How about speaking ill of the one you dislike (or who you deemed has provoked you dislike aka hate him/her)? Does that account to back-stabbing?<br /><br />You see, the reason I’m asking these questions are because I’ve encountered two similar incidents, same gender but different age.<br /><br />Firstly, at my workplace – a discussion about another colleague (negative of course) by older men.<br /><br />Second, another discussion about another brother in cell (duh… negative again) by younger boys.<br /><br />Gee… time sure have change. Women are usually stereotyped to be gossipers and rumour mongler (whatever or however you spell it). But now…. men and boys too! What horror!<br /><br />In church we speak of unity among brothers and sisters in Christ. The bible teaches to love your neighbour as yourself but this objective will sure be hard to achieve if we can’t control our tongue. Mother use to tell me as I was growing up, “If you have nothing good to say, DON’T say it.”</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-43970641691257301292007-11-10T00:19:00.000+08:002007-11-10T01:11:46.612+08:00Home Sweet Home<div align="center">Here are the photos guys... for those who have not been to my house<br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130881013897593458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RzSNGPopgnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/6cw2bLcGGAo/s200/My+Home.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">My house from the front<br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130881593718178434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RzSNn_opgoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Rxe8kM4oCd4/s200/Living.JPG" border="0" /><br /></p><div align="center">Where all the fun comes from in cell group<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130882031804842642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RzSOBfopgpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/S4Zl_0pgI4Y/s200/Dining.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Where the feasting is.....<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130882731884511906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RzSOqPopgqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JhzncWroRlk/s200/My+Lovely+Messy+Kitchen.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">My lovely messy kitchen.... my favourite place in the house<br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130883195740979890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RzSPFPopgrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UYUuwoVTXOo/s200/Those+Cabinets+Are+High.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">You know, the kitchen cabinet is so high! Need a chair lah...<br /></p><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130884183583457986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RzSP-vopgsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jirkX0xOfO8/s200/Wash+Area.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Tempat cuci baju...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130885154246066898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RzSQ3PopgtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NzyB7GxcgRo/s200/Staircase.JPG" border="0" /><br />This is what you take to go upstairs ya'll...<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130885523613254370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VrMxv1h4VZw/RzSRMvopguI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZiOGdn8mCE8/s200/Lounge.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Bean bags are missing here....<br /><br /></p><p align="center">I LOVE MY NEW HOME!</p><p></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-46728729503882138952007-11-01T14:53:00.000+08:002007-11-01T15:25:12.765+08:00CSI<span style="font-family:courier new;">I was watching CSI on AXN last night and as usual, the storyline is always good.<br /><br />Last night’s episode is about a group of teenagers headed by an adult to go “fannysmacking” another term for beating up tourist just for the fun of it. It’s like a party to these “kids” to bash up any tourist they come across.<br /><br />And of course they did kill one person (he’s not a tourist but he became a practice tool before they go for the real “fannysmacking”). But inevitably, they can’t escape law and the law caught up with them and nabs them.<br /><br />What intrigues me the most, which resulted in my first post for the month of November was the closing statement made by Grissom regarding the children of today.<br /><br />I can’t exactly make it out word for word but it has this meaning… The law of the current state provides a principle where they can do and explore whatever they want and have no conscience and get away with it. Soon, it becomes something that they do not feel guilty of.<br /><br />I had this discussion with KY after the drama because in the US the law protect children under the age of 18 or 16 depending which state. So much so that even if the parent would want to discipline the child for something wrong that he/she did, the parent cannot spank or lay their hands on their child, or else they can be jailed for child abuse.<br /><br />They have too much of freedom and protection that children become wild and out of control and thereafter go on the rampage. Sometimes, we question the parent’s ability to bring up good children. Sometimes, we question the children themselves (teenagers especially) because at this age, they should already know how to distinguish right and wrong.<br /><br />But the statement that Grissom made, questions the constitution and the government. He hit the nail right at the head.</span>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-50896189434293414222007-10-29T00:05:00.000+08:002007-10-29T00:09:55.798+08:00My Father<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;">It was a trying week for me last week.<br /><br />First I had to snoop and I had to do a sudden spot-check on trucks, then it was 2 days of interrogation to get the truth out for the reason of the stock lost in the last stock take – no one wanted to reveal the mastermind.<br /><br />This spot-check will caused a big number of staff to lose their job because of our findings and most likely get some of them sentenced to jail but what’s worse, which made me depress was seeing the truck driver, a man cry and pleading because he doesn’t want to go to jail.<br /><br />I felt sick in the stomach and I lost sleep, appetite and concentration. I fell into depression. I just didn’t want to talk to anyone. I wanted to be a social outcast. I just wanted to avoid everyone. My heart and spirit was so broken.<br /><br />On top of that Dad was admitted to the hospital and when he got out, my dad-in-law went into the hospital.<br /><br />But I want to give thanks to God, my heavenly Father. He never fails to amaze me because He brought the young people into my life, in R2Y cell. God gave me an encounter with Him that night. I never told any of them about what I went through but they prayed, they prayed for the sick, sick physically, sick in the heart, sick emotionally and sick spiritually and I needed that. That very night, God healed me. I was up and about the next morning (yesterday morning).<br /><br />Another wonderful thing He did, my petrol ran really really low yesterday morning as I was on the way to work. And I didn’t expect a horrible horrible jam to happen, and it did. I panicked and I panicked real bad because I didn’t want to terribly embarrassed by having to push my car if it choose to stall.<br /><br />I prayed, ok, I prayed. I prayed that, “God, you gotta give me a miracle. Don’t let the petrol needle move towards “E”, please. Please help me last ‘til I get to the office and to the petrol station afterwards. Please, a MIRACLE”. I left it in God’s hands.<br /><br />Then I saw a car with a heated up engine, I nearly panicked but I was more calm and added another note to that list of prayer I did earlier. I reached the office and I managed to get to Petronas (at Tesco) to fill up.<br /><br />So God is good with all His miraculous doing. He’s the best Father anyone could ever have! </span>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-41070832540996705872007-10-08T23:52:00.000+08:002007-10-09T00:12:52.622+08:00A Feel Of Moving...I haven't taken proper pics of the house but i sure do have some moving out and helpers photos.<br /><br /><p style="visibility:visible;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-5f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"><param name="movie" value="http://widget-5f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="scale" value="noscale" /><param name="salign" value="l" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/> <param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&il=1&channel=360287970201812319&site=widget-5f.slide.com"/></object><p><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&ad=0&id=360287970201812319&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/p1/360287970201812319/ms_t040_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&ad=0&id=360287970201812319&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/p2/360287970201812319/ms_t040_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></p></p>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-79658909314485561472007-10-05T23:44:00.000+08:002007-10-06T00:30:14.292+08:00Finally! Botanic....<span style="color:#339999;">Announcement! Announcement! We have finally moved to Bandar Botanic! After days of packing we have finally moved ALL of our stuffs here. I have only lived in Prima Bayu for 11 months and i have so much of "barang"! Pengsan....</span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#339999;">So it's definitely a lot of hard work and determination. It's tiring, but the fruit is good. And we finally have a place to call our own.</span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#339999;">Kwang Yew and my appreciation goes out to Mum (Kwang Yew's mother), Ivan, Don and Fritz for helping us with the moving. Mum and Friz helped us wash the house. Ivan and Don had to do the hard labour of lugging the furnitures and cartons.</span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#339999;">We would also like to thank my Dad and Mum for their support in other areas of our lives with this house. They sponsored alot of "barang-barang"!</span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#339999;">It's really awesome that God brought these people into our lives. Without them, honestly i'll go crazy. So Lord, our utmost gratitude and thanks, praise and honour unto Your name. All glory goes to You.</span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#339999;">I would love to take some pics right now but i don't want to with the house being messy and lots of stuff to un-pack (darn!). So, i'll post up some pics when the house is more presentably looking.</span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#339999;">I gotta chiao now... my eyes gonna close already. Gosh! It's 12.20am! And they (Kyew, Fritz, Don and Ivan) are making the last trip to the apartment to take the last of stuffs.</span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#339999;">Ivan was with us from morning 11am and Don was with us from lunch! Kesian... but no worries, we have the right mind to take them out for HUGE makan. Where ah?... TGIF, Victoria or hmm.... Mamak....? Hahaha....</span>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693823931324150363.post-84510804980156711822007-10-01T14:46:00.000+08:002007-10-01T15:26:20.853+08:00Botanic.... so near yet so far<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"><strong>I’ve been like waiting for ages to get my own place. And no, the apartment isn’t my place neither is Kyew’s.<br /><br />We finally got the house and we thought, “Hey! Perfect, pretty soon we’ll move out of the apartment and move into the our very own home – a nice cozy house.”<br /><br />But of course, it’s definitely too good to be true to have everything running so smoothly. Firstly, with the delay on the contractor’s side. Then, the delay because of the weather and I still haven’t moved in!<br />What’s worse is that I HATE PACKING!!! Just the thought of it, makes me dizzy. And so far, I’ve only packed my books. I kept procrastinating day after day until I’m quite irritated with myself.<br /><br />Oh Lord, help me to be a little more initiative or even move an inch of my muscle just to start packing or we will all be rushing and I will go crazy rushing around.<br /><br />Ok, cool cool. Need to side-track a bit. One regret I have about the new house – I’ve forgotten to take a before and after photo of the house. Looks like I can only take a before furnishing and after furnishing photos.<br /><br />Hey there, you reading this post, better offer yourselves to help your commander and I out, ah… (evil grin…). As promised lar, I will make sure I prepare scrumptious meal for you all lar. A promise is a promise.<br /><br />UPSR week, so it’s school holidays, you all free already mah…. Haha….</strong></span>Dove Worldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14167950484201236245noreply@blogger.com0