tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89400862024-03-13T08:30:38.488+08:00The Inner meA peek into my weakness slowly being perfected for His glory!-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.comBlogger442125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-29724186549020250452007-04-25T18:39:00.000+08:002007-05-03T10:07:02.086+08:00Moved!I'll leave this blog open for a while more until all of you know about the moving of my web-log.<br /><br />The new home is <a href="http://theophilus84.wordpress.com">here </a>at: http://theophilus84.wordpress.com<br /><br />:)-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-17592396424717885702007-04-24T21:12:00.000+08:002007-04-24T21:19:34.971+08:00I'm sorry to hear of itOn sunday night, I was feeling very sad. Specifically, the thought that was running through my mind was what it would be like to lose my parents. Why so morbid rite? I think there was a reason to it.<br /><br />Monday afternoon, I got a very shocking sms from my dad. I was so shocked I didn't know what to do.I felt sad.<br /><br />I don't know what to say to comfort you and your family. But, I thank God your father received Christ. When my grandmother passedaway, the one thing that gave me comfort was that she is now with the Lord. That was my greatest comfort. I think it will be for you too. It's a great thing!! To be so rest assured that he is up there with Big Guy! :) I will continue to pray for your family.<br /><br />Meanwhile, I thought this song is quite nice. The story is a bit irrelevant (i think) but the words of the chorus are comforting. It's what I call an <span style="font-style: italic;">honest</span> song.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Held</span> by Natalie Grant<br /><br /><span class="txt_1">Two months is too little. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> They let him go. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> They had no sudden healing. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> To think that providence would </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> Take a child from his mother while she prays </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> Is appalling. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> Who told us we'd be rescued? </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares? </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> We're asking why this happens </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> To us who have died to live? </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> It's unfair. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> Chorus: </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> This is what it means to be held. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> And you survive. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> This is what it is to be loved. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> And to know that the promise was </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> When everything fell we'd be held. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> This hand is bitterness. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> We want to taste it, let the hatred know our sorrow. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> (Chorus) </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> This is what it means to be held. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> And you survive. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> This is what it is to be loved. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> And to know that the promise was </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> When everything fell we'd be held. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> Bridge: </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> If hope is born of suffering. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> If this is only the beginning. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior? </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> (Chorus) </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> This is what it means to be held. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> And you survive. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> This is what it is to be loved. </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> And to know that the promise was </span><br /><span class="txt_1"> When everything fell we'd be held.</span><br /></div>-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-6065404146863864332007-04-21T01:09:00.000+08:002007-04-21T01:42:06.029+08:00Last lapThe last lap is equally important, if not more, than the beginning of a race. You start well, you end well. The end matters!!! That is why I am not slacking in my last semester in NUS. Yes, i know it won't make much of a difference to the degree scroll I will receive but I am to do my best because all I do I'm suppose to do for the glory of God! :)<br /><br />But, this last lap has been a struggle! The past week has been such a great struggle just trying to study! Sigh.<br /><br />Exams will end soon. 30th April! After that, no more (written) exams for a long time...<br /><br />Sigh. So sad that it will end so soon. Exams. Uni life.<br /><br />okay. time to sleep.-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-40033056247552528342007-04-14T22:37:00.000+08:002007-04-14T23:38:58.016+08:00two cents worth?A lot of things running through my mind these few days. I don't want an extremely lengthy post but I like blogging for archive sake.<br /><br />I feel that life is interesting because it is peppered with interesting, unexpected things that happens.<br /><br />This semester, God brought me a friend whom I think is very interesting. When we first had a meal together, I found out we share one same hobby!!! I went for an event he organised last night and I was the camerawoman. So, today my friend sent out a picture that i took and he mentioned this: <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">*I didn't take this shot myself. I found someone who is like-minded! </span>And I smiled because I think it's so nice to know someone thinks the same way as you. It's so nice to meet someone whom you know share certain hobbies or ideas with you. Don't you feel so?! It's like meeting a long lost twin. hehe. Maybe it'll be interesting to think about the friends you have and the special thing that you both share. Don't that make your friendship even more special? :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">xxx<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />For lunch today, I cooked. It's always good to hang out with friends from the same kampung - especially after so long! But, today I relive my childhood. Some of you know the friendship I have with David - a platonic friendship that started since we were kids. We've grown up and God in HIS goodness, brought us both to Singapore - a company we really appreciate! But today, we did something that we as kids used to do <span style="font-style: italic;">very </span>often. I don't know if he remembers it or not. But, he used to come to my house after church and then we'll sit at the piano - playing and singing. Today we did the same thing. And I think that was special. :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">xxx<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Shelby wrote on our church songbook that she so thoughtfully gave to me: <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">May you be able to use it in times when there's silence that needs filling with song. </span>There have been aplenty time where <span style="font-style: italic;">there's silence that needs filling with songs.</span> And although I'm no sweet sounding songbird, I <span style="font-weight: bold;">love</span> to sing. Music fills a certain emptiness within. Music has a special place in my heart. And there are a lot of times, music (like poetry) echoes the things in our hearts much more competently that just mere words.<br /><br />And in the past two days, there's a desire to sing which is much greater than any ordinary days.<br /><br />And when times like this come, I miss shelby much more!!! :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">xxx<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Weng Yan celebrated her 23rd birthday 5 days ago. Jee Leng, my sister, celebrated her 18th birthday 4 days ago. Jon celebrated his 24th birthday yesterday. With all the birthdays taking place, I'm just brought to realise how time <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> flies once you hit 20! One better make sure time is spent wisely, life is spent interesting and beneficially before it is all over.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">xxx<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I thank God for everything!!! :)<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-82606878086819886462007-04-13T23:53:00.000+08:002007-04-14T18:57:26.874+08:00Cheers....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhucRrJOeU7qWbd00l-77q8DaD4Vry-VopvFgBeBDtQlxg_Icd8-dt5BiVk4PQ-C0_-tCa14KBB8Y8_c9s28M2qrRpA54dSDLJPcpfBCAmNgSWL5AtwLtBzAfqG2V72h82eXrRrog/s1600-h/28-06-05_0523.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhucRrJOeU7qWbd00l-77q8DaD4Vry-VopvFgBeBDtQlxg_Icd8-dt5BiVk4PQ-C0_-tCa14KBB8Y8_c9s28M2qrRpA54dSDLJPcpfBCAmNgSWL5AtwLtBzAfqG2V72h82eXrRrog/s400/28-06-05_0523.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053235655457950434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">HAPPY 24TH BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">Here's wishing you a very happy and blessed 24th Birthday.<br /><br />May your 24th year on earth see plenty of God's goodness, faithfulness, love and blessings!<br /><br />Take care!!!!<br /><br />:) :)<br /></div></div>-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-44502576994289594102007-04-11T22:08:00.000+08:002007-04-12T13:13:12.876+08:00Rewind...<span lang="EN-GB">It’s really a pleasant surprise when Andrew Cowell touched on some issues that wer</span><span lang="EN-GB">e in my mind and heart. I would make special efforts just to hear Andrew Cowell preach! From the way he preaches, you can tell, this man doesn’t play a fool with God. He doesn’t play a fool with man too. Preachers usually stand up there and <i style="">try</i> not to offend their audience. You <b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">have</b><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> </span>to hear Andrew preach! He’s really really good! But it was such a sad thing that there were so few people at the conference. I’m so afraid that as we celebrate Good Friday and Easter, it becomes like a routine, we don’t want to look and re-look at Jesus’ crucifixion and Resurrection because we think we’ve gotten all that we could about it. After </span><span lang="EN-GB">all, we’ve been in church for so many years.</span><span lang="EN-GB"> Gosh. I pray we’ll <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" >never</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </span>get tired of it!!!</span> Okay, pictures!<br /><br />On Monday, we celebrated Weng Yan's birthday. <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Happy 23rd birthday</span> </span>girl!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPkW0PL3-Mf1jQUzx_RFVEWwAiPff8Z6zy-BV9chTws5tUT1kfjNHcfvw6r3mloOhOGuZm7h7G5ZNYqHnPASHx7bc7rsnWnhUc2Oiy4-oVpvqsRniGaTSAURXe_eM7UguT5gW_eA/s1600-h/DSC00009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPkW0PL3-Mf1jQUzx_RFVEWwAiPff8Z6zy-BV9chTws5tUT1kfjNHcfvw6r3mloOhOGuZm7h7G5ZNYqHnPASHx7bc7rsnWnhUc2Oiy4-oVpvqsRniGaTSAURXe_eM7UguT5gW_eA/s200/DSC00009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052177809307912802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGvdTqNRNWojdjCuhPYOWlz7Z5l3sCdn9kMgwjhTF01tEC383tJV0Gm5E_JHSKC8Kad-SlwEYmEw3SgAkXQSSYLSh9rJrPMZM84ksUVQoR6bKN051JyJlcHe4bspWZWntWf7YsAg/s1600-h/DSC00011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGvdTqNRNWojdjCuhPYOWlz7Z5l3sCdn9kMgwjhTF01tEC383tJV0Gm5E_JHSKC8Kad-SlwEYmEw3SgAkXQSSYLSh9rJrPMZM84ksUVQoR6bKN051JyJlcHe4bspWZWntWf7YsAg/s200/DSC00011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052178084185819778" border="0" /></a><br />On Tuesday, my classmates and I went to East Coast Park. I didn't want to go initially coz I was feeling quite tired having arrived in Singapore only on tuesday morning. Plus, i've a paper due on friday (which as of now, i've not written anything yet). But, my friends were quite insistent on my going. I told myself that I could spend some time just relaxing! haha. Of course, after praying I felt peace about going. So, I went... And I'm so glad I did. We cycled for 1 hour! Now, my butt hurts!!! :( Had dinner and then we left.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ttp4p2VrxykATtaXutMt1WFkI96yOUJnmd6BR18AXqKqGu9F-QLNq38kJM8w2PlwldTudEgHpnXesYPUARPPh_ABFCoQwRx72-xLntDoT0y3K0bNVthqp4FV7WlVLcIr_slsIQ/s1600-h/DSC00703.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ttp4p2VrxykATtaXutMt1WFkI96yOUJnmd6BR18AXqKqGu9F-QLNq38kJM8w2PlwldTudEgHpnXesYPUARPPh_ABFCoQwRx72-xLntDoT0y3K0bNVthqp4FV7WlVLcIr_slsIQ/s200/DSC00703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052178578107058850" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEzuY7WZsC_Zokolgu-IQhNtmi3fiLRn-cgKwFiETejog6Rxm7nKGBLuECS8QI4Ux_B76jeS2Rh8UYv0FJxs5MyiMbVb2bFIvI5KUOFVIQGclWKYINy9MZUOf1ySeWMXdJ-aqdQ/s1600-h/DSC00704.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEzuY7WZsC_Zokolgu-IQhNtmi3fiLRn-cgKwFiETejog6Rxm7nKGBLuECS8QI4Ux_B76jeS2Rh8UYv0FJxs5MyiMbVb2bFIvI5KUOFVIQGclWKYINy9MZUOf1ySeWMXdJ-aqdQ/s200/DSC00704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052178728430914226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4tiNL87-Af2pVjvLi_ZnqtybBCGf49GBYXDa9XHz8KzZPprspRg34eWXFlcxe7KvBGLRHo72mtgmXivDZojHdt2JDvA8XBTteHBcqh98AYCNTVlEdrSGPQ75_1s14QcSlSNMuSA/s1600-h/DSC00702.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4tiNL87-Af2pVjvLi_ZnqtybBCGf49GBYXDa9XHz8KzZPprspRg34eWXFlcxe7KvBGLRHo72mtgmXivDZojHdt2JDvA8XBTteHBcqh98AYCNTVlEdrSGPQ75_1s14QcSlSNMuSA/s200/DSC00702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052178376243595922" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Oe5xKF9UwUsZ9Kspk7eINjoPfpZL3t-OMwChyzPbRXZ9MjvJi8vksqqfh6f03KWjyjmvKRP3NnEvbqzVdFyRsiXsmr4yFnkRReml68fo22g1YzrlGP89JWnOAjKZRp8bCvGUJQ/s1600-h/DSC00706.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Oe5xKF9UwUsZ9Kspk7eINjoPfpZL3t-OMwChyzPbRXZ9MjvJi8vksqqfh6f03KWjyjmvKRP3NnEvbqzVdFyRsiXsmr4yFnkRReml68fo22g1YzrlGP89JWnOAjKZRp8bCvGUJQ/s200/DSC00706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052178874459802306" border="0" /></a><br />On the bus, Mich and I were laughing our heads off as we were watching stuffs on TV Mobile - esp when they showed Phua Chu Kang. Gosh. Ade, u imagine this ok. Mich and I have the loudest of laughters in the whole EL dept. Put the two of us together, you can be assured of a very fun class! But, on the bus, we got heads turning, yes la, when we laugh! But, mind you, our laughters were at a very controlled level!!!!<br /><br />So much work to do but all I feel like doing is sleeping!-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-62460779172657413922007-04-03T23:59:00.000+08:002007-04-04T01:37:43.470+08:00RethinkingAfter<s> studying </s> freezing in YIH study room, I decided to walk into the society's area. Why? I don't know. For no reason at all. I just had such a compulsion. While walking there I saw Nathanael, so I stopped and said my "hello" and then proceeded to the society's area. I looked at the Nus Navigator's table and thought to myself that there isn't anything different about this table. Everything looks the same. Why am I here? What am I looking for? I thought it was just one more of my aimless walks. So, I pulled the chair out and sat there looking aimlessly at the bookshelf I've never really took note of. And then, I skimmed through the books that were there and 1 book particularly caught my attention. It was an old book. Its cover was yellow and the pages were yellow too - an indication of an aged book. Nothing spectacular about the cover (I have a thing for cover pages!). But, it's title were screaming "<span style="font-weight: bold;">Pick me UP!</span>". It was: Shadow of the Almighty.<br /><br />Ever since <span style="font-style: italic;">Walk His Trail</span>, I've been wanting to read <span style="font-style: italic;">Shadow of the Almighty </span>and<span style="font-style: italic;"> Through Gates of Splendour. </span>But, I've never been able to get hold of those books. I picked up <span style="font-style: italic;">Shadow of the Almighty</span> and took a good look at the cover page. Read the dedication, acknowledgement. Paused for a while, thinking "do I have time to read this? I've just started on one book and barely moving forward. Do I abandon that book and read this? But, I have other books to read - <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">academic</span> ones." I took out the notebook that records all the books borrowed and notice that many people have borrowed books for years and they have no return date recorded. So the <span style="font-style: italic;">kiasu</span> side of me thought if I don't grab hold of this book, either someone will grab it or I will forget. So, I recorded the details of the book in the logbook. Left society's area.<br /><br />The book is really challenging me in my ways. Amongst it, is my desire to go to India. A few things have kept the thought of going to India in the backburner of my mind. Don't ask me why. haha. I never knew Jim Elliot had a passion for India. Little did I realise, reading the words "India" makes my heart skip a beat. I don't know why. But, it's making me rethink of my desire to go to India. Maybe it shouldn't be in the backburner anymore. Maybe I should really seriously start reconsider, rethink, go through another process of seeking the Lord again.<br /><br />Lord, guide me! :)-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-54853907944994715212007-04-02T11:27:00.000+08:002007-04-02T11:59:48.478+08:00vices<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">For our group project, we decided </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">to</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> research on food blogs, which in my opinion sets us for temptation. Food</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> blog is quite an</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> interesting field</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> in the blogosphere.</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> But, too much temptation for me!</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> Haha.</span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">The shopper side of me is trying to come out and it has successfully</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> tempted me to go shopping. But, what is shopping</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> without your <i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">kaki?</i> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><b style="">Boring!</b></span> </span>I miss Joshua. Haha. You know why! </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p><br /><br />I miss having the luxury of time and a</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> car! The thing about shopping (not</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> window</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> shopping) is that if you can’t</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> get something in one place, you’d want to hunt for it in another place. But, if</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> you have no time or no car,</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> you’d ju</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">st have to wait for another</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> day. </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">And you know, it’s torture to</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> have that urge in you but you can’t fulfil it! Argh.</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">Saturday I went out with my roommate and her classmate. It was okay. I thought since they </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">wanted to</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> shop, it’ll be</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> okay. But, there were a</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> few reasons </span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">why it wasn’t really an</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> exciting shopping time. 1) They are of different socio-economic level – theirs higher, min</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">e lower. Hah! 2) They</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> were shopping for clothes, which</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> wasn’t what I really wanted. If I shop</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> for clothes, I’d n</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">eed <b style="">man</b></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"><b style="">y</b> hours. 2 hours is barely</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> enough! So, I didn’t get to sho</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">p what I wanted. But,</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> overall, it was okay. I didn’t hate it.</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> Coz the company was good too. If I didn’t had such strong shopping</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> urge</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">s, the experience would have</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> been almost perfect. Haha.</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;">Oh, I need to share this very hilarious thing with you! All my life I’ve nicknames given to me, but barely do people get my name wrong. I used to have a teacher who would rather call me by my nickname than my real name. Weird! I corrected her many times before but she still prefer that than my real name. BUT, anyway, my church elder has gotten my name wrong and I do not know how to correct him. He calls me Ginny/Jeannie. Argh! I’m still trying to figure out which one <i style="">he thinks</i> my name is. But, I don’t understand…so many people get my name right. Why can’t he? We’re even in the same bible study group. Funny la. I think everyone else in the bible study group knows that he gets my name wrong. I don’t know how to correct him. “Uncle Eric, my name is not Ginny. It’s Jee Lee” Like that ar? The thing is Ginny/Jeanie and Jee Lee sounds so similar. Sigh. Maybe I should just adopt the name Ginny. But it’s disgusting la. Ginny Lye Jee Lee. Wah Crap!!! That’s like Lily Lim Lee Lee. Bleah!!!! <span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;"><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:11;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-26951719816920479982007-03-29T23:28:00.000+08:002007-03-30T00:59:19.466+08:00Pleasant surprises!During last night's rally, I looked at Roy and I kept thinking to myself, "If he was my age, i'd marry him." There's really something attractive about Roy and I can't really pin point what it is - <span style="font-style: italic;">until</span> last night! When I went to bed and I was talking to Jiaying, my roommate!, I was trying to tell her what exactly I like about Roy - the one thing that makes him so special and unique, the one thing that really stands out, I manage to put it into words. Two things: humility and meakness. The two very thing that attracted me. I always tell people that I like noisy guys coz they make me less noisy or rather, they make me <span style="font-style: italic;">seem</span> less noisy. haha. But, I realise I have a very soft spot for quiet guys. Not that noisy guys are terrible or that quiet guys are very nice. It's just unique. But the thing about Roy, apart from his humility and meakness, is also his sincerity. I have never met another man (other than my dad) who spoke to me with such sincerity, so interested in my life, so humble because he didn't come to me as if he's the teacher wanting to impart some great knowledge to me - even though he's in the Singapore Nav leadership, and the way he talks about his wife - oh my goodness! never have i heard anyone spoken like that about his wife. I mean, yeah, they all say nice things about their wives, but Roy is different!<br /><br />And then today, i thought to myself: I have no time to have lunch coz i should go to as5 and prepare for the presentation. But, as I got out of the tutorial, Gary said "Do you want to hear me sing a song I composed?" Yes, I do. And so we just ended up walking towards YIH for lunch. He taught us the song and interestingly, the first line of the song has both the words that describe Roy: Humble & Meak! Oh gosh.<br /><br />Of course, then, there's always that extra bonus of meeting <span style="font-style: italic;">the </span>good-looking guy who is oh-so-hot. And today, fate brought us together. I saw him 3 times today!!! All unexpected! Woah. God, can this be the one?! Okay, i'm being funny here. He's got this arrogance air in him, even though I don't think he is. Well, I can't expect everyone to be like me. I'm just a weird species.<br /><br />Let me tell you wat happened.<br /><br />Ade and I were walking up the stairs, after class, when we bumped into him. So, I gave ade the "that's him!!!" look and well, she apologised for almost bumping into him. He on the other hand, gave no reaction whatsoever. it's like as if he didnt see her, he didnt notice us, he didnt hear the sorry. Well, fine if he really didn't hear the sorry. but, hey, i'm sure he can offer a smile at least rite? NOPE! nothing at all.<br /><br />So, i made a comment: He's so <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">dao</span> (arrogant) la! And then, i went on to explain why. Apparently, ade don't think so. Not everyone smiles at everyone else. i'm just weird. Maybe that's why i've been given a new nickname: <span style="font-weight: bold;">windscreen wiper</span> - for waving at ppl when i see them! Sigh.<br /><br />Still, a plesant surprise nonetheless - seeing oh-so-hot good looking guys! haha<br /><br />What a turn of events. Yesterday was probably my bluest of all days! It was like as if the whole world had its back on me. People said the wrong thing. People did the wrong thing. Bad things happened. I cried.<br /><br />God is good still!!!! very good!-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-71647725872459167872007-03-29T10:02:00.000+08:002007-03-29T10:07:16.719+08:00ahhhhhhhhHaven't led worship in ages!<br /><br />I've just finished my very last minute presentation for later and now suppose to prepare for worship leading. I don't know where to start.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOy5pDFJSLaiDS93Waf5phAYgFSLckYQnbgdKv7J43xvetXC-_THlldgLzBPoRUWFdopCzFohH2LAxp_dYCg6K5DcjpCpH9QfgpQrpJ6dXXR_e2CH_yPLHhYg8uaEf2pW9aAh7g/s1600-h/ladysinging.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOy5pDFJSLaiDS93Waf5phAYgFSLckYQnbgdKv7J43xvetXC-_THlldgLzBPoRUWFdopCzFohH2LAxp_dYCg6K5DcjpCpH9QfgpQrpJ6dXXR_e2CH_yPLHhYg8uaEf2pW9aAh7g/s320/ladysinging.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047162108902592466" border="0" /></a><br />Bleah.-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-46307349788236825192007-03-25T23:25:00.000+08:002007-03-26T02:39:38.569+08:00A few inspired things...Blogging is such a funny domain. It's public and all we bloggers know that. So, we (knowingly or not) choose what to reveal in our blogs. So there's that sense of restriction. Yet at the same time, we blog to communicate our feelings, issues that bother us -almost like journaling in a diary, except that this is no secret! Don't bloggers find it an almost conflicting reasons to blog? It's really weird you know. Some people treat blogs like diaries. Some others make sure that their blogs do not reveal too much of themselves that they choose very carefully what to write about and how to write it. How much of the real person do we get from reading blogs?<br /><br />Why all this critique of blogs suddenly? That's because I've just finished writing 2985 words on Malaysian female undergraduate blogs. It is the language and internet project that I was talking (or rather, complaining) about yesterday. Looking back at my previous post, i guess, I've finally reached 2985 words, and so my worry of not being able to reach 2.5k words was invalid. My word limit is 3k. I still have yet to write an Abstract. 3000-2985=15. I can't possible write 15 words for an Abstract. That can probably pass for a relatively short sentence. I have a very prolix writing style. One sentence for me can be as long as 55 words. I can break that down to 3 sentences. Why do I write in such an irritating way? I don't understand too. That is why there is a desperate need for editting! Everytime I write a sentence and i notice it is long, i must make sure I cut it down into 2-3 seperate sentences. Sigh.<br /><br />This post is seemingly unmotivated.<br /><br />I almost couldn't get up for church this morning. After switching off the alarm, I crawled back to my bed to get my 5 minutes delay. Of course, the 5 minutes became 20 minutes. Well, technically, I kept telling myself to get up but let's just say the flesh is weak. Whatever it is, I wasn't late for church today! So, yay! Church hall was quite full today coz the many missionaries around for the Emmaus Conference for the next 3 days! Saw Peter Ferry. The last time I saw Peter Ferry was many many years ago. He was Life Chapel's assembly camp speaker! And that camp marked my first appearance in the big congregation to share a testimony (or something like that). I almost wanted to get Peter Ferry to imitate the bird sounds that he could do!! You guys remember it don't you? But, I realised now that people ask me if i'm working already, which tells me that i don't look young enough to go up to an old man to ask him to do tricks with his hands for my amusement. So, I refrained myself of course. Hahah!!!<br /><br />Sermon today was good. I really enjoyed worship in church today too. It never fail to amuse me how the church has a grand piano in the front of the hall but morning worship is done without any musical accompaniment. And so we rely on uncles in the church to remember tunes to hymns and then there'll be rare occasions like today where we'll start correctly and half way through the first verse, we'd realise that we got the tune wrong. so, try again. Most of the time, on our second try, we'd get it right. Today, we got it right only on our 5th or 6th attempt! It was quite funny. AND, we had guests with us. haha. I wonder if they see the piano and wonder as I do. But you know, when I first attended this church, I couldn't take it la. The least Life Chapel had was piano accompaniment. Most other brethren churches have a full band! It really took some adjusting to. It even came to a point where I couldn't enjoy worship and I started to think, if the worship in church is so dead, I have to start looking for other church edi. It is not too late since I still have my letter of commendation with me! Haha. Yeah, talk about the fear of commitment man! After 2.5 years, I still have the letter of commendation and have never given it out. Anyway, I came to realise that the issue was with me and not with music or not. Sure, music play a huge <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" >huge</span> part in my life. But, I guess, worship was more than music and inasmuch as I still do not understand why there is such an arrangement in the church, I respect it and i'm now more or less used to it edi... And it's such a blessing you know. I'm not judging but I'm just saying what I see. I see a super friendly, caring and loving group of people in the church. Super sacrificial. And in the small group of people I know, I see very godly men and women - heart all to serve our mighty God, to live lives that gives glory to God - as He is deserving! I'm not saying they are all like angels ar! But, I'm just saying that I'm very encouraged by the hearts of some people - especially the church leaders. They really are something! Very humble men...really!<br /><br />And all this talk about them reminds me of uncle Eric Kirton. I'm sad to hear the passing away of (as Jon acknowledges him as) <span><span style="font-style: italic;">the last true Brethren missionary. </span>Uncle Eric Kirton has truly inspired many by the way he lived his life - giving all glory to God, in strict obedience towards God, giving God only the best, a broken and humble man. A man whom i'm very sure God was pleased with. The memorial service was held at Life Chapel. This is what, the third time I hear Life Chapel opening up her place for memorial services?! And I heard that Life Chapel was packed full today. My parents were standing at the carpark la! Basement also full. Imagine the amount of lives uncle Eric Kirton has impacted and encouraged. My prayer is that people continue on with the legacy that uncle Eric Kirton left us with. That we will truly seek to honour God with our whole being.<br /><br />I guess, no better time to listen to Big Daddy Weave's "Audience of One" than now. Check <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=rdX-77UhwgU"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">this</span></a><br /></span>-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-33786169854479508262007-03-24T21:08:00.000+08:002007-03-24T21:23:13.194+08:00Complain la....I love language and the Internet but I hate my project. It is a torture.<br /><br />I sat down here in the library at 11am and it's now 9pm. I thought i'd start writing my essay today since i've been giving it some thoughts already. Suddenly today, I decide to change my focus, change dataset, change focus group. Now that sucks. And I thought it'll be easier to stick with 50k words. It's much tougher. So, from time to time I compare 50k with another 50k (I'm talking about dataset). So, i've sat here in the library for about 8 hours ( minus the meal times), and all i manage to squeeze out is about nine hundred to a thousand words for my essay. Now this sucks because the essay is suppose to be something between 2k-3k words. I'm only listing down the data and the analysis. I havent even gone to the discussion. I don't know if i can hit 2.5k words. I don't know if i'll be satisfied with my work. It's 20%. This sucks la. My brain is freezing. It is due on Monday.<br /><br />I have a tummy ache and it makes me think "Oh, maybe i have stomach cancer" or something. haha.<br /><br />My arm aches because it has been in a typing position ever since this morning.<br /><br />God, help!!<br /><br />I haven't prepared for cell tmr. Die!<br /><br />Seldom do I blog to complain about my school work while i'm in the midst of it. But, tak boleh tahan dah la!<br /><br />Okay. back to work. Need to go back to prepare for cell tomorrow oso.-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-26972204333189231262007-03-22T23:58:00.000+08:002007-03-23T01:59:59.816+08:00Reckless abandonment?<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">Suddenly, people have been asking me “Are you joining us for the <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Philippines</st1:place></st1:country-region> trip ar?” When have I said that I’m pulling back? To be honest, I have been a little scared – for the stupidest reasons. I’m afraid of the fact that there will be no proper toilet facilities. This is one fact you have to remember, I am <b style=""><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">very</span> </b>particular about this. If I can, I will keep my faeces in till I reach home. I definitely can’t hold it in for 3 weeks!!! And oh, I’m told I can only use a minimal amount of water for bathing. Now, that would be quite difficult. And yeah, this mission trip, we have to do stuffs like preaching…<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">YIKES!</span> I am a Brethren. All descendents of Eve keep total silence in church, whenever there are <st1:place st="on">Adams</st1:place> around. So, preach? Add to it, preach to church leaders….WOAH. Sweep me off my feet man! Cannot la… I’m still struggling. I will so need to talk to some people about this. But anyway, yes, back to my a little reluctance to go to <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Philippines</st1:place></st1:country-region>. And then, I say “God, dowan to go can?” And then, the other side of me reminds me that I have always been wanting to go for mission trips. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DREAM OF BEING A MISSIONARY??? Become missionary of course have to learn to dig own shit hole la! haha. But, honestly, the more I think about it, the more I want to go to <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Philippines</st1:place></st1:country-region>. I still very much want to be a missionary. Yeah, all the scary stuff do get to me but if I do be a missionary it’s not like the most “prestigious” occupation eh. And I know I’m not doing this out of my own selfish ambitions. Freely I have received, freely I give….that’s the only concept. I have received much from God. How to not give back? So, am I excited over going to <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Philippines</st1:place></st1:country-region>? Yes, very much!!! </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">Half way through meeting today, my mind went back to a comment Joshua made a few months ago “You want to be missionary? Very hard to find husband wan you know!” He knows my soft spot. Yeah! Very hard to find husband. HOW? And then it’s like as if all those thoughts find it’s way into my mind – You sure you want to die alone? You sure you want to live your life alone? No one beside you? No CHILDREN? – wah, these thoughts suddenly seem so scary. I try to be strong and say “Yes, Can! It’s okay if I don’t have all these things, as long as I have God!” Who am I trying to kid? I mean, yeah, I’d give my life to God and yes that means if in HIS sovereign will He wants me to die alone, live my life alone, no husband, no children, I will gladly obey! But, if you ask me what does my heart wants, I’ll be honest, get married to a missionary, have children, and live our lives in abandonment for God. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">Listening to Simon & Garfunkel now and it’s making me even more sad. But ah, love them! And I remember how we’d play them on Saturdays and sing to them while doing house chores! It’s always so good. </span></p>-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-36403292851681188262007-03-21T23:40:00.000+08:002007-03-22T00:56:14.226+08:00bleahI came across a really interesting quote while trying to chill today. It's from this book that I bought for RM3! It's entitled "The Love Affair" - <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">so</span> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">me</span> rite? haha. Actually, no. I'm not a romance novel book lover. But the smaller print of this book cover caught my attention. It says: Today's need for love that's real. Hah! And I wonder what it will say. So, i got the book. So, back to the interesting quote.<br /><br />It is this: The opposite of love is not 'hate', but 'indifference'.<br /><br />Yeah, i'm guilty. Too selfish too often.<br /><br />Sigh.<br /><br />Today felt like a total waste. The after effect of being sick! I feel as if I need to sleep all the time. Body feeling as if it lacks something. I didn't do anything productive. Well, okay, I manage to borrow books from the library, finish 3 chapters of a book i'm suppose to read for my test on monday, half decided on what I want to write for the essay. Honestly, I just feel like i didn't get anything done today. That sucks! Feel like i just totally wasted the whole day away....argh!<br /><br />something is very wrong but i can't tell what.-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-1695917396010136662007-03-20T23:55:00.000+08:002007-03-21T00:00:40.030+08:00Only sweet and nice things shall be remembered!<span lang="EN-GB">Going back this time round was good. </span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">First of all, I manage to spend much quality time with my family members. It wasn’t just stupid jokes but also talking about lives, which was very good! </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I had meals with various people on Sunday – people whom I don’t usually have lunch with, which makes it even more interesting.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Didn’t had a clue that Kevin and Kok Choong was back so to see them on Sunday was such a delight. Then we went out for breakfast. Ah…..it was good. Then lunch with Mun Onn and Weng Soon was special too coz I seldom have lunch with these people. Of course, it was then that Mun Onn made that remark about me – the remark that stayed in my head for hours! Nono, it wasn’t a bad remark…it was neutral. I didn’t take it negatively too. I was just thinking. Hehe. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Then, we celebrated Joshua’s birthday. Happy 21<sup>st</sup> birthday dude! Where else but our favourite SS14 A & W! :)<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZIvCmegGFPp_61O50gzDuV9gdWiUruTZdWN2ECGuoxzwEeZ7GqcjfhKwmicSjbLal8nHqpwsQQXLXTzfY5j7O5Lz5Rf3uhgUKhNa2OIhZs9XaJ4TFo9c-wRxG0bHY3XsstJ39mA/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZIvCmegGFPp_61O50gzDuV9gdWiUruTZdWN2ECGuoxzwEeZ7GqcjfhKwmicSjbLal8nHqpwsQQXLXTzfY5j7O5Lz5Rf3uhgUKhNa2OIhZs9XaJ4TFo9c-wRxG0bHY3XsstJ39mA/s200/DSC00648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044036566040369474" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7E89Hqz-3CnNPuSx0_EdZD40PEnmVE_oLllbek7jOm5EZu4kDn9YZ3kibLNGRKyt8AfcZburwC7jTDdpIo-ozVpsuR0RQLVfqIxOOyv32nx3ygW1_zHh3DdI_GzVokTPoiFPY-Q/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7E89Hqz-3CnNPuSx0_EdZD40PEnmVE_oLllbek7jOm5EZu4kDn9YZ3kibLNGRKyt8AfcZburwC7jTDdpIo-ozVpsuR0RQLVfqIxOOyv32nx3ygW1_zHh3DdI_GzVokTPoiFPY-Q/s200/DSC00650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044036823738407250" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Came back to <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Singapore</st1:place></st1:country-region> and was bed-ridden because I think I caught the stomach flu bug. Head aching from fever and stomach aching from the bug, I couldn’t move much nor stay awake comfortably nor could I go to sleep (because of the pain in my head!). It was quite torturous really! But, thank God for His healing hands! And for friends like Edgar, Jia Ying and Pei Yun!!!! God is good!! </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></p>-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-71959403051230075312007-03-15T23:59:00.000+08:002007-03-16T00:43:22.599+08:00PreferenceI realise recently that people prefer the noisy side of me. When I'm quiet, I get remarks like "eh, are you okay ar?", "Is something bothering you?", or better still "Why suddenly act demure?" or "why so sad today?" When I'm quiet, it doesn't necessarily mean there is something wrong with me okay! Or that I am "acting demure".<br /><br />It's so sad you know. That I can't be quiet because all people prefer of me is the noisy side. It's not that I want to please people. But, i can't stand being asked these questions. I rather people accept that I am both noisy and quiet - both included in me! But, to be nice, I shouldn't blame people for asking or making such comments la. It's not their fault for not knowing me better. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Maybe</span> people ask such questions because they care.<br /><br />Sometimes, I just want to hide.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglLvZipIrIP2wHb-G2AVrYMncLVP_bpF4_KmStgFsDtDcyABewVpZp3BxYRnCzFnYXmJyKnK4N9Q_bj1iyj06MLRqMuXH05zTYSgeyHuK5kQTX9XOkBkmH4TNVlhGqNWYsxofM6Q/s1600-h/hide.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglLvZipIrIP2wHb-G2AVrYMncLVP_bpF4_KmStgFsDtDcyABewVpZp3BxYRnCzFnYXmJyKnK4N9Q_bj1iyj06MLRqMuXH05zTYSgeyHuK5kQTX9XOkBkmH4TNVlhGqNWYsxofM6Q/s200/hide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042192301610169890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I've been so tired recently. I tell people I don't understand why but I think I do. My mind has no time to rest. It is working even when I'm sleeping! That's why i get up feeling as if i just went to bed. It sucks.<br /><br />I want a short trip to somewhere. Maybe I'll do something this weekend. Have to start planning. Short short trip. But, where?<br /><br />What do you do when you feel lonely?-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-73013461120159024372007-03-14T12:09:00.000+08:002007-03-14T12:27:41.182+08:00Give me a valid reason to not be pissedThe SPM results were out a few days ago......<br /><br />Check this out:<br />A few days ago, you see <a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/3/13/nation/17122057&sec=nation">this</a> in the papers.<br /><br />Today, you see <a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/3/14/nation/17133645&sec=nation">this </a>in the papers.<br /><br />Such explicit biasness. I am pissed. Goodness, these people work like crazy to do their best in the examinations and here is what they get: " No naming of top student this year because everyone has their strength and weakness"? What crap?! Just give them the due credit la. Why like this? So hearbreaking! She studied so hard and did so well and yet it is publish in the national newspaper that despite that, her achievements will not be recognised as the best.<br /><br />I know she probably doesn't covet it but it's so disappointing to see such overt biasness.<br /><br />I cannot understand.<br />I cannot take it in.<br /><br />I am disappointed.<br />I am pissed.<br /><br />Sigh.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Setupiak!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><br /></div> <span class="text"></span>-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-61151512589188739922007-03-10T23:02:00.000+08:002007-03-11T00:02:53.750+08:00Thy lovingkindess is better than lifeI know what I'm suppose to do but I feel so weak that I can't do it. And so I turn to You, weeping coz my heart is torn. I can't keep it in. The tears flow out against my will. But I turn to You...<br /><br />And I thank you for your words and for speaking to me. And I thank You for overwhelming me with with Your love for me and making me realise how undeserving I am. I guess, God, you know best and I don't. I don't understand what You are doing but I know You love me and You'll never give me something that will harm me. I don't understand but I trust You to do Your good work. I trust You because You are God. Not because of what You have done but because who You say You are.<br /><br />I am sorry Lord for not giving You the worship and praise that You deserve. Often I lift-up myself too highly not understanding how much I put You down when I do that. I'm sorry Lord. Father, may You increase and may I decrease. It's not even easy to say that but who am I to think that I should lift myself up? I am not. And you know Chris Tomlin's song <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Indescribable</span>? It's a nice song and this line is amazing :<br /><br />You see the <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">depths</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>of my heart and you love me the same.<br /><br />And I think about it<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">hard</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> </span>and yeah, how can anyone look into the depths of my heart and yet still love me the same. And love me so great!!!<br /><br />Ps 8<br />O Lord, our Lord,<br />How excellent <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> Your name in all the earth,<br />Who have set Your glory above the heavens!<br /><br />Out of the mouth of babes and nursing infants<br />You have ordained strength,<br />Because of Your enemies,<br />That You may silence the enemy and the avenger.<br /><br />When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers,<br />The moon and the stars, which You have ordained,<br /><br />What is man that You are mindful of him,<br />And the son of man that You visit him?<br /><br />For You have made him a little lower than the angels,<br />And YOU have crowned him with glory and honour.<br /><br />O Lord, our Lord,<br />How excellent is Your name in all the earth!<br /><br /><br />Isaiah 40<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The grass withers, the flower fades,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Because the breath of the lord blows upon it;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Surely the people are grass.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The grass withers, the flower fades, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">But the word of our God stands forever.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">If you have time, go <a href="http://www.northpoint.org/messages">here</a> and watch Significant Insignificance! <span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /></div></div>-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-13295155687374614662007-03-07T23:59:00.000+08:002007-03-08T01:36:06.536+08:00quite something...Liren, your blog post is really something!<br /><br />Today was just quite a bit of running around. I didn't get to sleep well last night because of my cough, which is the kind that comes ferociously (what a word to use!hah) at night and tickles your throat and once you start, you won't stop till about 10-15 mins later or when you pop a sweet into your mouth. I was so afraid i'd wake my roommate up with all the coughing! With the lack of sleep, I only got up at about 9:30am, which is so late!<br /><br />I went to the EL comp lab at 12noon to start on my take home quiz. I need to run the text on this software which version i am familiar with is undownloadable to my pc. And because i'm unfamiliar with the version of the software I downloaded to my PC, i couldn't be productive with the take home quiz. So, i figure, i better just go to school and use the comp lab. The thing is that the comp lab is usually locked and i wasn't too sure if my matric card (i.e.: student card) would grant me access to the lab and since it was noon time, I don't know if the technician would have gone for lunch. So, I prayed hard that somehow or rather, i'd be able to get to the comp lab and use the comp to do the work i'm suppose to. THANK GOD because when i got there, the door wasn't completely closed and Liling, Rachel and Phey Ying were there, and pei en too!!!! so yay!!!<br /><br />Started with work and woah, it's really not easy man....no wonder matt spent so much time on it la... I was able to do 2 out of the 5 parts we were suppose to do. Then I had to rush to meet Karen and then there was Bible Study. Afterwhich I met up with Theresa for dinner. Wednesdays are my free day but they are seldom free. Either I mug on or I fill up my day meeting people. Whatever it is, it's a weekday, it's not suppose to be free. My free day is Sunday! haha.<br /><br />Have you ever felt so angry with someone for giving wrong information that means a great deal to someone else? And for coercing that person to do something that he/she doesn't want to do with the wrong information you gave him/her? It's so terrible and I almost burst out in anger today! So frustrating! But, it was important that I didn't burst out in anger coz it would have been terrible! So I just had to try to understand what was happening and give grace and remember to love. Kept telling myself that Christ said "those who have been forgiven much, love much" - drawing the principle that if i've experienced much love from God, I should love others as well, even if i dont think the other person deserves it because I definitely don't deserve God's love too. So who am I to judge?<br /><br />When I look at Karen and Wei Ting, truly I am very pleased. Not because they are growing to be superb christians but because they have been allowing me to be more involved in their lives and together we grow. We share our burdens and struggles and we aspire to grow together. I'm not there to make super christians. I am there to be a discipler. To lead. To grow. To share. To teach. To learn. To cry. To laugh. To love. And we do all that together. I am no super christian. Jesus said "make disciples" not "make super christians"...and i'm really enjoying my journey with these girls - not so much coz i think they have potentials of being used by God tremendously but because I see how they are just clinging on to their Lord, and together with the ups and downs, we journey hand-in-hand, and how they are standing firm on the Rock, on the very strong foundation!<br /><br />Thank You God for blessing me with these girls!<br />And thank you God for also blessing me with friends such as these:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5xf1bTpAQIl-lWP5bPWFjYTnTc5e-Z0a3CD4d00uWduHqbq0AcqGfV5bo0m25rN2k5TshYtKRQWMmV9cOm_1HsokzjrWEm9q7ZtIZlanzROa5FaXbBo_OjIUJlQzOPr_vL28xCg/s1600-h/Jee+Lee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5xf1bTpAQIl-lWP5bPWFjYTnTc5e-Z0a3CD4d00uWduHqbq0AcqGfV5bo0m25rN2k5TshYtKRQWMmV9cOm_1HsokzjrWEm9q7ZtIZlanzROa5FaXbBo_OjIUJlQzOPr_vL28xCg/s200/Jee+Lee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039236784740633922" border="0" /></a> (frm left: JieYao, JeeLee, Jeremy, Edgar)<br />And an A+ to JieYao for editting the pic! haha. You're an A+ friend! :)-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-30152037165317984972007-03-06T23:34:00.000+08:002007-03-07T00:33:57.586+08:00night of lame jokes...I feel extremely guilty for going to Botak Jones for dinner. I could feel my heart beating 100 times faster. I was afraid I was going to get a heart attack! HAH! Met Yuen Ting and Candice there. Yuen Ting was doing a write up for <a href="http://campusobserver.org/">Campus Observer</a> while Candice was just packing dinner before she goes for church meeting. I was there with Mark and Jeremy. The queue for dinner was super long but thank God for a seat I got and then I was able to run to the money changer and then to the bank. The ground were all wet because it rained and I was wearing my grip-less slippers. I was really thankful to God that I didn't fall. Would have caused a great laugh though!<br /><br />Didn't do much today. I probably woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Infact, I didn't feel like waking up today. I was fully awake by 8am but lazed on the bed till 9am. Terrible girl! But yes. When I finally did get out of bed, I plunged my bump on my chair and blank-out for a while - trying to decide what to do and what to wear. I won't say i wasted my day away coz after i did my QT, I read the article for LPP lecture. At 1145, I left for my LPP lecture and den we had a group lunch. It was a good time to gather and eat and talk nonsense, get to know one another better. Too bad Mich couldn't join us. Anyway, as per our last meeting, we started talking about gays but this time, with more insight to the "status" of our friend, talk more about the gay church in Singapore, each other's opinion about homosexuality. Don't get me started on the gay church - it's just <span style="font-weight: bold;">so</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >wrong</span>! Argh.........<br /><br />After the groupie left, i met up with Ade to pray - ah, it's always good to meet up, talk, share and pray. It feels so good!!! haha. It's not just knowing that someone cares but that someone is here to hear you out, share your burden and uphold you in prayer - it means much to me!<br /><br />I had in mind to go to clementi to get my Ringgits changed and then go to the bank to drop the cheque but it was raining, so i was lazy. But, i bumped into Jeremy and Mark and then i just decided to go with them for dinner. It was a good thing. Because they wanted to go to Botak Jones for dinner but neither of them have ever been there before. All they know is that it is in Clementi. So, smart alec me brought them to where it was, got a seat for them and then left to the bank and then back to where they were for dinner.<br /><br />Mark has an obsession with men's body. He goes on and on about noel's body and honestly, it is a bit weird to hear a guy talk so obsessively about another guy's body. And he even asked me "Have you seen noel without his shirt?" GASP!! Of course not. And honestly, I don't want to. But, it was fun talking to him and jeremy and just having a purely rubbish talk la....Relax and just enjoying each other's company and laugh about stuff. It was fun. Thankfully the rest of the Monday GC weren't there for dinner. With just Mark and Jerm, it was already too much lameness to handle....<br /><br />I wanted to start on my take home quiz (for Lang & Internet) but nah, my brain decided to not function at all. I downloaded wordsmith but when I looked at all the data, my mind is just blank. How am I suppose to write 1000 words? Die....<br /><br />ps: i seem to be blogging about random stuff lately - not because i've no thoughts but because there's too much and it's hard to pen (or rather, type) them (all) down. :)-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-46299900458111962972007-03-05T12:42:00.001+08:002007-03-05T12:54:41.126+08:00One downI've just completed an assignment that is due later today. This is the first time I've started on an essay so near the deadline and manage to complete it satisfactorily. Thank God really! God is good....<br /><br />I've a take-home quiz, which is more like a mini assignment due on Friday. After which I have 4 more assignments due in the next 4 weeks, which will really keep me on my toes. But, as God has proven again and again, He is faithful and my confidence is in Him and not in myself. So, technically, there's nothing to be afraid or worried about. But then, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak - sometimes. Still, no excuses! haha.<br /><br />Pray for God to help me be faithful in the things that God has given me... :)<br /><br />I must have eternity in mind....and den work towards the things that lasts.-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-72046825515869136852007-02-28T23:59:00.000+08:002007-03-01T00:48:05.628+08:00Gary & others<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Here’s your <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">gary</st1:place></st1:city> post!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span lang="EN-GB">Gary</span></st1:place></st1:city><span lang="EN-GB"> not only opened the door for me today in YIH study room he also said “Hello Jee Lee. I’ll see you tomorrow” with such a sweet smile!!! Aaaahhhhh… hahaha</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">And that’s the end of your <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">gary</st1:city></st1:place> post!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">xxx<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Now, onto more important things:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I was undecided as to whether I should attend nav rally today. I didn’t really want to go for it because I have work to be done and I wasn’t feeling too well. But, I was suppose to gather CCA points stuff and also the appreciation thing for huiyue. So, I went, albeit late. The songs spoke to me really! There were a few songs I weren’t familiar to but it really spoke what I was feeling! </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I’m at a junction where I really need God and my heart feels like it’s going to blow! And I need God <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">so</span> much! And I know God is there! God is more faithful than anything else in the world!!! If all else fails, if everything else withers, God stands strong and His words! </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">And my heart just cry out, truly “woe am I for I am a woman with unclean lips” but God is faithful and just and will forgive us…and yes, there is much forgiveness needed. There’s so much for me be sorry about! Goodness. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">And I echo one of Chris Tomlin’s song, which lines go: </span></p> <p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“You see the depths of my heart and you love me the same. </span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style=""> </span>You are amazing GOD!!”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Because people can’t even accept me for who they think I am on the outside, what more you who know the very depths of my heart – the dirtiest of all stains – and you still love me, you still send Christ to die for me, and for Jesus to take all the pain and suffering and mockery just to patch up my relationship with God. Oh God, forgive me for not seeing and treating you for who you really are!!!</span></p>-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-57188357837414145762007-02-27T14:48:00.000+08:002007-02-27T14:49:09.059+08:00errr....what is this about?<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I will blog. But, I don’t promise you an interesting one. And nope, it’s not titled <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Gary</st1:City></st1:place>! </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The viruses have found me. I look forward to 14 hours of sleep only to remember that I have 2 tests coming up and an assignment due. There goes my dream! I hate seeing doctors so I will just make do with vit. C and panadols and sleep!! </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Everyone is asking how was CNY. It was nothing to be proud of because I spent most of my time studying! (yes, how boring can that be rite?) and just lazing at home with family members. I didn’t visit friends or family (except for my great grandmother) because I needed to prepare for tests and assignments and catch up on all the readings. And because my father is the first child in his family, I get the privilege of staying home and having all the aunties and uncles and cousins coming over. So, I don’t need to move! Hah! But, it was really cool because I liked it – spending CNY with close relatives where smiles are not fake and they don’t ask me questions like, how old am I? what am I doing? Where am I studying? What do I plan to do after I graduate? So, it was all fun and good. I know it isn’t a time for mugging but I had to – I’m waaay behind my work and there’s just no way I can catch up with work if I didn’t study during the hols. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">So much for holidays. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Surprisingly, I got quite a lot of angpows. Haha. CNY is not all about ang pows. But really, I’m quite surprised! I stayed home most of the time, but ang pows came to me. Haha, which was really cool! But, make me feel quite bad la…my siblings had to endure all the fake smiles and the heat and the boredom and I do nothing but I still get the red packets. It’s a blessing to have siblings who understand my <i style="">need</i> to stay home. Ah…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Coming back to <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Singapore</st1:place></st1:country-region> was quite tough this time round. Don’t know why. Maybe I spent too much time at home. Maybe there was too much happiness around. Maybe it was cny. (I am Chinese afterall!) </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">But, I am back here and thankfully, I have work to occupy me. </span></p>-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-81281366392840642112007-02-16T23:03:00.001+08:002007-02-16T23:18:58.175+08:00Be of good cheer...I left Singapore yesterday but with much hassle.<br /><br />My bus from Larkin was at 6pm. At 5pm, I was still in NUS. Class ended at 4:30pm. I manage to get a cab only at 5:10pm. Traffic was heavy (understandably) so to cut a very long story short, i reached Larkin at 6:40pm and the bus left without me of course. Thank God, I got another bus which left at 7:15pm for RM25. Much to thank God for. One, that I still manage to get a bus last minute and for the usual price. The bus wasn't in too bad a condition. There was no accident despite the rain. I reached KL safely at 12midnight.<br /><br />If I choose to, there was much to complain about yesterday. But, i shall dwell on how good God is. Yesterday, being post v-day, Dr. Ooi gave us double-shot of chocolate. How nice of him right?! Michelle made heart-shaped pineapple tarts for us. Adeline made orange cup-cakes. Woah, feel so loved man. So, before I left, I hugged the EL bunch good-bye, Happy CNY, and belated V-day. Haha. And matt commented: why you guys behaving like it's graduation? haha. I briefly explained to him what the hugs were for. But, it was still something pretty funny. But, my point is this: I overheard him comment to Hui: What a close-knitted bunch! And Hui said: Yeah. So nice and cosy!<br /><br />Yeah, I agree with them. We're a bunch of close-knitted friends, and we have a very pleasant and cosy friendship! haha....<br /><br />And being Malaysian is really such a blessing - coz we're <em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">mu</span><span style="color:#993300;">hi</span><span style="color:#330000;">bah</span></span></strong></em>....<br /><br />On wednesday, Edgar commented that I looked like a malay. On Thursday, a taxi driver commented that I look a little like an Indian. People have asked me if i was malay but that was purely because I can sound like one. Edgar said I looked like a malay coz he saw me without much light, so looking rather tanned. But, indian? HUH? How does a chinese look indian? You tell me. And the best part was he said my nose looked like an indian nose. Woah. My eyes are completely chinese - that's undebatable. But my nose are very flat too....how is that indian-looking? He asked me if my father was indian. NOPE. I have indian friends??? haha.<br /><br />I say it's because i'm Malaysian. We have all the different races blood in each of us. We can look whatever we want...haha.....<br /><br />Happy Chinese New Year people... :)-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940086.post-75383948742165995042007-02-14T23:58:00.000+08:002007-02-15T01:03:04.511+08:00love is all around...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaSrOv5db9fuL0w0N0IWwn7zi3CMha5Spbl_-tu71vC40JnPYf3jQL6bTYL24GGJ0x9FGvXFCIYFnlTH6bWHF00eDBuLGyfi2aMWPX2XTASr6VXBp0gYlGw8flpuQGtwT4Cojarg/s1600-h/Vday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaSrOv5db9fuL0w0N0IWwn7zi3CMha5Spbl_-tu71vC40JnPYf3jQL6bTYL24GGJ0x9FGvXFCIYFnlTH6bWHF00eDBuLGyfi2aMWPX2XTASr6VXBp0gYlGw8flpuQGtwT4Cojarg/s200/Vday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031436208358950210" border="0" /></a>Valentine's Day is all hyped-up. But you never realise how crazy people are over V-Day until you step foot into Singapore. It took Radika to help me realise this. Never in KL have I ever seen people going crazy the way these Singaporeans do. Yea, it is all commercialised but in NUS, it's too commercialised. All along the walkway, there is no way you will not remember that it is valentine's day.<br /><br />V-Day has never been special for me, not because I've never celebrated it before, but I never understood why the craziness. Imagine buying any gifts that cost at least double the price? Gosh, I rather he pick a flower than buy them. Haha. Better still, no flowers!! Just something special will do.<br /><br />For rally today, I think it was special because if V-day is all about love, it was a good idea to be reminded of all the different kinds of love - not just boy-girl.<br /><br />Celebrate love!! But remember there are so many different types of love…so many!<br /><br />Oh the other hand, I'm one purist too - maybe a bit reductionist now - but, I also think V-day is special for couples!! So, let couples do their thing. For us not attached, we have a <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">L</span>over (notice the caps L) too to celebrate it with.<br /><br />V-day is special but so are other days. It is just how much you make out of each day, ain't it?<br /><br />And oh, I met Gary again today - there's something very unique about him and I can't say what exactly. Hmm….-- J e e L e e --http://www.blogger.com/profile/05266556060123532437noreply@blogger.com3