17:41.

I was fully aware of what I was getting into when I chose to take this step of faith but at the moment, a news flash has left me feeling like the rug has been pulled from underneath my feet. And I'm not too sure whether I should rejoice or cry. Changes - So many people professed to love unpredictability. Sometimes, I feel like being cynical towards such expressed sentiments. Then I remind myself I'm no longer old me. And I tell myself now, live it out. Live out what you believe in. Live out what you preach. And deep inside, I know it's all going to be more than okay. Even though I still don't know what to feel.

Dear Jesus, I just want to stay in Your Arms.

09:59.

From Next Wave.

Isaiah 54:4 'Do not be afraid; you will not suffer shame. Do not fear disgrace; you will not be humiliated. You will forget the shame of your youth and remember no more the reproach of your widowhood.' (NIV)

The phrase 'do not fear' or 'fear not' is mentioned more than 60 times in the Bible. In fact, it is one of the most often repeated phrases in the word of God. So, it's obviously important from God's point of view that we learn not to be afraid. In an age of terrorism, where fear is used as a major weapon for manipulating public opinion and shaping international relations, learning to trust rather than fear can be a difficult thing. Yet, it's essential if we're to truly explore the power of faith and arrive at the full inheritance of influence that God has in store for us. The interesting thing about this great promise in Isaiah is its context. The verses just before this one relate God's instruction to his people that they should expand the place where they live, the realm of their influence. The people are told to stretch out to the right and to the left. They're instructed not to hold back, to position themselves for a new time of expanded impact on the people around them. Then comes this powerful promise: as you believe for this influence and position yourself to receive it, you won't be embarrassed, humiliated or put to shame. As you start deliberately sticking your neck out and looking for greater influence, you won't be left looking foolish. In fact, any shame you suffered earlier in your life will be completely forgotten. You just won't even think about it any more, because of the greatness of what God is doing in and through you in this new season of growth. We've all been through trying times, seasons where perhaps every part of our lives seems to be on trial. During those times, we've known that it's important to response well and with a faithful and gracious spirit, but it hasn't been easy. Never mind, the Lord says, your day is coming! You will not ultimately be disgraced -- your faith will be seen to be vindicated. So, don't be afraid. Keep working for greater influence to honour God's name, and watch him turn the trials into triumphs.

Prayer: 'Lord, thank you for your promise that I will not be humiliated or disgraced if I live wholeheartedly for you, in faith. Help me today to work for even greater influence in your name, for your glory, knowing that you won't ever let me suffer shame.'

16:15.

"Many have more faith in a
textbook written by a person whose
eyes may be clouded by their own
secrets than faith to rely on the
Word of God
who knows the
end from the beginning"
- TD Jakes, Women, Thou Art Loose

11:05.

Agnes is a funny. Only started reading the strip a while ago, drawnly mostly to the shared name with a friend still dear. But I have been hitting it up to view it almost daily here since. And ain't it true, girls? We don't want no spiritual sissies.

12:20.




Gerberas from my love, given on Saturday to a surprised me when I came out of the bedroom after showering. It wasn't a special occasion but the flowers made that day special :)

You are sweet, sweetie :)

[Wld had posted them earlier but I'm not hooked up to internet at home and hv to post this frm work after transferring pix frm my lappie.]

11:14.

I do apologise for such a small photo and the shamefully few number of pictures but my handphone's camera was set on a smaller resolution and we were too busy eating. Here however is the Korean dinner at an authentic Korean place R a y brought me to last Monday on our 11th month aniversary.

Side dishes are one of the things we lovee about Korean meals. And we have dined at Korean restaurants in Melbourne (Seoul House at Chinatown, Kimchi Mama at Bourke and Kimchi Tray at Flinders), Singapore (tt Korean restaurant at Heeren) and now, Malaysia. Kimchi Mama and Seoul House so far takes the royal cake at quality and authenticity for me. But Nak Won at Sri Hartamas now rank among the top.

Heck, for side dishes alone, there were 15 dishes. And one full-sized fluffy egg thing steamed in a hot clay pot.












When they first showed us to our table, we were like, "That's kind of big for two" then when the dishes came and basically filled up the whole table, we realised that this is as small as a table could practically be in that restaurant.

The barbeque beef ribs (somehow carved from the ribs so perfectly it falls in two giant big pieces) were grilled over a get this, charcoal fire which they carry over to the table. The waiter didn't just throw the meat on and let it sizzle and let you cook it yourself like so many restaurants do. He stood there throughout, giving the tender, perfectly marinated meat his devoted attention then cut it up and serve us as each piece cooks.

Like yum yum yum.

And they also served us the kimchi soup, ladling the fiery goodness into two bowls for us.

R a y had researched on the restaurant, refusing to tell me where we were going and after work, we went back to my place and got changed to casuals. The town (if "town" is accurate) Sri Hartamas had a lot of Korean and Jap places, looks like some sort of Korean/ Jap enclave along with supermarkets.

Nice place :) We had to walk a bit from our park to get to Nak Won which was away from the stretch of restaurants but when we found it and walked in, it was more wow than those little restaurants we walked past for sure.

I love it that we can always have a good laugh over random, goofy things :)

This time, we laughed till we cried at the end of the meal. We were sitting like beached whales (couldn't even finish all the side dishes, the horror!) and the waiter very attentively fetched fruits and two bowls of clear water for us.












Right, the fruits are dessert, we know but what about the bowls?

As soon as the waiter put down his load, R a y turned to me and said, "This reminds me of the story of this guy who was served..."

I finished: "a suspicious bowl of something that he didn't know was dessert or water to wash hands?"

We laughed.

Darn, we were in the same predictment.

We had the fruits, joking about the two milky bowls of something and making unserious paranoid digs at the waiters watching.

There were these small, very thin sheets of ice on top, or at least, I thought they were ice. My love on the other hand thought it looked like little soup suds which I, after a second look, thought was possible.

The fruits got consumed and we sat around, keen not to do nothing for too long. Then while the waiter was looking away, I ahem, discreetly slipped my pinky into one bowl. Then the waiter looked back and I pretended to be rubbing my fingers while R a y stifled laughter.

"It's soup, I think 'cause there's no oil or any thing," I said.

"Orh, but if it's dessert, there's probably no oil any way," it struck me immediately.

Our tummies were hurting by this point from all the laughing and we were attracting a bit too much attention from the staff and diners. I think we looked a bit insane for a fairly upclass Korean restaurant.

In the end, I waved our waiter over and asked him with a straight face what the bowl contains.

"Is it dessert?"

"Yes, it's made of barley water and [other things I can't remember]'' he said.

"Oh, so what is it called?'' I followed up to sound like an interested patron, not a stumped mountain tortoise from outside Korea.

He said something along the lines of "chay" or some word that starts with C.

Any way, R a y laughed at me and I laughed even more after that but we tried the dessert and it was nice.

Lesson of the day: Sometimes you can drink what looks like soupy water.

To be serious though, it was a great dinner and I loved the whole time. Thank you, Mr R a y C h u a h ;> I love u, honey =)

17:39.

Motives, motives, motives.

"It is not what a man
does that determines
whether his work is
sacred or secular, it
is why he does it.”
- A. W. Tozer

18:11.

Creationism debate moves to Britain

17:43.

The new evangelism: The man who put conscience on a coffee cup

Rick Warren's megachurch attracts more than 20,000 each week. His book tops the non-fiction bestseller lists. Andrew Gumbel meets a preacher with a world mission in Lake Forest, California

Published: 17 May 2006

Rick Warren is not your typical American evangelist. He's not an especially charismatic speaker, keeping his rhetoric deliberately folksy and low key. He's unassuming, a little bit pudgy and has a fondness for Hawaiian shirts, even when he's delivering his weekend sermons.

A long time ago, he decided he never wanted to be on television. He doesn't think a lot of televangelists or the powerful, media-anointed leaders of the Christian right, whom he accuses of "self-centred consumerism" and self-aggrandisement at the expense of their spiritual mission. Until relatively recently, he worked almost entirely under the radar and, despite building a movement of extraordinary power and reach in churches around the world, was barely known in the broader culture.

And yet he has achieved extraordinary things, and intends to keep achieving many more. His church, which he founded from scratch 26 years ago in the freshly planted suburbs of Orange County, south of Los Angeles, attracts more than 20,000 worshippers each week, making it one of the three largest congregations in the country. His sermons, which he posts on the internet, are downloaded and used by thousands of churches around the world.

His book, The Purpose-Driven Life, has been America's top non-fiction seller for the past two years, doing twice as much business as The Da Vinci Code with 25 million copies. He and his congregants have adopted a unique method of organisation that has permitted them, among other things, to set up drug treatment programmes in southern California and the Mexican border town of Tijuana, provide three square meals a day for the entire homeless population of Orange County for 40 days, and offer training to more than a quarter of a million priests around the world - everyone from pastors in big-city churches to ministers in the smallest villages in Africa.

Business journals such as Forbes and Business Week have likened him to a spiritual version of Starbucks or McDonald's, spreading his "brand" irresistibly around the world. Starbucks has even honoured him with a long quotation printed on its coffee cups, part of a series in which customers are offered words of wisdom from major writers and thinkers. Warren's line - asserting that none of us is an accident, that we are all part of God's plan - is the only one from a religious figure.

And Warren has much more up his sleeve. He believes he knows how to tackle what he calls the "global Goliaths", problems so intractable that nobody has managed to come up with a solution. He's talking about poverty and illiteracy and pandemic disease, and even more abstract concepts like spiritual emptiness and egocentric political leadership. What he really wants to do is launch a new Reformation, in which the organisational power of churches - any churches, representing any faith - is harnessed to deliver what politicians and international aid organisations and NGOs cannot.

"The first Reformation was about creeds, and this one is going to be about deeds," he said in an interview in his Green Room - a soundproofed office right next to the cavernous Worship Centre where thousands of people gathered for a Mother's Day service last Sunday. "The church is the body of Christ, but really its hands and legs have been amputated and all it is is a mouth."

This is heady talk, of course, but those who have known Warren for a long time know he has an uncanny habit of delivering on even his most outlandish forecasts. Already, he has the ear of presidents and prime ministers. He has spoken at the World Economic Forum in Davos, at major universities around the world and at America's Council on Foreign Relations. Among his friends he counts business leaders, prominent management consultants and Bono of U2.

The key to his operation is not theology - he preaches a relatively middle-of-the-road, intellectually undemanding form of evangelism - but organisation. Warren may not be on television, but he's been a presence on the internet since 1992, before Netscape or Microsoft Explorer. A bit like Howard Dean's insurgent campaign for the US presidency (until it fell apart), or the approach taken by guerrilla organisations such as al-Qa'ida, Warren sees the internet not only as a tool of communication but also of empowerment.

People are not only encouraged to take their own decisions in his system; figuring out what they should do to help others is at the core of his message. "It's not about you," reads the opening line of his book, and he means it. The purpose of life, he believes, is to figure out what God intends each of us to achieve, and then to set about achieving it. The internet makes it that much easier for everyone to thrive as individuals, but also to feel part of a vast, growing support group.

Warren's Saddleback Church may be huge, but he has also split the congregation into manageable "small groups" of eight to fifteen people, who act as each other's church family, set goals and go about achieving them - whether it is helping someone's troubled relative or setting off on a mission to Cambodia.

These small groups, in turn, communicate with other small groups, perhaps half a world away. Always, the focus is on finding someone with credibility as a community leader and working through them. This is not a traditional, paternalistic model of missionary work, in other words; it's more about creating a decentralised, cellular model of organisation that can reach the sorts of people who usually remain invisible and entirely powerless.

Churches, in his view, are uniquely able to do things that government or business cannot. "One, they can provide universal distribution, since there is a church or place of worship in every village in the world. In many places, in fact, they are the only civil service structure available," he said. "Two, they are able to provide the largest possible pool of volunteers. And three, they have local credibility."

Warren's interest in addressing the world's thorniest economic and social problems is relatively recent. It was stirred by his wife's interest in Aids, and then confirmed during a trip to South Africa when he asked to be taken to a village, more or less at random.

To his amazement, the pastor of the local church (which met in a tent) knew who he was - he had been downloading Warren's sermons for years from a post office computer an hour and a half's walk away. To his consternation, one-third of the 75 people attending the service were children orphaned by Aids.

"It was a shock, a wake-up call," Warren said. "That night I stretched out on the ground to pray under the African sky and asked, 'God, what else am I missing?'" And so he launched his so-called PEACE programme - a kind of viral marketing project for global stability, economic justice and access to health care and education. For now, his organisation has undertaken a series of pilot projects in 67 countries, just to see how it goes.

At first, missions go out with tools they think will be useful to help out the local population - school and medical supplies, and the wherewithal to start small businesses. Mostly, though, the job of these groups is to find what Jesus, in the Bible, describes as finding the local "man of peace", the person with decisive influence over the local community.

Already, his approach has had an electric effect on leaders in Rwanda, a country for which he has a special fondness. His ambition is to turn all of Rwanda into a "purpose-driven nation".

It is hard to get an idea of the scale and scope of Warren's plans by visiting the Saddleback Church. Certainly, the place is huge - a campus of several buildings and vast car parks spread over 120 acres beneath the hills of southern Orange County. But this is a conservative, highly affluent part of the world, and the congregation reflects it - lots of trim, elegant, perfectly coiffed people in Sunday best.

One part of the campus feels a bit like a biblical theme park. Three crosses are perched on top of a hill behind a mini-amphitheatre. On the far side of the hill is a replica of Christ's tomb, complete with an electronic device that permits church staff to roll back the boulder at the flick of a switch. A system of pumps and plexiglass dividers along a small stream allows the waters to part, Red Sea-style.

Some of Warren's core philosophy comes across on closer inspection. Aside from the main Worship Centre, there are smaller venues - one with gospel music, one with a Polynesian theme, and one in which services are conducted in Spanish. Even on a campus swarming with tens of thousands of people, decentralisation is plainly evident.

Warren said: "Nobody comes here because of its size. They put up with the size because of what they get out of it."

In the centre of the campus is an open-air terrace where the church's multiple activities - everything from a 12-step style-addiction recovery programme to overseas missions - are advertised. Anyone interested in participating has instant access to contact people and a lot of background information.

The system works. Warren himself has made several personal adjustments since the runaway success of his book made him rich and famous. He and his wife, Kay, decided right away they would make no changes in their personal life. They still live in the same house, and drive the same Ford truck, which is now six years old.

Rather, they decided to make some aggressive decisions about the money flooding in. Warren not only stopped accepting a salary from the church, but paid back his accumulated salary from the past 25 years. Rather than giving away 10 per cent of their income to charity - the traditional tithing system - they decided to give away 90 per cent.

After some grappling, Warren also understood how best to deal with his own celebrity. He turned to Psalm 72, in which Solomon prays for more influence, not less. Warren said that opened his own eyes. "The purpose of influence is to speak up for those who have no influence," he said. In other words, becoming famous didn't have to be a distraction; it could be a tool in attaining his goals.

"I could have bought a Pacific island and spent the rest of my life having people bring me drinks with little umbrellas in them," he said. "But this is not about me, as I wrote in the book. It's all about others."

10:28.

Take this as just musings on a rainy Thurs morning.

It has struck me for quite a while already and I've no doubt these musings are coloured by a media student's shades but for quite the long while, it seems that more and more folks are simply doing photography, photoshop and design.

I'm not talking professionals, just norm folks, trained in another discipline but exercising the same tools. They take up photography, learn photoshop, design stuff... they don't always produce very good work but sometimes they do.

Not that quality of product is any sort of pre-requisite for interest.

Maybe it's just something an ex-media student notices... why is everyone getting into all of these?

Maybe it's a generational thing. That the "now" age which happens to be my era too is this tech-savvy one who is relishing the control over media that is now personal and intimate.

With our tech stuff and desire to make beauty, we flock to the tools of imaging.

Yes, media is a job in the limelight now... but more than being a job - or maybe it's the same in every job - possessing some media skills seem to have become mainstream. Mainstream could mean simply hobby and interest but hobby and interest could also stem from a desire for identity.

I don't know, I have in my mind this image and past experience of teenagehood - When you latch onto something you can do or like to do or what's "cool" and find your identity in it.

I'm not excluded from the experience but I wonder how much of what adults do come from that same desire most evident in teenhood of craving identity, wanting acceptance (with others with same hobby) and perhaps, the desire to be cool, except we no longer express it as adolescent a manner.

Media kids, is "cool" moving out of the tuft formerly only ours? Is it sweet poetic justice that Mass Comm kids once revered as coolest just because we are Mass Comm kids are some kind of falling from grace as all and sundry move into "our tuft"? As Arts students become journalists, computer engineers become designers and every one else become photographers?

Heh, I'm taking the mickey out of us would-be elite-now-merely-working-cogs-in-machines too.

[It is worthwhile to note with most joy that knowing Christ elevates one above being cogs]

Strange how we - I know I did to an extent - found my identity in what discipline we were in.

Even stranger how some of us still do beyond the non-core natural derivement.

Identity is something on my mind these days. Well, actually, like the potentially indulgent ponder (with no desire to offend, no motivation to upset and no judgement on people) above, it has been so for quite a while.

Back in the days of Campus Crusade and initial Christianhood, when older, more mature folks told me of the importance of memorising scripture 'cause I then build my identity on them and build them into my identity (I'm paraphrasing), I kind of was disinterested. Memorisation was something I saw as rather primary school, and not something I was eager to practise in my freed years.

But thankfully, God got that wisdom into me consciously these past two or three years. The Power of The Word of God cannot be trivalised and honestly, I think identity is one topic that deserves many words, spoken or written or signed, so as it is shared, preached, explained and hopefully accepted to bring life change.

Back when I was a kid, I don't think I was much aware of identity. Were you? I was aware of what the adults said about me though. Mom telling my older brother "see, mei mei can wear her own socks and shoes" made me feel proud and able and with that and other incidents and comments, I build up an idea of who I was. That continued... from being younger sister, to yu lian's best friend, to the kid with the best english in class, to prefect, to chubby puberty yrs (ack) to counciller, LDDS and so on and on.

There IS a natural process where you understand more about your natural talents, inclinations, temperment and such through your interaction with what's outside of you - Your role in family, in society, in school and work, what makes you tick, what you like doing... etc

There is no denying that. And I'm not slamming the process.

I just find it strange to see the swagger in people's steps when they get a good job. Or the tilt in a proud chin at one's ministry. Or the slightly crooked smirk when one thinks one is more intelligent, more cool, simply just better than you.

I reckon though upbringing, growing up years, environment, school, jobs and so on do play a role in defining who you are, we should not be restricted by those definitions.

The search for pegs for your identity is like that not-too-little voice which half plead and half screamed a couple of times since I arrived to my new life in Malaysia: "What's this? You are the girl who became a journalist at 21 with a diploma! Mass Comm student! BA with Distinctions! yada yada yada!"

Or: "Shopppp! You are the quirky, attitude Topshop, little offbeat designers boutiques, babe who can take all those poka dots and stripes and lovely things in Topshop, Miss Selfridge and all that!"

Or: "You are earninggggg in ringgitttttt".

And to that, I have to say: "Whatever. Yeah right. And so What."

Pretty stupid when you type such out, isn't it? Yet basing identity on occupation, looks and money seem to be most common.

See, it's really ridiculous and terribly heart-wrenching to build ourselves on sand instead of rock. Like building houses on sand and losing everything you thought you are when a big wave strikes, it's painful to start with wrong foundations and insist on building on those wrong foundations.

I don't believe there is any way of getting around the above.

We have to build on Christ, the only Solid Rock which will ever stand. What that means is that we learn to find our identity in Him.

Which is not that far off really. When you learn that your eternal Hope is in Him, just as your Strength is in Him and really, your whole life is in Him, doesn't it make sense to just trust Him more 'cause He is unfailing?

Unfailing in His Love and Character. Flawless.

Able to be built upon. Able to hold you up. Able to stand for you and fight for you, to protect you and keep your love for Him and for abundant life warm and on fire.

It. Just. Makes. Sense.

As you base your identity on Jesus, the King who remembers your name, you learn to dwell in Him and so you live in Him to take hold of every promise He has for your life, every good work prepared in advanced for you to do, every hope and future He has planned.

It's biblical.

I want to find my identity in Christ. I want to build my life on the Rock. And it comforts me to tears knowing that God is gentle enough to rebuild the areas of my life without tearing me down or me dying. Though it's wondrous - 'cause I have died in Christ and was born anew spiritually to allow the changes I needed to happen happen.

I'm going back to the basics. 'cause the magnitude of them is so that I need to always dwell in them and I always want to live in them.

Who am I?

Why am I here?

I know. And if I can, any one else can too.

13:20.

Random moments of amusement:

A plump little 5-year-old girl at CG grabbing a Pooh Bear soft toy, shoving it to someone's face and saying: "It's fat! Just like me!"

My mom absent-mindedly saying "Same to you" when I wished her Happy Mother's Day.

Pre-10am, not-socially-functional me's reaction to a volunteer who's here to help us make calls to neaten up the database: "Ooooh, you are the angel of help and all things good"

>.<

17:47.

I: have moved to my new apartment
I am: feeling happy that today's our 11th month anniversary
I am aware: of the knots in my shoulders and neck
I want: to get out of the office fast so we can go on our date

:)

All in all, happy and contented am me. More words and alphabets coming up when I blog next. Have a good Monday, cheers.

1035.

You stood before creation
Forever within Your hand
You spoke all life into motion
My soul's in His hand

You stood before my failure
Carried the Cross for my shame
My sin went upon Your shoulders
My soul's in His hand

So what can I say
What can I do
But offer this heart O God
Completely to YOU

I walk upon salvation
The Spirit of light in me
My soul to declare Your promise
My life in Your hands

So I’ll stand
With arms high and heart abandoned
In awe of the One who gave it all

So I’ll stand
My soul Lord to You surrendered
All I am

is Yours

- The Stand, United Live

1214.

"Through a growing understanding of God's plan for their lives, a new intimacy with God through prayer, and a spirit of joy and courage even in life's toughest moments, people of faith are able to gradually face up to the issues that have caused them anxiety. What begins as a spiritual experience, grows out into every other aspect of their being - soul, mind, and body. That's what the Bible means when it says that we can be totally transformed by the renewal of our minds."

- Next Wave

11:07.

My man is sweet =)

10:27.

I'll Sing,
Sing I Love You So!
And I'll Sing,
'cause the world can't take away Your Love

1030.

Fragmented thoughts moving at the speed of a Matrix jump have been making themselves home in me. Granted, their occupancy is not exactly new but their qualitity seem to be multiplying.

It has only been two and a half weeks but it feels longer though every working week - the current one seems to be moving at a nice spanking pace - has felt short so far.

Full-time - What does that mean? And how does the church view those who work in Christian organisations, not churches? If hierarchies within the Bride exist, whether man-made or not in a divine plan I do not have full capacity to comprehend, then does the church's staff view those "outside" it lesser? Like O_o

Those are just thoughts, by the way. No need for alarm.

Life still confounds me, albeit not as much as it did the 13-year-old me wracked with existential questions I was probably just able to understand.

Friends, friendships which have lasted, friendships buried by distance, friends from eras past and present; secondary school friends, church friends, first job friends, poly friends, work friends, melbourne friends and friends from more than one category - It makes me feel odd somewhere inside to think of how fluid relationships can be and how all of us seem to have such different lives. There are acquaintances which I frankly think I rather never met but I choose to believe God has a purpose for every thing and so I live and learn and give thanks for the friends I'm glad I met.

The church and us Christians still baffle me at times too, albeit the 24-going-25-year-old me deals with it better than the 19-year-old me who slammed a church door in exasperation.

Whereas I once refused all leadership in cynicism of "the system", now, when I see leaders whose lives just seem whitewashed, I get upset and worried (with more worry than upsetment) and I learn to pray for their flock and trust God that He will show their leaders what they need to see. And if I am to voice what I see one day, He will have to nudge me to 'cause it would kill me to do things with the wrong motivation.

I - and the "I" is same but transformed to be more like my Jesus daily - now live a life so different from what I ever had before and now and then, it's as if I feel my bones graze my soul and I either take a deep breath or refuse to breathe momentarily. It's like some invountarily reaction of the body responding to the touch of the strange essence of the soul it houses for just a little while.

I am still walking a step at a time, learning to walk by faith and not freak at how only one step at a time is illuminated though my God has given me a dream for the future.

And like how I emailed a friend just now, God has been blessing me heaps with little and big things. I've been kept busy thus enough not to go find time to mope or be melancholy or even homesick.

Talking about home, I'd be in Sg on Sat and bus back up to PJ on Tues noon to resume work on Wed. Which means I'd get to vote :) Monday's a working day in the Sg office and I've to get to Bedok from Woodlands at 10am but well, I kind of miss that little red dot so it would be nice to be back home.

It's strange how home PJ is getting to feel like too though. And the last two nights, I think Ray's family and myself had really good dinners around the dining table. On Sun night, after an awesome dinner of curry prawns, veggies, tofu in soy sauce and er, I can't rem the others, we top them off with three boxes of durian (mmmmm) and a slice of Secret Recipe Choc Banana cake. Very awesome :)

Ray's mom has also cottoned on that I am a soup and veggie lover and always asks me to get more soup. Like how my own mom does, she also looks happy when the pot is empty. Heh, mothers are cute and awesome lah.

I almost wrote I feel so adult now but saw the unthinking conformity of the sentence. I've felt more adult than my age meant me to be for half my life so really, the would-be "adult stuff" should not be overwhelming.

My soul knows very well that I belong to the King who remembers my name.

It's a Thursday and there's a website mock-up page and a letter to supporters to redraft. I'll catch you folks later, ok?

Have a good day now.

Cheerios.