tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91572806319393188052024-03-05T19:47:47.805+08:00Dirty Running ShoesStained, mucky and smudged. But still good.Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-21904039648512209672012-04-21T02:31:00.001+08:002012-04-21T02:33:18.072+08:00What difference is there...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
... if I lift my hands during worship and at a concert?<br />
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... if I lead worship on Sunday morning in church but swear when someone tries to cut into my lane?<br />
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... if I call myself a leader in church and ill-treat my own sister?<br />
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... if I give clap offerings to God and play an instrument in the worship team but with that very same pair of hands, I take what is not due to me? <br />
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... if I take the time off from work and serve in the mission field but feel absolutely nothing for the beggar who begs for money when I am having my food at the hawker stall?<br />
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My point is, how can one make a difference in the world if one is not making them on their daily basis?<br />
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Want to make a difference? Start with the small things. </div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-29084167939520696182012-04-15T02:50:00.000+08:002012-04-15T02:50:02.063+08:00"... and the truth shall set you free."<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's midnight at 2am, a beep from my phone. It was an SMS from the god-sister, who had gone to Utah a week earlier.<br />
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It was bad news. She didn't get along with that guy, whom she had been crazy about for the past few months. He's nice, I don't doubt that. The only thing that troubled me is simply this guy is a Mormon.<br />
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I've always had this issue with her being a Mormon without knowing much of what she believes in. Almost no knowledge about the doctrines and why she believes in what she believes in. You can say that she's almost blind to it, as it seemed so to me when I questioned her understanding about the religion.<br />
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My fear, is that if she ever get on with this guy, it'll be ever harder for her to get out of it.<br />
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Before she left for Utah, I wrote her an email. Apart from all the obligatory good-byes that I have to say, I included a prayer for her, that she will, in exact words, "know the truth and let the truth set you free".<br />
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She's hurting, I know. I can tell from the SMS. I am sadden that her pursuit of happiness had to come to an end, but I can't help feeling a good sense of hope. It's God's answer to my prayer. Truth has been shown to her about this guy and the reality that they can't be together. And hope for me, that she can turn back now, anytime she wants.<br />
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I guess people have to be cruel to be kind.<br />
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Surely there's a reason why God has allowed this. I have been praying for her to know Him for who truly is, and not by what a random guy who digs for things and rewrites the Bible.<br />
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I just hope she recovers soon. </div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-79870574179184463802012-03-25T12:20:00.001+08:002012-03-25T12:20:09.207+08:00Food for ThoughtWilliam temple, archbishop of Canterbury 1942-44 <br />
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"Worship is the submission of all of our nature to God. <br />
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It is the quickening of conscience by His holiness.<br />
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Nourishment of mind by His truth. <br />
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Purifying of imagination by His beauty. <br />
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Opening of the heart to His love. <br />
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And submission of will to His will and purpose. <br />
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And all of this gathered up in adoration is the greatest of human expressions of which we are capable."Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-65920127320371249312012-03-25T02:57:00.002+08:002012-03-25T02:57:31.316+08:00Making a pointI spent two hour writing a post. Towards the end, I find that the points I was trying the make were rather contradicting.<br />
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So I deleted the whole post.<br />
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Anyway, here's a picture I took with Instagram today!<br />
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<br /> Hope you're having a good weekend so far! :)Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-91461816958187448662012-03-04T01:55:00.002+08:002012-03-04T02:42:27.296+08:00Back on TrackOf late I have been having this nagging feeling to start writing again. Some of you might know, I was in college to be a trained writer (I was trying to be fancy. Really I meant that I did journalism). Writing was something I find myself to be relatively good in since primary school. Also as an extrovert, I find writing (or talking) allows me to express- an avenue for me to pour my feelings.<br />
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Of course, along the way I've gotten distracted. There's the new job (Yes, I have ANOTHER new job now!) which is huge blessing from God. It is a steep learning curve for me, therefore I have found myself in situations where I will think about work first thing in the morning and it is also the last thing at night before falling asleep. At times I work weekends, so it was hard to sit down and actually pen down my thoughts because I'll be exhausted.<br />
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As I was talking to a dear colleague about this, she said something which I thought was interesting. She said I maybe going through quarter-life crisis. I think there is some truths in that. As I am turning 25 this June, maturity is what I want to see myself progress in while keeping a positive and almost child-like outlook in life. Writing meant a lot to me, so is journaling my quiet time with God, spending time mentoring a young church member, exercising, missions and photography. I want to travel and see the world, particularly Europe for myself. Some years were wasted in the first quarter and I want to make the best out the rest that I have. I don't know how many more years ahead, I just want to make it count this time.<br />
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Running the race a little differently this time. Will run it purposefully and not just running for the sake of running it.<br />
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And because I cannot stand having a blogpost without a picture, here's a picture taken with my iPhone last month during my church's youth camp. It's one of those rare times I think iPhone photos are better than my DSLR's.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sun setting at Peaceheaven, Genting Highlands. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-64032343496670712592012-03-03T03:52:00.001+08:002012-03-03T03:52:38.196+08:00Tech savvyI've always had this app on my iPhone since June last year, I mean the Blogger app, apparently allows me to blog right off my phone. Since insomnia came to visit again, I thought I'd give it a try. <br />
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So to test this out, I am going to publish a random photo from my phone. <br />
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I unearthed my old Nokia today as I was clearing my desk. That tough cookie was stuck with me for almost 3 years, although in between I used a cool O2 Atom Exec. Cool during it's time, anyway. <br />
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I shall put that away in the museum. <br />
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Yes. I am ought to start writing again.Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-6718607817095932822011-01-24T01:43:00.001+08:002011-01-24T01:58:46.003+08:00Hello, January 2011It's the time of the year I feel new. Every thing has been reseted, start a new.<br />
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I've decided that it is time to get back to writing again this year. Apart from a lot of things that is happening in my life right now (which I will fill you in later), the reality is that the will to write and time to allow myself to explore my imagination is now unfortunately rare.<br />
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This reality hit me like an eighteen-wheeler when I was given a task to do a simple write-up of my church's Christmas carnival. The dateline was 12th January and I struggled through the writing process until the 9th January. Even that I had my pastor to check what I've written and I am embarrassed at the silly mistakes I made in the article.<br />
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As I wondered, I was not able to recall the last time I actually pen my thoughts. And since this blog has been accumulating dust, guess it's a good time to start.<br />
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Tonight is one of those rare nights where I get inspired by listening to Josh Groban and reading some thought provoking quotes by C.S Lewis, Elisabeth Elliot and John Piper. Again, I don't remember the last time I had so much of inspiration to express in writing and in speech.<br />
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However, since this is my first post in the year of 2011, I will fill you in on what's been happening in my life.<br />
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I got a new job. (Yay!)<br />
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I am not sure how many of you know, the reason for the birth of this blog was a result of a careless practice on freedom of speech. It was foolish and it had cost me my previous job as a kindergarten teacher. Sure, I have hated the management there, but it was foolish of me not to practice self-control and let it spill all over the world wide web for everyone to see.<br />
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Anyway.<br />
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For some time I was afraid of going back to work. The job in the kindergarten was just a glimpse of corporate and I hated it. Hence, I've been battling with myself to find something that is not corporate and having this very idealistic, if not, unrealistic idea of doing things I totally love doing, like ministry, or photography. I thought it is time. I still believe there is a place for that to happen perhaps later in my life, but then, God has other plans.<br />
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As I wait for the right time and the right door to open, I was working in church as a casual worker with very minimal pay. And God is good by giving my leaders like my both my pastors to knock some sense into my head when I needed it. There were things in my own life that I need to sort out, some attitudes and character flaws that needed correction and my pastors have very tactfully yet firmly conveyed them to me.<br />
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So August last year I have decided to send my resumes out, hoping to get interviews for jobs. It was a scary a ride as the thought of going corporate still scares me. Committing the job interviews to God, for Him to help me know which job to take on, I went for a few here and there and simply to cut the long story short, I got a job with a local stock photography company. Though the job description for me has very little to do with being creatively involved, instead, it is more on the selling aspect.<br />
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I took the job as the job came at the right time and I acknowledged that as a proof of God's faithfulness in providence. I admit, there were days I dread going to work because of the nature of the job, which is actually cold calling. I persevered simply because this is God's will for me to have this job.<br />
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Somehow, in the days where I dread going to work yet I completed my quota day by day, without any complains to my superior. God's favour was all over me, I have also gain favour among my superiors. To cut the long story short again, God has enabled me to skip two steps up in position and was given a good increment in just 4 months in the job.<br />
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I couldn't have done it if it's not for God.<br />
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This has been such a good start to the new year, to which I look forward with God's loving guidance and that I would not allow anymore fear to hold me back from taking that step of faith. A friend once taught me to ask myself this question before taking that step of faith- "What is there to lose, anyway?" Come to think of it, what is there to lose, anyway? What could be the worst thing that could happen? For us as Christians, we are assured of God's leading and that ALL things work out for the good for those who love Him. So what if it's not the right way? The Bible says to trust in Him and lean not on our own understanding and He will make our paths straight. It is better than staying stagnant, paralyzed by fear and not even making that step at all.<br />
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I hope you, whoever you are reading this will have a great year ahead. :)Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-2950095260190289562010-07-05T23:14:00.002+08:002010-07-05T23:21:58.998+08:00Spring Cleaning.*Blows the cyber dust off*<div><br /></div><div>Oh, hi there.<div><br /></div><div>Seriously, you are still reading this blog? </div><div><br /></div><div>Wow.</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, so maybe there isn't anyone at all.</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay. Bye! </div><div><br /></div><div>*Bounces away*</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-72789834152449347442010-04-08T01:49:00.002+08:002010-04-08T02:05:54.726+08:00My Imagination is My PlaygroundSometimes I doodle into the dark grey sky with a white chalk.<div><br /></div><div>Drift of to sleep on a snowmobile.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dance in an empty parking lot.</div><div><br /></div><div>Have a meal sitting on a flag pole.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jump on the backseat of my car.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sing in the Himalayas.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lead worship with Chris Tomlin.</div><div><br /></div><div>Have a company I call my own.</div><div><br /></div><div>Play the guitar wearing a wedding gown.</div><div><br /></div><div>Talk politics with God and wonder what He thinks.</div><div><br /></div><div>___________________</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>BTW, do you know that desserts is stressed when spell backwards? </div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-55423580227517699772010-03-15T02:13:00.008+08:002010-03-16T19:17:55.037+08:00Remembering Nepal<span style="font-style:italic;"><blockquote><b>"...nothing so liberalizes a man and expands the kindly instincts that nature put in him as travel and contact with many kinds of people."<br />- Mark Twain</b></blockquote><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span><br />Nepal. The mention of this country makes some people think of the majestic Himalayan mountain range, some of Buddhism pilgrimages and the origin of a big group of migrant workers in Malaysia. No matter how much you can presume Nepal to be, you have to experience Nepal for yourself, especially to see and know God's heart for this beautiful country.<br /><br />This week last year I was in Nepal for a mission trip. An experience I can never forget- I could almost remember what happened in bits from the day I left home to the day I got home.<br /><br />The trip was very special because it was my first time boarding a plane.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXIGfkOWrWznTg-Bi8A15K1kr_zqGrDUIzc6KJx6wdxGyPfMpCLDqqg8yu4L3JT53nysA4jFuVolnwqzN9vAFVBaExxUuPjR7wz_ZoPea9b9VeTF3VFZ8G643-KDH1ocT5_EMNqmGFQMHx/s1600-h/Nepal+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXIGfkOWrWznTg-Bi8A15K1kr_zqGrDUIzc6KJx6wdxGyPfMpCLDqqg8yu4L3JT53nysA4jFuVolnwqzN9vAFVBaExxUuPjR7wz_ZoPea9b9VeTF3VFZ8G643-KDH1ocT5_EMNqmGFQMHx/s400/Nepal+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448905249330826834" border="0" /></a><br />My first flight ticket.<br /><br />I remember not being able to sleep before the night before flying, though I forced myself to. Exited to go on the plane, exited to see what Nepal like and excited to see God at work in that nation!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Thj53KTIGoR_8ABReZPpCGL1aJVjXh2a-na-MIR4odURaVORqLzkgJ7GQPDb1hjlNbGi20BKGZa6h2_DSpHe4zky5W6kZTdNZUztmeVi-XUqJPXkD3eRqgQTo-7MFoB3mOmTJPA9WHqq/s1600-h/Nepal+019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Thj53KTIGoR_8ABReZPpCGL1aJVjXh2a-na-MIR4odURaVORqLzkgJ7GQPDb1hjlNbGi20BKGZa6h2_DSpHe4zky5W6kZTdNZUztmeVi-XUqJPXkD3eRqgQTo-7MFoB3mOmTJPA9WHqq/s400/Nepal+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448905243215820258" border="0" /></a><br />Took this shot while on air. It was early in the morning at about 7:30am and the moon is still visible.<br /><br /><div>The moment we touched down, I remembered having all my five senses engaged all at once. The air felt cool on my skin, the air smelled different, the buildings looked significantly different as well as the language that I hear every one is speaking- completely foreign.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCIH6dO7QKlMJ0k24E5ctWIKjYmuxBR2rwKA5fWcAvSVZqLmgmtulbOt57LRHx1QHLM-RNwwsD8DB1P5C5csqMJble3HB5SeHDm6l7VBGCoPx0J6-KTO8Pgh75ur-dipyQ09AxaELWS2p9/s1600-h/Nepal+656.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCIH6dO7QKlMJ0k24E5ctWIKjYmuxBR2rwKA5fWcAvSVZqLmgmtulbOt57LRHx1QHLM-RNwwsD8DB1P5C5csqMJble3HB5SeHDm6l7VBGCoPx0J6-KTO8Pgh75ur-dipyQ09AxaELWS2p9/s400/Nepal+656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448905272506965074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFV2oFDerPCnruUTViQitCTsw-bygqAs86EQ_Jq5mlxFOp8MHMDCAqxGEpdLKN_NrrTgenl19YKuwOFryODFtbOGkj82bGPGwrmCJfaxIv9hyaVP4CnaEUnCKcCr4wgGpA8j37SzS1Hjtc/s1600-h/Nepal+143.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFV2oFDerPCnruUTViQitCTsw-bygqAs86EQ_Jq5mlxFOp8MHMDCAqxGEpdLKN_NrrTgenl19YKuwOFryODFtbOGkj82bGPGwrmCJfaxIv9hyaVP4CnaEUnCKcCr4wgGpA8j37SzS1Hjtc/s400/Nepal+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448905265232926754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoHUUdMeO1p1AobaskfFxeeANq-yPzqMDfsY3ycW16uWDMY05FPITNNxnoGNoWjk2-44Hf-Ph3bTJ2TFvqjK8kLht9MX0K75nRA3JkkAN10gk9I8heyCYtPnyb3xJBOrHxyEd-g5ifKr6H/s1600-h/Nepal+136.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoHUUdMeO1p1AobaskfFxeeANq-yPzqMDfsY3ycW16uWDMY05FPITNNxnoGNoWjk2-44Hf-Ph3bTJ2TFvqjK8kLht9MX0K75nRA3JkkAN10gk9I8heyCYtPnyb3xJBOrHxyEd-g5ifKr6H/s400/Nepal+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448905258771849538" border="0" /></a>One of the first ministries the team get to do was some children's ministry at a ladies conference.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXq2Hivhp_a38fMvwI06wiUKt236_fKxBCU7mjUtV68XUKdy_smgY-4alUcBC8Cwu2-PddUJmQPGk6fhUUaZ1SyfdleoE1jEsGXpmj0MECriPMAEJOzYJLVJYBuN3b_dJtjGLy6OJ-9Bl7/s1600-h/Nepal+621.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXq2Hivhp_a38fMvwI06wiUKt236_fKxBCU7mjUtV68XUKdy_smgY-4alUcBC8Cwu2-PddUJmQPGk6fhUUaZ1SyfdleoE1jEsGXpmj0MECriPMAEJOzYJLVJYBuN3b_dJtjGLy6OJ-9Bl7/s400/Nepal+621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448911267711606466" border="0" /></a>The women, young and old worshiped God with much enthusiasm and zeal through the expression of dancing and singing. With hands lifted high, undignified. Something I find very lacking in our churches in urban Malaysia. Sometimes we're so conscious about what others might think about us if we worship with such passion and losing ourselves completely in the Lord. Face problem still remains as a huge issue, unfortunately. But seeing these women, I was really blessed. I wanna be like them.<br /><br />There was also the slum school ministry. Yes. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSTcVEDu27eFvQ9xCJVNSbd0PWoXhDvlY_Bei_CW2_-npu6dKfjfWpQUaczE8TnHIyZkZl32bY9-FI9MYBg6bYHDKKT1qcs7PDq4dHwz2lDJf7xNTQ1is8uA15PNd1gc_aPYtAMWXDTG0H/s1600-h/Nepal+524.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSTcVEDu27eFvQ9xCJVNSbd0PWoXhDvlY_Bei_CW2_-npu6dKfjfWpQUaczE8TnHIyZkZl32bY9-FI9MYBg6bYHDKKT1qcs7PDq4dHwz2lDJf7xNTQ1is8uA15PNd1gc_aPYtAMWXDTG0H/s400/Nepal+524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448911283491102722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHfH9rlDT5dT93gEt6xO8hLwVfLcS-y5VYvfNGgVtF_c65igGHQ7m5tEXwL7ri8CrpRLnbTIXmh3emyx43HWxlHwBbd3bB-bidgvTyHlei9CyL9wTNFpmb3hmmCONGFL3cnHLAO_9zzsCT/s1600-h/Nepal+413.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHfH9rlDT5dT93gEt6xO8hLwVfLcS-y5VYvfNGgVtF_c65igGHQ7m5tEXwL7ri8CrpRLnbTIXmh3emyx43HWxlHwBbd3bB-bidgvTyHlei9CyL9wTNFpmb3hmmCONGFL3cnHLAO_9zzsCT/s400/Nepal+413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448911273918406914" border="0" /></a><br />Watching Slumdog Millionaire is one thing, experiencing one is another. The team had a real taste of it when we were lead in by local leaders into the slum villages inhabited by migrants from India, hoping to find a living through child labour and by collecting recyclable materials to sell.<br /><br />And the children, ever so eager to learn, participate and make a connection with us.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9Gdz1lEyteMPTpXLGKLVKqFvfTRAzMyha9xy5CA1bKHNK3MyUo0BDKI31iBoF5rAlxTZVa_VP8FUMrA0Ho0xug0o3QQm_sjlLWrRWRSkjuOLM9OdtjLEMKPGCB-fNDrMgRnWuKLEIEVW/s1600-h/Nepal+281.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9Gdz1lEyteMPTpXLGKLVKqFvfTRAzMyha9xy5CA1bKHNK3MyUo0BDKI31iBoF5rAlxTZVa_VP8FUMrA0Ho0xug0o3QQm_sjlLWrRWRSkjuOLM9OdtjLEMKPGCB-fNDrMgRnWuKLEIEVW/s400/Nepal+281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449184206422196258" /></a><br />Despite their tough living environments, they are happy.<br /><br />After, there was also ministry at a Bible school. Where students are learning deeper into the word of God, in training to be pastor and church leaders.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc8etrg57u4kOxLCTyU7nonpj4QQ2AT_Wv2ttkL-hGs3F1SBB8Gynh2BrPZ7t3f3MjlbOUQPb2IhKXNEOvpM3y5r5hs2cFBQ3r79KOHurhRPfhxMdWwpaKeVCoUoDnHCgeo4iKUZucDn_t/s1600-h/Nepal+735.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc8etrg57u4kOxLCTyU7nonpj4QQ2AT_Wv2ttkL-hGs3F1SBB8Gynh2BrPZ7t3f3MjlbOUQPb2IhKXNEOvpM3y5r5hs2cFBQ3r79KOHurhRPfhxMdWwpaKeVCoUoDnHCgeo4iKUZucDn_t/s400/Nepal+735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448911290087330226" border="0" /></a><br />Earnestly seeking the Lord.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lastly, we went on a short holiday.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCe2HEk66GLdif0lFbUKC0qKtR4AhGOeIvyB-Z3WRhn-KRqXJB7-10Cx4KlY-DQgI85xlqj9aR1URi9dCdeGPlgOFlAOi3ox-7AJ_DBHbb77q6TEawqz1PZXLgc3w5xK7IsQqqlOkCqIy/s1600-h/Nepal+781.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuCe2HEk66GLdif0lFbUKC0qKtR4AhGOeIvyB-Z3WRhn-KRqXJB7-10Cx4KlY-DQgI85xlqj9aR1URi9dCdeGPlgOFlAOi3ox-7AJ_DBHbb77q6TEawqz1PZXLgc3w5xK7IsQqqlOkCqIy/s400/Nepal+781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448911299619059762" border="0" /></a><br />The place we had our holiday gave us the chance to enjoy the absolutely stunning, breath-taking view of the mountains and lush landscapes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpbTnbno2vVfRI0TJGnpc61apQAthPgAKgZlgcmR2o7H7WkAmtIOXmvVa5W55yvzDfa8jKxFACid9L2bv1MKsa42TtQxZc1xpcSeMfiDCzz0rWHbpfhpOXulryNDZ_nO5THApU6WyIO6a3/s1600-h/Nepal+900.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpbTnbno2vVfRI0TJGnpc61apQAthPgAKgZlgcmR2o7H7WkAmtIOXmvVa5W55yvzDfa8jKxFACid9L2bv1MKsa42TtQxZc1xpcSeMfiDCzz0rWHbpfhpOXulryNDZ_nO5THApU6WyIO6a3/s400/Nepal+900.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449184182169746562" /></a><br />We caught the sunrise at 7200ft above sea level. Just amazing!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoDd29iSwCCpCLpbEqfCpclXb6byBeDBkCSttbrQVJWKzra3mltIdnMA9GJQPG7TckDNIRoIWwuvtPfpprPmHU9STryrPSQPFvCANXfSFz9E2fKR8IRHBNHFZ_g6B6r0mQNZ3liPxcb1T/s1600-h/Nepal+947.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCoDd29iSwCCpCLpbEqfCpclXb6byBeDBkCSttbrQVJWKzra3mltIdnMA9GJQPG7TckDNIRoIWwuvtPfpprPmHU9STryrPSQPFvCANXfSFz9E2fKR8IRHBNHFZ_g6B6r0mQNZ3liPxcb1T/s400/Nepal+947.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449184199985891858" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5OeOjuexveZmlQhcP8zIz6asjb4iB-OBiYWzPuAi8HICVrUZYaqVEhZ3zHjodN5sc3z5ziNc3YLKYwWgxUMSMLMitRL9g0JztxJ4fwZyylShHoF5ek141apC1Mm6P3SEs0Bt97KU1Mwe/s1600-h/Nepal+929.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5OeOjuexveZmlQhcP8zIz6asjb4iB-OBiYWzPuAi8HICVrUZYaqVEhZ3zHjodN5sc3z5ziNc3YLKYwWgxUMSMLMitRL9g0JztxJ4fwZyylShHoF5ek141apC1Mm6P3SEs0Bt97KU1Mwe/s400/Nepal+929.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449184191276136882" /></a><br /><br />It's amazing when we witness these amazing creations of God, it often makes us feel insignificant. Becuase truly God is really great and we're absolutely nothing! Yet, His love for us is higher than than tallest mountain, deeper then the the deepest sea.<br /><br />As I remember this week last year I was in Nepal, I will take this week to remember God's work in the nation of Nepal. God bless Nepal. </div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-17866626083126192442010-03-11T10:54:00.002+08:002010-03-11T11:22:46.988+08:00Passion 2010In 2008 when Passion World Tour came to Malaysia they promoted Passion 2010. Having been really blessed while the team was in Malaysia, I really wanted to go for Passion 2010. The only problem is- Passion 2010 was going to be held in Atlanta, Georgia.<br /><br />Obviously I was not able to go. Considering the costs and trouble might leave me filling for bankruptcy by the end of it, y'know. But with the wonders of the Internet, I found the sermons at Passion 2010 uploaded on Vimeo!<br /><br />So here are some I wanna share with you. They have touched my heart and brought be a new awakening. Hope it does the same to you.<br /><br /><object width="400" height="223"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9595569&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9595569&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="223"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/9595569">Louie Giglio - Main Session 1 - Passion 2010</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user3071465">Jacob Marlowe</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p><br /><br /><object width="400" height="223"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9201058&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9201058&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="223"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/9201058">Beth Moore - Passion 2010 Main Session Talk</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user3071465">Jacob Marlowe</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p><br /><br /><object width="400" height="223"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9286835&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9286835&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="223"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/9286835">Andy Stanley - Passion 2010 Main Session Talk- It is Always a Mistake To Decide What You Do Before You Decide Who You Want To Be</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user3071465">Jacob Marlowe</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p><br /><object width="400" height="223"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9450037&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9450037&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="223"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/9450037">John Piper - Passion 2010 Main Session Talk - "Is Jesus An Egomaniac?"</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user3071465">Jacob Marlowe</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p><br /><br /><object width="400" height="223"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9918387&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9918387&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="223"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/9918387">Louie Giglio - Main Session Talk 2 - Passion 2010</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user3071465">Jacob Marlowe</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p><br /><br /><object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9277425&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9277425&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/9277425">Francis Chan Talk - Passion 2010</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user3071465">Jacob Marlowe</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p><br /><br />Special thanks to<a href="http://vimeo.com/user3071465"> Jacob Marlowe</a> for sharing the videos!Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-5682239033799685962010-03-10T01:45:00.002+08:002010-03-10T01:48:56.049+08:00Dreamin' Big<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnqCxR5l3JkBTQo_jihdMLg3beyo5joPpT1hBi09ejAx4ZwdQ_epEWaQrsJABziXbD1WTT72J6RkuTQOhjhARvkKLA6j9GKP86iDBOp-bXLteP0HcyrlBUqNy5s4RwEUxeIXfkHgS1TpeS/s1600-h/Moto+edited.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnqCxR5l3JkBTQo_jihdMLg3beyo5joPpT1hBi09ejAx4ZwdQ_epEWaQrsJABziXbD1WTT72J6RkuTQOhjhARvkKLA6j9GKP86iDBOp-bXLteP0HcyrlBUqNy5s4RwEUxeIXfkHgS1TpeS/s400/Moto+edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446678797958245938" /></a><br />There was a time I wanted to be a press photographer. I wanted go out there, take photos and tell a story. Like how journalists do, but in photographs instead.<br /><br />I changed my mind along the way, however. Now, I wonder if there is such a profession called a missions photographer. One who goes out to the world to work with mission teams/organizations, takes photos and brings them back to bring an awareness, and even to stir hearts to be actively part of God's great commission. <div><br /></div><div>It really seems great as I have a heart for missions, I love people and I love photography. Also, it was what I told God I would do when I was deciding on getting the DSLR. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now I am praying. Praying, praying, praying for His direction in this area. </div><div><br /></div><div>Pray with me, will you? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-86641547493351659582010-03-08T19:43:00.005+08:002010-03-08T19:47:24.207+08:00Owh, SNAP!If there's one thing you should know about me...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM7A5cF9uW1ihuKvTVg3SNi6yEneHxPpbAGVNZk_asoheyx7hZtoiQUIcrizGjY1UmOOZFUGdSu12R4AYd-HDgwSX9QC48yizGhAhHKFPb0NttLFDOyfR5_ivvRw7N4NJ50z3ilmCYcqIc/s1600-h/Crocs-2+resized.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM7A5cF9uW1ihuKvTVg3SNi6yEneHxPpbAGVNZk_asoheyx7hZtoiQUIcrizGjY1UmOOZFUGdSu12R4AYd-HDgwSX9QC48yizGhAhHKFPb0NttLFDOyfR5_ivvRw7N4NJ50z3ilmCYcqIc/s400/Crocs-2+resized.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446227578613630610" /></a><br /><br />You should know that I love Crocs.Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-91565026046039178752010-03-08T19:26:00.006+08:002010-03-08T20:14:31.137+08:00Feast Your EyesSince the end of last year, I haven't been very inspired to do any photography. I brought my camera everywhere but I don't seem to want to take it out to shoot anything at all because there's nothing really interesting to shoot and when I shoot with this attitude, my photos will turn out below satisfactory. That will further discourage me. <div><br /></div><div>It's like a writer's block. Except this is the case for photography. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I spent this off day of mine to edit my photos. Saving the few shots that are worth saving and experiment with new settings. With my vision all blurred and tired by afternoon, I find satisfaction in only a handful of photos. </div><div><br /></div><div>And so to make this place look more cheery, I shall put them up.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOLEoDxUPumHqpkqWaH-rLL4Rhh8oaleT_k64OmBwYPATFNahqvjLPuH7S4UDDVlYHV29tlAO5tdiZXkBRkWlQxAA9_N4iwXVri5951L0dMUVovQpsyKjwHxEOVYkH_yKRFNP8q9Yw6VL0/s1600-h/TTDI-11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOLEoDxUPumHqpkqWaH-rLL4Rhh8oaleT_k64OmBwYPATFNahqvjLPuH7S4UDDVlYHV29tlAO5tdiZXkBRkWlQxAA9_N4iwXVri5951L0dMUVovQpsyKjwHxEOVYkH_yKRFNP8q9Yw6VL0/s400/TTDI-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446226099852735762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4X79ltrrzwvGwzIZTzO-AulwBo6bqziMuA-VaR80Wk90MjrKAstPpGPP32v5_Kq-byvhWP-Jek33EO8zydciXpwXjYygq5HA-539IV4bYK4_iO5yCn7Ge7XV1iW1RLagr3yDEMyS9ld4_/s1600-h/TTDI-3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4X79ltrrzwvGwzIZTzO-AulwBo6bqziMuA-VaR80Wk90MjrKAstPpGPP32v5_Kq-byvhWP-Jek33EO8zydciXpwXjYygq5HA-539IV4bYK4_iO5yCn7Ge7XV1iW1RLagr3yDEMyS9ld4_/s400/TTDI-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446226092990876514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRuk_XWMgzqKogsIQDeKCOWDfN90ypcyzLtWNnU43AkbDbYHj9ZWs9WibyRkSlv_mhs0mBEonp7xUbYwvQSLaJFqGMDvg0F7mVLtEGekD-NwhS6cm6MuHV10oTSK99ZSv3h3XW67VrZQgJ/s1600-h/TTDI-12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRuk_XWMgzqKogsIQDeKCOWDfN90ypcyzLtWNnU43AkbDbYHj9ZWs9WibyRkSlv_mhs0mBEonp7xUbYwvQSLaJFqGMDvg0F7mVLtEGekD-NwhS6cm6MuHV10oTSK99ZSv3h3XW67VrZQgJ/s400/TTDI-12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446226089155132514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9T7chnQcylPJL9O3dRczAuymwkI0fiqH2Jz2KCi4Fc3pLYKRxNZ55RfxtLgUr06rJjs83bt6rmsK5LVOvAmDsHyG0sC5RWEX8bK3QJXr9JTn8pH39aTU-wQJANh6jPVxVoiC5UxEwHOGI/s1600-h/TTDI-9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9T7chnQcylPJL9O3dRczAuymwkI0fiqH2Jz2KCi4Fc3pLYKRxNZ55RfxtLgUr06rJjs83bt6rmsK5LVOvAmDsHyG0sC5RWEX8bK3QJXr9JTn8pH39aTU-wQJANh6jPVxVoiC5UxEwHOGI/s400/TTDI-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446226081643434770" /></a><br /><br />Photos were taken on 28th of Feb 2010.Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-39949217026349097082010-03-06T16:26:00.003+08:002010-03-06T16:30:22.106+08:00Sea Urchins are PrettyI learnt that often humour comes from absolutely random things. <div><br /></div><div>I shall experiment. </div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-3488091053645923152010-03-06T15:50:00.003+08:002010-03-06T16:24:13.637+08:00Straight-Forward SimplicityThis blog has been very depressing with the picture of the pair of shoes and my sad, sad entries. I think monkeys can cry reading this. I apologize.<div><br /></div><div>Just a random thought. Only recently I realize that I am actually very straight-forward in my thinking. Simple-minded and naive. </div><div><br /></div><div>I noticed this through conversations I have with my friends who are in the political scene as journalists or directly involved with politicians. </div><div><br /></div><div>You see, I often take comments and statements as it is. Whether the person may have a different connotation or that he/she insults indirectly, I'll not get it. I don't seem to be able to twist and turn what was said and analyzing it right at the spot. Even if I do, it confuses me or I simply dismisses it. </div><div><br /></div><div>That's why I often find myself in situations where I am caught unaware and sometimes being manipulated. </div><div><br /></div><div>I guess that's why I find the working world out there, especially office politics so very confusing, wicked and cunning. Something I am not able to bring myself to face because I am simply too simple. </div><div><br /></div><div>Another thought that comes with this thought- As Christians, we are in the world and not of the world, are we also to understand and read conversations between the lines and manoeuver our way to success? What does it takes to out-smart such situations? </div><div><br /></div><div>Is this all part of growing up and growing out of straight-forward simplicity of life?<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-81871381941185142052010-02-27T12:05:00.004+08:002010-02-27T20:43:31.652+08:00Not Ought ToWorship practice is at 2pm and I have no songs ready at 12pm.<div><br /></div><div>I am not in the right state of mind to think.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Due to my own negligence, I now drive with an expired road-tax. In fear or any police/JPJ roadblocks. </div><div><br /></div><div>I want to lose my temper and break things, but that's not right to do and I am not ought to do it.</div><div><br /></div><div>What I feel like doing doesn't necessary go with what I am ought to do, and at the same time I want to do what I am ought to do, I just don't feel like doing what I am ought to do and go ahead without hesitation to do what I am not ought to do. </div><div><br /></div><div>And now I really want to do is cry and hide a hole where no one will find me. </div></div>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-48573964908551012052010-02-20T01:13:00.000+08:002010-02-20T01:13:16.299+08:00Truth SaturdaySometimes I don't like the way I act.<br /><br />Coming to the age of 23 this year, I often find myself in situations where my feelings go against my values. As in, I know I am not supposed to act in such a way in a situation but I can't help displaying immaturity (Eeek!). It's almost like another person inside of me whom I don't like.<br /><br />The funny thing is, I am conscious about what's going on. About the way I act and know that it's not right to act that way while I am acting it. And sometimes, I don't know how to not feel that way.<br /><br />I admit, sometimes I allow myself to dwell on it. It feels good for a while, and I will regret it like crazy later.<br /><br />My question is, how do you put on a smiley face when you don't feel like it? How do you face up to people you don't like and act like you're still buddies with them? How to not feel the way you feel and feel the way you should feel?<br /><br />Is it just me being an ENFP or it's something I am ought to change because I am an ENFP?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh God, teach me how to act more and more like Jesus everyday.</span>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-13684486925888532612010-02-11T12:46:00.000+08:002010-02-11T12:48:20.979+08:00AwwwI LOVE <a href="http://akxm11.blogspot.com/">ALYSSA KOH</a>. :) :) :)Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-76977620819837376462010-02-09T17:57:00.003+08:002010-02-09T18:20:03.456+08:00Growing UpHow do I display maturity in tough situations, when things seem to be unfair, hurtful and heartbreaking?<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />I am going to turn 23 and I still can't seem to get it right. </span>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-32832957492285087712010-02-09T17:49:00.000+08:002010-02-09T17:51:05.793+08:00Messed UpI needed to cry.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Jesus, hold me now. </span>Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-85056566800112121502010-02-08T01:05:00.001+08:002010-02-08T02:46:13.590+08:00StillI have to learn to keep my mouth shut.Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-19556659995577530662010-02-07T03:04:00.002+08:002010-02-07T03:36:47.884+08:00I'm a Weird Girl.I think I am, at least.<br /><br />I'm one of those weird girls who reads the news, gets exited assembling/fixing a computer problem, prefers t-shirts and jeans than to skirts and dresses, talk technical when it comes to photography and desires to travel to third-world countries to learn new cultures and for ministry. I don't club nor mix around in that circle and live a wild, partying life.<br /><br />Have you met any other girl like me? Well, I haven't.<br /><br />Some girls have so much confidence in them they can put on whatever they want and look stunning. They don't keep abreast with the happenings in the political arena nor they know how to handle a computer breakdown but they don't care as much. They don't necessarily like photography now knows how to use a camera but they look beautiful in photos.<br /><br />They change boyfriends like changing clothes, and I wonder why am I still single.<br /><br />It seems childish to think like that. I admit, it is undeniably childish and I don't know why I am entertaining these thoughts. <br /><br />I am praying tonight, that I know deep in me that he made me different because there is a reason and a purpose and a call for who I am about. I should accept that in a great way in God and believe for the fruitfulness that comes. Let me be weird, at least I am I rooted in Christ and have my identity anchored and found in Him and Him alone.<br /><br />Gonna go sleep it off now. Good night.Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157280631939318805.post-76463210690175955692010-02-06T14:27:00.003+08:002010-02-06T14:37:21.723+08:00Only in MalaysiaAs a driver, I am very turned-off by the mannerism of some other drivers.<br />And today, I shall show you some "Malaysian hospitality".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZRm7ySzoew_N6X1fD8tafsqPf7lyVRLML0pfbha11xs01lkmUpoxEF0LU_GSSZ5iz6XcTOvoPt8CGsm-gi4aRAghIiVdVoZIj5ZUqklOAz1c9E_daQI7gLbm58Bgfqssbu4uJXHPe3EdM/s1600-h/Photo_0009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZRm7ySzoew_N6X1fD8tafsqPf7lyVRLML0pfbha11xs01lkmUpoxEF0LU_GSSZ5iz6XcTOvoPt8CGsm-gi4aRAghIiVdVoZIj5ZUqklOAz1c9E_daQI7gLbm58Bgfqssbu4uJXHPe3EdM/s400/Photo_0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435013401842139154" border="0" /></a><br />Not parking within the box.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwWaKDOzSvq62OQYnz7tm_kZ3CMScYfrdS0saJG_nXVAEkZ5WCVVXkSgmV1-eRR-01w2CW7RzOWKXLxynv72wiYiS_9b_k3-krY6ww1LYeGwjXPPoCAFpNZfAEAwL05teNarORHFsyAdah/s1600-h/Photo_0008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwWaKDOzSvq62OQYnz7tm_kZ3CMScYfrdS0saJG_nXVAEkZ5WCVVXkSgmV1-eRR-01w2CW7RzOWKXLxynv72wiYiS_9b_k3-krY6ww1LYeGwjXPPoCAFpNZfAEAwL05teNarORHFsyAdah/s400/Photo_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435013399114328578" border="0" /></a><br />One car occupying 2 lots. Nice<br /><br /><br />I'm so sorry, I couldn't resist. I am so mad la.Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17757801540821643331noreply@blogger.com0