Something to chew on...

I remember a story my primary school teacher once shared with us... The gist of the story is this.

There was once this taxi-driver who had a mentally-retarded son who needed to be helped with the most simple of tasks such as eating. Anyway, the father worked tirelessly to bring in the bread for his family while his wife looked after the son.

He passed away at only 50. He was remembered as one of the most hardworking taxi drivers and his photo was displayed in the main office (I can't remember if there was any reference to people praying to it...)

However, the son lived till 90, and in the final days of his life, still needed to be helped (this time by his nephews/nieces) in the most simple of tasks.

Guess it's not the number of years a person lives that matters - it's what he does with it... Something to chew on.

In memory of my late brother in Christ who did more in 20 years what others did in 70.

Concert 06/07 Swingers

Ok, having just returned from concert (actually about an hr ago lah,
the rest of the time was spent checking other stuff and buying
supper...)

And, one thing to say, IT WAS GREAT! Concert ppl reading this (don't
know if there are any... if there are please sound out on my tagboard
hehe).. give yourselves a well deserved pat on the back, you deserve
it 101% as much as I enjoyed myself thoroughly watching it. Wow.

I guess the thing which endeared me to the plot of this Concert for
one thing, besides the love story, is the fact that it is about two
students facing life's challenges akin to what most of us are going
through i'm sure. Competition with our fellow students (no thanks to
the bell curve and CAP system) is one thing...

And another thing which really cracked me up was that this year, they
incorporated the 'parents' of the main characters making their
entrance by the side aisles and one of them even interacted with a
few members of the audience including an 'electrician' and a certain
'plumber', heh heh. Hope he does not take offense or else the actor
is really going to get it, ha ha (joking)

The other thing was that... there was a play within a play which i
must admit is quite an interesting concept...

If i were asked to, from a third party point of view to sum up what i
felt the main theme of this concert was, it's love. In the play, the
two main characters were together in the end, but in the play within
a play, they were not. I was kind of captivated by this theme
especially since it kind of mirrors what i am going through now. :|
But nevertheless, this concert has a happy ending... and I am sure
that one day, at an undetermined time in the future, the love story
of my life will have a happy ending as well, with The Special Someone
who is out there but as yet unidentified..... as for now... I can
only wait and see, and not force open the veil which God has not
opened for me yet.

Will be waking up early tomorrow for an early church service, so i
shall retire to my bed. once again, all Concert members reading this
give yourself another pat on the back. Good Job, Well Done!!!

Exams are drawing near once again

Yes, it's the time of the year again... it's week 10 (going on 11), only 3 WEEKS MORE to reading week...

Random musings

For once, i am finally updating something other than the lame 

Tagboard is down!!! :( It keeps requesting for some funny userid and password when I load the page... anyway for the life of me, i can't remember what's my password, which i guess means the old tagboard is history. I've got a new tagboard from flooble. Hope it doesnt 

My hair has grown.. very soon i will be able to comb it again.. but i'm not really in a hurry to do that

Concert rehearsals are going on as i type this.... looks like a lot of ppl are getting really high strung over it. Anyway i will definitely be going down to show my support. All those ppl are my friends after all, even though we have no time to talk because of concert. Oh well... and that brings me to think of a certain friend of mine whom we have not spoke for a very long time cos she is busy with work. Not too busy to maintain the friendship i hope... 

I've made up my mind to apply for SEP. probably to australia, which i am not confident of getting due to my pathetic CAP score. got to study hard this sem to boost my CAP to at least 3.5, and boost my chances of getting the SEP destination i want.\

$$ though is a real pain in the @$$... on average, everything will cost about $10k for one sem, even by the most modest estimates. And i've already maxed myself out in terms of loans to cover my basic university education in sg

If all else fails, there's always the SU (Singapore Universities) SEP. Which means I go to NTU to experience the life there. Somehow, if i could map those difficult modules like Heat Transfer, etc (and they'll be on S/U).... but the other side of the coin is that it will be harder for me to push up my CAP then.

It's the end of week 9. There's only 4 more weeks left to the dreaded reading week, and then the exams.

It's time to stop playing around, stop slacking and start studying.

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Someone out there knows this is directed to her. I know that you have found the one . And I know I am not good enough, but what matters is your happiness – not mine. I will be as happy if you are similarly blessed by the one whom you truly love. God bless you.

Something meaningful.

Something meaningful.......

> > THE CAB RIDE
> > By Author Unknown
> >
> > Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30
> > a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground
> > floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk
>=
> >once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away. But, I had seen too =
> >many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of =
> >transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to =
> >the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I =
> >reasoned to myself.
> >
> > So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a
> > frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the
> > floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's
> > stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with
> > a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side
> > was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had
> > lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
> > There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the
> > counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and
> > glassware.
> >
> > "Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase
> > to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
> >
> > She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept
> > thanking me for my kindness.
> >
> > "It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way
> > I would want my mother treated".
> >
> > "Oh, you're such a good boy", she said.
> >
> > When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you
> > drive through downtown?"
> >
> > "It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.
> >
> > "Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a =
> >hospice".
> >
> > I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening.
> >
> > "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I
> > don't have very long."
> >
> > I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you
> > like me to take?" I asked.
> >
> > For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the
> > building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove
> > through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they
> > were newlyweds. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a
> > particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness,
> > saying nothing.
> >
> > As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said,
> > "I'm tired. Let's go now."
> >
> > We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low
> > building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed
> > under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we
> > pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
> > They must have been expecting her.
> >
> > I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman
> > was already seated in a wheelchair. "How much do I owe you?" she
> > asked, reaching into her purse.
> >
> > "Nothing," I said.
> >
> > "You have to make a living," she answered.
> >
> > "There are other passengers," I responded.
> >
> > Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me
> > tightly. "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said.
> > "Thank you."
> >
> > I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind
> > me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn't
> > pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in
> > thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that
> > woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his
> > shift? What if
> > I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
> >
> > On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more
> > important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives
> > revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us
> > unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
> >
> >
> > PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, BUT =
> >THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.

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FW: It Is Written

Something interesting.

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Never doubt the Word of God!!!

Make a personal reflection about this. Very interesting, read until
the end...

It is written in the Bible (Galatians 6:7):
" Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth,
that shall he also reap."

Here are some men and women who mocked God:

JOHN LENNON:
Some years before during his interview with an American Magazine, he
said:

"Christianity will end, it will disappear. I do not have to argue
about that. I am certain. Jesus was ok, but his subjects were too
simple, Today we are more famous than Him" (1966)

Lennon, after saying that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus
Christ, was shot six times.

TANCREDO NEVES:
During the Presidential campaign, he said if he got 500 votes from
his party, not even God would remove him from Presidency. Sure he got
the votes, but he got sick a day before being made President, then he
died.

CAZUZA:
During a show in Caneco ( Rio de Janeiro ), whilst smoking his
cigarette, he puffed out some smoke into the air and said: "God,
that's for you." I can't even explain how he died.

THE MAN WHO BUILT TITANIC:
After the construction of Titanic, a reporter asked him how safe the
Titanic would be. With an ironic tone he said: "Not even God can sink
it"

The result: I think you all know what happened to the Titanic.

MARILYN MONROE:
She was visited by Billy Graham during a presentation of a show. He
is a preacher and Evangelist and the Spirit of God had sent him to
preach to her.

After hearing what the Preacher had to say, she said: "I don't need
your Jesus"

A week later, she was found dead in her apartment.

BON SCOTT:
The ex-vocalist of the AC/DC. On one of his 1979 songs he sang:
"Don't stop me, I'm going down all the way, down the highway to hell".
On the 19th of February 1980, Bon Scott was found dead, he had been
choked by his vomit.

CAMPINAS/SP IN 2005
In Campinas, a group of friends, drunk, went to pick up a friend. The
mother accompanied her to the car and was so worried about the
drunkenness of her friends and she said to the daughter - holding her
hand, who was already seated in the car: "MY DAUGHTER, GO WITH GOD
AND MAY HE PROTECT YOU",

She responded: "ONLY IF HE (GOD) TRAVELS IN THE BOOT, COZ INSIDE HERE
IT'S ALREADY FULL"

Hours later, news came by that they had been involved in a fatal
accident, everyone had died, the car could not be recognized what
type of car it had been, but surprisingly, the boot was intact.

The police said there was no way the boot could have remained intact.
To their surprise, inside the boot was a crate of eggs, none was broken.

Many more important people have forgotten that there is no other name
that was given so much authority as the name of Jesus. Many have
died, but only Jesus died and rose again, and he is still alive.
JESUS!!!

Jesus said "If you get embarrassed about me, I will also get
embarrassed about you before my Father"

What benefit does it have, if a man gains the whole world but loses
his soul? What can man give in exchange of his soul? (Matthew 16:26)

NPCC Officers' Day presentation

Well I attended the abovementioned event today, a bit embarrassingly due to my unexpected haircut. But overall it was great. Met up with a lot of old friends.

Most of my co-helpers for SYFOC were all over the place as they were seated with their Areas, or in the case of HOs, with their Open Units. but I did manage to locate some of them for a short chat and photos of course! What I feel was the highlight was that the CIs formed a band to entertain us with some songs, and in between that one of them played the piano for us. She's actually my senior from RV who might be going for this year's OBTC... see how ba.

With that that's probably the last NPCC related activity I will be attending until HOBTC perhaps. And after that, I probably can't be active anymore due to my academic committments in the 2nd sem of year 2, which all of us ME students know is a real tough sem.

But I will be hanging around.. for the friends which I have made there. :) And I will still help if needed, as a friend in need is a friend indeed. :)

Bad hair day? Try this

before and after.


Lesson No. 1: If your barber is an 'old uncle' (politically correct term: elderly gentleman), DO NOT tell him that you want your hair short. Cos his definition of 'short' and yours is different.

Lesson No. 2: Never tell your barber how often you intend to get your hair cut. My current style will probably take about 4-5 months to grow back.

Lesson No. 3: Do not tell your barber 'no need to cut like army style' ... reverse psychology kicked in in my case

Lesson No. 4: To get funny styles like Armani, the Malay barbers are the best. They seem to know all the styles there are out there...

my school life lately

Now for an update into my school life..

Been very busy with mainly school work itself. I dun understand how the concert people are managing.. or are they preparing themselves to screw up this sem?? I hope not..

Mid term break is more like a mugging break.. haha.. but got good friends to study together with.. that's all that matters :)

A touching video

sure to change our lives...