Entries for March, 2007
March 3rd, 2007
photos POSTED AT 12:08 PM You've heard about it...........
Step into the beautiful lobby The room =) The plasma TV!!!! Bedside light. I SO want this. Birthday present, anyone? =) This is where we eat...
Nyum nyums. As you can see, I'm a very dessert person. *go sugar rush!* Lobster fun... Other stuff in the hotel. The view!! Met up with Unc Ernest (Langkawi Church) who works at Westin and went over to their house for the house warming and kid's birthday. The girl's Eugenia and the boy's Fyodor. I initially was a bit embarrased cos there were quite a few people and I was wondering... is this like some select group that I'm kind of "breaking in" on? Then I went to church on Friday and realised that those people were the bulk of the church. The church is small. Oh there was this little cutie...
She was so cute and sweet. I think her mom's a Jap. They were speaking in Jap. Haha. Well... she was cute and sweet until she started playing with this ball and throwing pillows and stuff... and going "mine... it's mine..." (The ball is the little pink one on the left hand corner... this was taken before she got hold of it.) Gah. Monsters. Hm. Maybe I'll see if I can upload videos later. 1 talked!
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March 3rd, 2007
vids POSTED AT 12:29 PM Don't know how to post 'em. You'll have to click the links. She-monster. Oh dear. You'll have to watch that one side ways though. ahha. Not too clear. Was using my camera phone. Someone help the noob?
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March 6th, 2007
mirrors POSTED AT 11:17 PM in thoughts Instinctively we know why. Sometimes we just don't know how. And we rail against the restrictions we know are there for our own good, because they are there. We avoid the mirrors in our lives because they show us how ugly we really are inside. At the same time, we stare them down because the pain inside makes us feel somehow more alive. More real. More there. And so we make movies, and watch them. For the micro cosmos on the screen is a mirror we can lightly laugh over and then ignore. --- Don't ask me why I wrote that. I don't know. I just did. While watching TV. I'm going home tomorrow. Gonna miss this hotel so much. Haha. =) Foooooood. Sigh. Growing fat! Well... after tomorrow my eating habits should be back to normal. Which is not much different anyways. Hm. Oh dear. |
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March 7th, 2007
Lent: personal significance? POSTED AT 10:54 PM in thoughts I suppose Lent has started. I suppose Easter is coming. I also suppose that there will be no Easter programme in Central - at least unless I think of something. (But am I? Hahaha) Do I observe Lent? Not in any traditional way. Not in any observable way. Should I? Lent seems to be primarily Catholic, with observance in several more traditional denominations. High church. Liturgical. And the Charismatics shiver in their boots and say "ugh". There's definitely nothing in the Bible that advocates Lent. Nothing anywhere that even advocates the marking out of Easter or Christmas, either. But there's nothing either that says you can't do it. It's a practice. Just that. As Wikipedia puts it:
Which makes it sound so... pagan. From what I read, Lent seems to be so much about "religiosity". A type of penance, maybe? A requirement to pray and fast, to give to the poor. [I'm betting more than half of the fireBRANDs have never heard of Lent before this. Muahahahahahahaha] Maybe we should do something this year. To commemorate. To remember. Because that's what Lent, and Palm Sunday, and Easter is really about. To remember. To remember Him. And to tell. But how? --- On other things, I heard Damien Rice's new album, 9, and I didn't like it half as much as I did O. Sigh. Listening to: the setting sun - switchfoot |
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March 8th, 2007
friends =) POSTED AT 09:59 PM Was finally back in the office today, so I went out for lunch with my poor, dying of boredom friends, Eunice L and Yu Yuan. Heh. A bit weird, really, to be in the midst of the competitor. Haha. Daniel Tay joined us too. And Eunice L was so relieved to be able to talk. Hahahahah. Yeah, I understand how she feels. I feel like I'm really not me at work. Too quiet, sometimes. I know, I can and am quiet. But this is... too quiet. Haha. It's probably the me people know in erm... some parts of youth. But definitely not the me in Setapak. Oh gosh. How many me's are there? Well. Frankly, I'd say as many of you as there are. Because I sometimes tend to be chameleon-like. To a certain extent. I react to certain types of people in a certain type of way. But don't we all? --- Heb 13:15 Through him then let us offer up a sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of lips which make confession to his name.
I come from the school of show, not tell. It's the first basic rule you learn in writing, the first basic rule of acting. We communicate a lot of things not by speaking, but by the things we do, the way we react. Communicating who God is doesn't have to be a sermon. It doesn't have to be a street-tract evangelism drive. Doing good can be a form of communication. I dropped someone home today. That's a form of doing good. That's a form of communication. That's a way to say that I can care about you, and I'll take the effort, even though I don't really know who you are. Movies are a major form of communication today. So are blogs. And music. Which is why we should not be frightened of them. They communicate ideas. They communicate norms. Life imitates art just as much as art imitates life. It's a give and take. Flow and ebb. They shape the culture. I want to change the culture. I believe the church is letting the media go to waste. Lord, let me do something with them. |
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March 10th, 2007
shorts POSTED AT 04:12 PM I was fooling around with MySpace. I actually really need someone to do webs for me. Any takers? Links up when I actually. get. something. done. Sometimes, excitement must be self-generated. --- yesterday's reading: God is a Spirit: and they that worship Him must worship in Spirit and Truth To worship in Spirit [through the Holy Spirit who prays on our behalf when we have no words] and in Truth [Jesus, the truth and the life] Andrew Murray puts it: To have Christ the Son, and the Spirit of the Son, dwelling within us, and revealing the Father - this makes us true, spiritual worshippers. Again, not by our own strenth, by our own talents, or by what we can offer. But offering back all that we have because of what He has put in us. May this be my offering of worship. --- Bemusedly confuzzled, I wonder Listening to: shawn mcdonald |
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March 11th, 2007
happy are the feet... POSTED AT 02:00 PM I noticed something very interesting about myself today. I realised... that I can feel happy, just to look at my feet wearing my nice new heels. Interesting, isn't it, how something as simple as wearing new shoes that you bought for yourself, and really really like can put a smile on your face? Funny isn't it, that wearing something you think is beautiful can make you feel beautiful too?
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March 11th, 2007
YOU HAVE TO WATCH WEST SIDE STORY POSTED AT 04:39 PM I finally finished watching the musical West Side Story. It started off pretty slowly, and I didn't think much of it - except that the film concepts and the way they choreographed the dances and "fights" were very interesting. But then, I had to stop in the early half of it because I didn't have to time to finish it. So now that I had the time, I put it back on... and was totally *blown* away. I started tearing... which is pretty rare. Awwwsssss........ It's such a tragic show. But so beautiful. *sigh* |
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March 14th, 2007
Just because POSTED AT 12:04 AM I feel weird when I don't update. Call it a habit, call it an addiction, call it whatever you want - I'm a net addict. A blog junkie. I need my fix like you need coffee in the morning. Even when I have nothing -absolutely nothing- to blog about, I will log in and stare at the entry page, just in case something comes to mind. *sad case* The saddest part is usually when I have great ideas to blog about during the day, and then I come home from work / out of the shower and log in... and find that I've totally forgotten my great idea. Not so great after all, I guess. But the good part, I suppose, is that I'm not one prone to addictions. Not watching a TV series for 3 weeks will probably mean I'm not going to follow it ever again. Not logging in to a few forums for a week has meant that I've totally lost track of the conversations and lost interest in it. (As well as most probably lost the URL). I wonder if that will be the same if I stopped blogging for maybe a month. Maybe... not. Hehe. Another thing I've been wondering about is this: do any of you ever think in narration? About your life, I mean. Because I do. Sometimes. I think in narrative text. Sometimes if I'm worried about doing something, I'll think out the whole scenario as it could happen, including narrative on actions and supposed conversations. And then I revise them in my brain, including correcting grammatical mistakes and funny sentence construction. Or am I just weird? Oh, and the million-dollar question for the day: Are you, or were you ever, scared of me? And why? *I think my brains fell out from over-thinking* Feeling: random |
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March 17th, 2007
because they're cuties POSTED AT 12:00 AM Just had dinner with my mum's side of the family because it's my grandparent's 60th wedding anniversary. WOW!! Anyway, Ee Lynn (Henry's sister) is back with her husband and 2 kids. Cutie pies! Hehe...
Danielle Ridgers
Jochebelle Ridgers
Danielle and my mom. Don't know what she heard, but she decided to close her eyes for some weird reason when we wanted to take the picture.
Listening to: the pieces don't fit anymore - james morrison |
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March 17th, 2007
on the dream POSTED AT 05:32 PM I suddenly had this catchphrase in mind this morning. PRODIGAL I wonder... Maybe. Have to see. It may work, or it may not. At least many strange / weird / unusable ideas are better than none at all. For when dreams come, they won't let you go. Seriously, I think it's easier for you to let go of a dream, than for the dream to let go of you. After all, 'a dream is a wish the heart makes', and it's really your heart that makes you keep on at anything. And when God is in the centre of that dream, don't you think He'll hold on to you? They say to listen to the whispers of your heart. So when your heart takes to shouting, you'd better not ignore it anymore. BUT to get back to the core of the matter, it's not moving anywhere fast, and it's getting frustrating to be stuck in semi-limbo. We can't go on because the script is not done. We also can't go on because the approval is stuck in limbo, and I think that's also because the proposal is still in draft, and that's partly because we haven't really worked out the budget and the script. ANNA GET YOUR BUTT MOVING. I need to:
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March 18th, 2007
mcphee!!! POSTED AT 04:34 PM Nopes, nothing to do with American Idol. But this...
Heheh.
A "proud owner" photo moment.
Compared to old faithful... it's gigantic! And powerful! She arrived on Friday at about 5 plus. So I drove it to dinner. =) And drove it to church on Saturday. =) So fun. Still getting used to her, though. And fiddling with stuff. Oh yes. And her name's McPhee. Hahahaha. (Don't you think I really need a life now? Heh) --- The grapevine has spoken. Oh dear. --- Sharizan Borhan rocks. Hahah. Listening to: Mr. Bojangles - Sharizan Borhan |
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March 22nd, 2007
shorts POSTED AT 11:14 PM Like Tim mentioned... you could read it as PHE TASS. Which, depending on your punctuation, could be "foetus" or "fat ass". Hm. I'm now supposed to be doing my audit programme! Argh. I WANT A LAPTOP. I want to sleep! Hm. Then I can lie down while doing my work. Hahahah. And fall asleep on it. Ish. |
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March 24th, 2007
remembering shawn POSTED AT 11:41 PM Heavy-hearted. It has been a year. Has it been? Already? Yes. Ready smiles and laughter. Dinners. And suppers. CF together. Christmas night. Footstool players. Movies. Fried ice-cream. Chatting. Is it? Tambourine dance. Sweetie! Hostel. Laughter. Lost? Walking back. Hostel CG. Plastic mats. Stupid games. Laughter. Narnia CD. I'll have what you're eating. How ah? Planet shakers. Unfinished food. Bright-red-table-cloths. Cockroach phobia. Huh? Laugh. heyi'msweekee'ssis.juztoinformyouthatsweekeehasalreadypassedawaytismorning. Trembling fingers. Please let this be a prank. Frantic phone calls. Jo online. No news. Lunch. Trixie. Phone call. Dih Haw. Tears. Oh no. JR house. Solace. I can't act tonight! Wake service. Grief. Why? Sweet family. Amazing grace. Resurrection and the life. MGC. Can't stop crying. Thank you, JC, I'm alright. I think. We can cry with hope. Jasmine. Hugs. CF. Rowen. I let the drama team down. Frozen. Viral infection to the heart. Thank God I was online. I can't drive! Flowers for the grave. I was the first to know. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Thatwasnotyouthatwasjustyourshell. Remembering. Good bye. Shawn How a year has flown by! Listening to: corrine bailey rae |
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March 27th, 2007
sigh POSTED AT 10:06 PM The question sometimes is... What on earth am I doing? *slaps self* --- I forgot what I wanted to blog about. But this week has been... good so far. I actually came home in time for my CSI and NCIS and went to bed by 10.30pm or thereabouts. =) Wondering if I should do the same today. Muahhahahahahahahahaha. Sometimes I wonder... whether I will still have it this "easy" next year, or if I will be backlogging to hell and back. Because everyone else seems to be super backlogging and rushing and going back to office till the wee hours... and the most I did so far (excluding coming home late la which is normal) would be like going back to the office on Friday night... and all day Saturday. Hm. |
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March 31st, 2007
dum dee dum POSTED AT 11:01 AM I am... in church.. waiting for my dad... I have nothing to do now... Entertain me! Haha. LADEEDAAAAAA... Amazing what boredom does to you. Haha. I wanna go cut my hair! (And that was just a totally unrelated sentence. Bleh) It's amazing how many idiots you meet in the world. Muahahahahaha... I love those swivel chairs with wheels... they're convenient to move around the office.. and you can twirl when you're bored!! Hmm.. time to find something to do... |
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