tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-371072692012-01-28T10:25:11.818+08:00... Poised, Untapped... When unleashed, an unstoppable bundle of energy. And there's probably a whole lot more where that came from. Fiercely independent in character and thought. Not apologetic over what she knows is right. Beneath it all, a beating heart...~ Jules ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203878737618347215noreply@blogger.comBlogger1221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37107269.post-50099419103657363322011-10-10T21:09:00.003+08:002011-10-10T21:16:43.368+08:00

Suddenly saw the logic of bulimia.You want to eat, you won't allow yourself to eat. One day your resolve dies. You eat, you feel guilty about eating, you wish you didn't eat.So you puke.That way, you still get to taste the food, but don't have to suffer the calories from it.It's twisted logic, I know.Which is why I think that eating disorders are really psychological in nature. It's the voices in

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Long overdue post, dated 11 October 2010When the stormy winds threaten to blow me apart When I have to focus my every fibre To hang on to my every thread of sanity I look to the budding sapling, enclosed, fragile, with lots more in store I gotta stay strong Here I stand, able to hold my own Against the wind.

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My car radiator decided to act up just as I was about to meet 2 friends for a enjoyable catch-up session; resulting in me wasting my time driving back and forth; and my sis not wanting to stay in my place because we needed to cool down.And I had fought SO hard for a free weekend to get back some semblance of a life.To say I was frustrated didn't quite cut it; I was literally stewing and if I had

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It has been put to me that people in our community don't care anymore. More specifically, it's people in the CHURCH community.Is this true?Because if it is, I think the audacity of its occurrence challenges the very grain of what Christ's message - the one who exhorts us to "love your neighbour as yourself" and said that "greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his

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... Till I forgot my password for this blog.Oerr. Panic panic.Taking the well-dispensed advice of my ex-worship team leader, I slept over it.Tried again next morning.Tada! Am here.Lesson learnt: Blog regularly. Sure thing! Till later. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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For every moment You have held out Your hand to me, dispensing grace when I most needed it; For every path I tread when You were before me, leading my every step; For every time You’ve picked me up, soothed me, dried my tears; For every truth You’ve engraved onto my heart; For every rescue mission You’ve gone on when I go astray again and again; For the words You allow me to pen, and the

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Apparently all the Chinese women higher up in the family tree were prostitutes and that’s how we came to proliferate to be a force to be reckoned with in this country. Apparently we all have narrow slits for eyes, and love being called “si mata sepet”. Apparently China is where we REALLY belong. Funny, I was there recently, and I didn’t get the same impression. Apparently if you

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And then after a few rounds of early morning come-backs and mind-twisting, physically-demanding emotionally-distressing days at work and play....It's nice to come home. =)Write more when I have something worthwhile to speak of. For now, I wanna sink into my Jodi Picoult and finish it.

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Thank you, Karine and Ps Alvin, for hauling me out to a kopitiam "just to chat" - no fixed agendas, no lengthy arguments, no rush for time (except towards the end, like 3 hours later). I'd forgotten what it's like to have an 'ordinary cuppa coffee', just to enjoy friendship.Thank you Phylli, Karen, Oli & Joe, for agreeing to a spontaneous outing for a movie that turned into a mind-blowing and

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I wanna learn up a Chinese love song.Haha. No, I don't have a Chinese-speaking boyfriend. Just wanna increase my repertoire.

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Pix like these remind me that I should be grateful I've a job.

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To restore, to make new again, to refresh.To impart new life and vigor.To recreate, to rebuild.The month of May flew past at such a burst of speed that astounded even me. I mean, like, I've practically felt that my body's been playing catch up since 2010 began - I should be used to the 'timing difference' by now, no?Apparently not. I jotted 'April' at the top of my notes the other day, when 'real

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How I have come this far, I have no idea. I only know the bits and pieces...--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Fly high," urged a friend, many years ago. I told him to keep me grounded. In a way I think I still am, yet I'm moving forward at the same time."What's my heartsong, Lord?" I asked, as I drove on the MRR2. Thank God for the distance

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That's the song that's playing in the background as I type this. There's just something about this song that has a hold on me."She believes in meI'll never know just what she sees in meI told her someday if she was my girlI could change the world with my little songBut I was wrongBut she has faith in meAnd so I'll go on trying faithfullyAnd maybe someday on some special night if my song is rightI

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... with the daily burdens I bear, knowing that each day arrives with its daily bag of tricks and more to test the limits of my physical and emotional endurance.... with the fatigue that I experience every night, and every morning.... with the helplessness inside when I feel like I've no grip on my life.... with the sadness that envelopes me when I see a dear friend in pain - and I'm powerless to

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"Sorry," he said.Maybe I was shocked that he actually apologized, till I was stunned into silence.The past 3 days post-CNY have not been easy. There are various phases:Disappointment that the so-called 'teammates' left, barely 2 weeks after our first company trip that was meant to foster closer bonds;Being annoyed by clients who demanded absolute timeliness (think deadlines brought FORWARD) but

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So said a fellow cell group member recently. I concur.Happenings in the past 16 days:Entering the new year with a deep sense of melancholy.Getting back to work with gusto. Making pacts with the boss to leave the office by certain time everyday to preserve our sanity and ensure we rest enough.Feeling trampled on by client. Thought I was sensitive, but boss felt the same way so it only means that

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After many moons of being absolutely inundated with work, it's nice to be less harried, less sought after by clients.I sit in almost stunned silence at the sheer relief.Have not been able to think of anything beyond December 3rd.Now that it's here, I feel kinda at a loss what to do with myself.I actually have FREE TIME to gather my thoughts, put my life back together.Wow. This is luxury. Thank

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... you say "Chaiwan and Taina" when you really mean "Taiwan and China."... you ask your Singapore colleague how come you don't see his luggage bag the day AFTER he arrives to KL.... you want to fling your mobile everytime it rings bearing *another* incessant call from the client.... you thought you saw a strand of white hair on the top of your head....Oh boy.-------------------------------------

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If I don't fight for my happiness, no one will.If I don't yearn for my own betterment, no one will.If I never take pride in my possessions, no one will.If I don't learn to take care of myself, no one will.If I don't keep my head up amidst the throng, no one will.If I don't stick to my guns, my principles, no one will.If I never give myself the chance -To give it the first tryTo make my own

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"You have ordained all my days, Lord. You know each moment before it comes to pass."It was simple faith that I needed in the past few weeks. His promise that I relied on to get me through when I had done all that I could do. We survived, but not without a few bruises, not without a large dose of hurt, not without a real need to learn how to "love my enemies" on my part. By His grace alone we

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"1Malaysia".Great tagline, that. Straight to the point. Catchy. Even without the (obligatory) songs and advertisements and other what-have-yous that the PR campaign has successfully churned out. (On a side note, I seemed to have missed Petronas' advertisement this year. I strained to look for it on tv and in the papers - even their website! - but came up empty. What's the story?)Anyway back to

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The room suddenly fell silent.My heart went still.Surely I misheard him?Someone mumbled, "Huh?"Quite deliberately, yet in a slightly-offhandish way, he said:"I think you're the maddest person in this group. The most art-bent. The world needs eccentrics every now and then.""What gave me away?" I asked, unsure how best to respond.He shrugged. "I don't know. A twitch, perhaps."-- Look, had that

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To whine or just pipe down?To appear strong or be vulnerable?To attempt to do it all and fail; or do little and excel?To focus on single-handedly finishing the task on schedule,Or take time to get the entire team involved?To portray confidence and determination,Or speak only in terms of "doing my best"?To be gung-ho and independent,Or be a feminine damsel in need of aid?To speak loudly of the

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Have always admired the young, dashing musician-turned-CEO who helms 8tv, and this piece echoes my thoughts....-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Embraceable You (2009)by Ahmad Izham OmarJul 16, 2009 at 06:20 PMI was driving back late one night. It was a nice and lonely drive, you know, the one where you are totally alone with your

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Isn't it amazing that you still find yourself standing upright when inside you're just crumbling all over?Ain't it weird how you still find the strength to run and get things done even if you thought you had no energy left to lift your arms, much less take another step?What pushes you, really?Desperation to prove a point? Helplessness over the situation? Need for (over)achievement?Thing is - at

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Guess the "emo season" just HAD to roll around when Michael Jackson's memorial service came to town. I found myself waiting for 1 a.m. to arrive, and had time to surf 3 different channels before settling on one to watch the entire service from. (CNN won.)I was dry-eyed when I saw with my own eyes the casket bearing the body, draped in red roses. Any pretense of his being alive, or more like, "

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Yeah he was weird.And quirky. And unsure of himself sometimes.So yeah he was not everyone's cup of tea.Critics denounced his lyrics, his dance moves, his everything.But no one can deny that there was no other musician and entertainer as great, talented, and genuine as Michael Jackson. We all know he was thrust into the limelight since he was 11 years old - forced to mature at a tender age. It's

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Hey kiddo,What a journey! To see you grow up and mature in the past few years has been such a joy! To be alongside you and see your various talents bloom... to watch you navigate the meandering paths of life... to sit and talk to you and realize that there's so much more to you than meets the eye... Everything about you has been a joy!I count it a privilege to share in your life, to know you the

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Small kids.Small ideas.Small companies.They all deserve a chance too. They wanna grow too; and they can't do it alone.I recall very vividly a relative that practically wrinkled her nose and said to me, "You always have a knack for finding these small companies, don't you?" (She probably doesn't remember that remark now, but help me, I still do, after all these years.)Yes, even I've heard it all

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Yes, Jules has survived another season of 'giving birth' to my Annual Report babies - the weeks of poring over every minute (and I really mean minute) detail, making almost non-stop phone calls to designers, going for client meetings ready to defend the placement of every word and graphic... hounding the delivery guys when they fail to arrive before the 5pm deadline, trying to pacify the client,

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Who could imagine I'd cry in an Adam Sandler movie?Well I did.Twice.I'll just mention one here - the relatively-unknown "Reign Over Me" that starred Sandler and Don Cheadle. I'd not read the reviews, so I'd no expectations whatsoever of it. I expected a funny movie - just the thing to destress me, rather than distress. Synopsis went along the lines of how Adam had lost his family in the 9-11

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Pulled double-duty on keyboard and vocals for the TeenStreet 9-to-9.I'm overwhelmed how everything came together beautifully.I beam, even now, recalling how each band member had a smile on their faces even whilst playing the instruments or singing their hearts out. So much joy that radiated from within.So beautiful.Just before our group shot (photograph, not injection), one of them came over and

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Got "swiped" the other day by a well-meaning friend that my blog was dead. It's one part choice, and the other part circumstance... On one hand the ballooning work pile meant that I was getting less free time to spend on myself; and at the opposite end, I HAD things to blog about, but decided not to, for fear of exposing too much to the online community.I read my recent posts, and kinda got

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7 years is a long time to carry a piece of someone with you.We've moved on, but...Some dates stick in your mind, you know? Like his birthday.So I did what I usually do each year - send a chirpy sms!The reply was cordial. A simple thank you, and a smile.I smiled. Didn't expect anything much.Didn't expect the slight pang in my heart.Of what?I've no idea.Some loves you don't profess... but it don't

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Am lookin' out for you.If you think no one cares, think again.You can deny the pain, but I see it. I sense it.I'll reach out, hoping that you will take my hand.Allow me into your heart, your mind, your life.Salve the hurt you go through.Sit with you. Cry with you.'Til I see that smile again. It's not so much about me.It's just caring.Life is harsh already, we need each other.That one person

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Hate the evil nature within me that makes me an unreasonable, impossible woman.Hate the uncontrollable rage that rushes, unbridled, to make my hands and mouth react before my brain registers the actions.Hate the piercing stares that hunt down the people who have wronged me, when the problem, really, is me.I don't want to let it control me.I don't want to let it hurt the people around me; people I

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I never want to live a life not loving anyone.I just want to ensure that the people I do cherish it. I just want to make it - my life, my love - count. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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A conversation with a friend triggered some childhood memories of family reunions...The JB-based See cousins were closest to us growing up - we were of similar ages and enjoyed the same things: playing the piano, reading, singing. There were 3 of them and 2 of us, and whenever the families went out to dinner, we always asked to sit together (we were so small then) - if we were in their car, their

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Attn: Ex-Junior.We brought you in because you were recommended to us by a friend. Your background seemed so “cham” (sorry) because your father had passed away and you had to get a job quite quickly after completing your tertiary education to help support your mother. Plus you were an intern with a reputable newspaper so writing was not a problem with you.You seemed like an all-rounder: being

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Of the many tears shed in 2008, a lot of them were bitter. No, not the taste (!), ...the emotion. I had thought it was just deep sadness. Then someone insisted it was me being bitter. I denied and refuted and denied again... and then, after much thought, found that my friend was right.It's funny how one can say "it's all okay" when one carries the pain and anger with us, compulsively analysing it

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Okay... Sam and Eugene have written about the message of TeenStreet 2008 so I'm not going to repeat it... What I will share however are those little things; the poignant moments that are captured in my mind's eye...KJ dropping his drumstick when we were ending the "goreng" part in our first mini-session - he flipped the left drumstick to his right hand and ended it in style!Andy and Jamie wanting

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Hey.I know that life's circumstances don't favour us sometimes. We may have so much, yet so little; deep down we still ache for the very thing that will make our happiness complete... it's either not there, or just out of reach.In my 20-odd years, I have found that we may not get all our desires - and answers - on this side of heaven. We cannot control things, can never force our way through. I

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Well whaddayaknow, I missed my blog's birthday! AGAIN! *hehe*So happy 2nd birthday blog! Thanks to you:I have a place to give my thoughts a free rein in expression in word; at times wacky and unconventional, and at other times, serious and contemplative. Each post shows a different facet of me.I harness both the art of speaking directly and couching underneath crafted phrases pregnant with

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*SIGH*It's tough when all the intensely-laid plans are turned awry with the flick decision of the last person. When no amount of pleading and begging would seem to shake that rock. When at the end of the day, the ultimate goal is not met - and our heads hang on the gullotine for it.You know when a child loses a competition, adults tell the kid - "it's okay you did your best - that's all that

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Pianist was tasked to play an introduction to one of the songs today. The youngsters taught me the melody. The chords were plonked in. And it became what I began to call the "emo intro" that still haunts me now - about 9 hours later.Oh boy. Have I got a problem.To me it sounded like it would do well as the background music to that heartbreaking scene in a Korean / Japanese drama where the girl

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Lord, stop the bleedWhen my heart is shatteredWhen my skin is cut trying to pick up the piecesPast hurts, forgotten tears, bitter memoriesAll come flooding back, hurting me afresh.God, stop the bleedWhen everything is so unsure, and things don't go as plannedWhen fingers and daggers of torment tear at my fleshWhen my blood gushes out and I want to stop itBut I don't know how.Lord, stop the

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JOE LOY AND THE WAREHOUSE PROJECT PRESENTS THE DEBUT ALBUM " ALL THE NATIONS " on Saturday, October 11th 2008 VENUE: MAIN SANCTUARY, FGA KL DOORS OPEN AT 8PM, AND REFRESHMENTS PROVIDED FROM 6.30 ONWARDS....Will we see you there?? =) ( More info at http://www.thewarehouseproject.blogspot.com/ )-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Those of you going

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Through centuries, names are more than just nice-sounding ear-pleasing monikers for the purposes of personal identification. Discerning parents take it upon themselves to bless their children with names pregnant with meaning; indeed in hope that the child would be bestowed with the gifts and blessings "declared by" the name.I've got friends whose names mean "well-born", "lady/princess", "His name

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Never shot up on any drug before, but it sure feels like some parts of my life are sedated and moving in slow-mo.Take today, for instance. When an unreasonable client began to put things in my mouth and implied that I was stupid and irresponsible, I did not rant, rave or even let out a whimper. I didn't say anything to my superior until he saw the email for himself and whistled in amazement over

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I have walked a long journey, so I can say how far I've come.I have tasted bitterness, so I appreciate sweetness.I have loved, so I do reminisce life's beautiful moments.It's the moments together, however fleeting...These, I do cherish and relish.

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“Woman was taken out of man; not out of his head to top him, nor out of his feet to be trampled underfoot; but out of his side to be equal to him, under his arm to be protected, and near his heart to be loved.” -----------------------------------------------------------

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About 2 weeks back, I'd observed that there weren't many of the usual signs that heralded the impending arrival of Malaysia's National Day on 31st August. You know what I'm talking about: the mini-Jalur Gemilangs on cars, the larger-than-life flags unfurled across skyscrapers in capital city KL, billboards congratulating Malaysia for all her achievements, sappy heartwarming Yasmin Ahmad-style

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I'd never once imagined that the book of Esther would be so relevant in the social and political aspects in a modern world. Perhaps it was because the Sunday School version portrayed Esther's story as some sort of a Biblical fairytale - where things get rough, but in the nick of time, everything ends happy ever after.Only now when I delve into the beautifully-crafted story do I realize that there

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Come gather 'round peopleWherever you roamAnd admit that the watersAround you have grownAnd accept it that soonYou'll be drenched to the bone.If your time to youIs worth savin'Then you better start swimmin'Or you'll sink like a stoneFor the times they are a-changin'.Come writers and criticsWho prophesize with your penAnd keep your eyes wideThe chance won't come againAnd don't speak too soonFor

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The words describe the past 2 weeks for me...One of the weeks saw me facing a seemingly-unending crisis in office from Monday to Wednesday... It tested the limits of my patience and stress... It consumed so much energy from my being that it felt like a whole week had past; and indeed when I woke up on Thursday, my first thought was: "Oh! It's Saturday!"... I know God sustained me.Another weekend

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A painter paints his pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence. ~ Leopold Stokowski.........................................................................................................................................................................

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For anythingFor anyoneDon't feel belongedDon't feel wholeDon't feel fulfilledToo-high expectationsToo-fake smilesToo-weird characterToo unpredictableToo scaryToo meanToo emotionalToo irrationalToo immaturecan't break free from the glasscan't stay in this lieone's as bad as the othercome liberate meToo muchToo hard on meslowly crumblingToo proud to let you seeThere's just too much in melet me sink

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What is the true value of a person?As indicated by the integrity of his word; that if spoken, it will be so.Through the years of dealing with people, I've learnt various traits of myself. One of it is that I don't like being disappointed, made to feel cheated or let down. When that happens, I find myself delusioned, unable to move on, and sometimes, unable to trust. It eats into me, gnaws into my

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Running running running around. Sleep deficiency is the order of the day. Weekday, weekend, who cares; demands on time are still there. Short term memory getting from bad to worse! Can't recall names as easily as I could before. Relying on my organizer more. No PDA, please, tak kuasa nak update. Just a little tightening on the head screws should do it! (Just.)At the end of the day, you know

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That date used to hold so much significance for me. I've recalled the occasion everyday for 9 years, always sending a greeting via sms, or making that once-a-year phonecall. There's always that same cheery camaraderie that welcomes me on the other end; a hearty "how have you been", "are you still working too hard" and "have you found him yet" type of questions. I'd prefer to believe that he is

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Can't take the pressureCan't take the unfair accusationsCan't take this portion of life handed to meNot happy with so many thingsNot fulfilled with that I haveNot satisfied in most things I doWhen will this endWill it be too lateThe ultimate end will be a welcome changeI'd rather that there be peaceThat there would be true joyNot outer enthusiasm that rises and fadesCan't take thisCan't take

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Letting go of someone I love dearly has never been easy for me. Even if it was for the briefest time, the memory lingers on. I just realized that one of my most precious crystal-clear memories actually took place 2 years ago. Till now I recall every word - written and spoken, every trip we made, the big milestones we achieved, and the little details in every exciting encounter.We're no longer

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Apa dayaku jika ada antara mereka yang sememangnya tidak mahu berubah... Apa dayaku jika mereka tetap menyampahkan nama aku...Apa dayaku jika mereka tidak mengenali bahawa apa yang aku lakukan adalah untuk kebaikan mereka semata-mata...Kekadang perbuatanku supaya mereka berfikir lebih matang lagi,Lebih meluas lagi, lebih mendalam lagi.Begitu terkilan rasanya di hatiApabila niat yang

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A: ... Die, she's lookin' at my work.B: Hahah... have fun! I'll help you here to answer her impromptu questions.A: Argh, that irritating woman. Hey C, where do you wanna have lunch?C: Dunno lah. Eh, the tigress can let you go or not?Reading all this, my heart sank. You see, these were online chats between my colleagues. And the "irritating woman" and "tigress" they talked about were references to

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Paraphrasing the words of my friend, the Lightning:Give a man some fame, he thinks he is the most charasmatic person.Give a man some fortune, he thinks he owns the world.Give a man some power, he may think he rules over us all.Sigh.Watching a person turn corrupt and power-hungry before your very eyes is quite a horrible thing to see. From being content to be the back-end supporter, the person in

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I shall not regard myself a fount of information where politics is concerned. But I know the basic tenets of truth, justice and freedom should prevail."What is the case for the Opposition? It is nothing but sentiment fanned into flame." The underlying message was, "Why rock the boat? It has served us well thus far. This wave is nothing but hot air."This sentiment, as you call it, is grounded on

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Haven't asked him yet on the rationale behind this name. Could very well be random! But then again, it's been some time since we last met; and much has changed.Though from the same hometown, we only clicked in college, when we passed each other by and went, "Wait a minute, I know that face..." Then the next 2+ years were of cafeteria dinners, CF meetings, sidewalk chats, band-wannabe-ing in the

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Suddenly I recalled the online chat with my best friend from high school. It must have taken place about... 6, maybe 7 years ago (or more, even).Frogz: So what movies have you watched lately?Jules: Moulin Rouge!! Have you seen it yet? You absolutely have to!!Frogz: Yeah... seen that... Nicole Kidman is so hot!! Shorty, you gotta do the makeup thing la...Jules: Hahaha.... yeah right, watch me

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Hello folks!Now for some interactivity! The idea sprung into mind last night - and so I'll ask you, dear readers - what is your favourite Livewire post of 2007? Take part in the poll on the right-column, and yes, you are allowed multiple votes... The ones listed are some of the more notable ones, and if you've others, do let me know which ones in the comment section yeah?The poll is only valid

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... for an ounce of faith, the size of a mustard seed, so that I will believe in Your promises made available through Your word.... for You to intervene, according to Your nature: God of mercy, God of grace, God of love. The Jehovah Jireh - provider of immeasurably more than we could ever ask or imagine. The Jehovah Rapha - the God who heals. The Jehovah Shamma - the manifest God, present with us

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Whoever who came up with the term "growing pains" is a genius. I find no other phrase so concise to typify what 2007 was like for me.I learned about thresholds: discovering how much I could cope with, and knowing when I should give up. I learned what was bottom-line important to me in friendships and relationships. I learned to appreciate those who were my true friends, and who loved me enough to

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From now on I will live my life to the fullest,Laugh my heartiest,Choose to love whoever I choose.

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Why does Your commandment have a responsibility to You and to others?Why is loving others so difficult?Why should I extend forgiveness 49 times? Okay Lord, I understand, You mean it to be more than that. But I've a problem with forgiving the same person even 10 times.A high calling, Lord... Such a high calling.How could You ignore it, Lord, when people kicked and spat at You?How could You remain

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Little baby, You're a gift from up aboveCome to save me, symbol of the Father's loveI'm grateful LordStar was shining, bright for everyone to seeJesus light of all the world had come to beOur Saviour, FriendThen the angel host appeared, bringing tidings and good cheerFor Father God began His perfect planLord You came down to earthBringing hope of new birthI bow down and worship You aloneAnd for

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Abandon: 1. To leave completely and finally, to utterly desert.2. To give up entirely, or withdraw from.3. A complete surrender to natural impulses without restraint or moderation; freedom from inhibition or conventionality.Notice how the word "abandon" seems to be so extreme in its meaning... "completely... utterly... entirely... without restraint or moderation..." ... a FULL word. No wonder one

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Gee. It's December. Already. I. Can't. Believe. It.Too. Fast. I. Can't. Catch. Up. *thud*Okay okay I know it's a bit melodramatic but hey, when was the last time I wasn't? And it IS true, I do feel like the year has just whizzed by and my soul, the real me, is trying to keep up with it.I'm still in the reflective mode on the 2007 thus far and haven't quite gotten a theme for it, but keywords

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HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY LIVEWIRE-ME!!!!!!Been so busy that I forgot that my blog's a year old! Well, dear readers, you've seen various facets of me - the crazy-wacky, depressed-moody, calm-tranquil me. You've heard my rants, my joys, my first song. It's been a great ride, but hey! On to life!

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ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.I care not if I owned all the riches in the worldI care not if it meant that I could travel round the globeAbove OR under the groundMeans much more to me to deposit a worthy investment into another lifeTo love and not hurtTo enjoy that comfortable bondAnywhere, anytime we wereMeans so much more to me to make everyday countA little more than it did yesterdayRather than strive

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Upon a stark white canvasThe imagination whirledWhat could possibly depict my perfect world?Without quite thinking the white screen suddenly hadA splash of violet, an indigo streakBlue as azure as the shoes on baby's feetStunning green, bright sunny yellowWith whom the orange dash made cheerful bedfellowsFinally the magnificent crimson red...Oh my goodness, a rainbow in its place.Under its

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Hey all,What a week! What two weeks, rather! Good food and performing arts and phew!... Last week was like a food festival for me... Germany's favourite delicacy - the crispy pork knuckle (complete with potatoes and sour cabbage and I regret not pairing it up with German beer)... then the next day I was treated to a home-cooked dinner by two of my best girlfriends Veron and Phylli at their home..

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KL Tower against the backdrop of eye-catching cloud formations. God's a great sculptor. Taken en route to work. Yes, traffic was slow-moving.The adorable little girl on the right is one of the most sociable tykes I've seen - in fact she wanted to follow me home!!! The younger daughter of the PD church pastor (captured on the far right in the background).I can tell Daddy's had more time on his

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"I feel sorry for the person who can't get genuinely excited about his work. Not only will he never be satisfied, but he will never achieve anything worthwhile." (Walter Chrysler)p.s. - If you're thinking "Walter who?", he's the Chrysler in DaimlerChrysler.

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It all starts with one breathThat ushers you into this worldTo enter into all the possibilitiesThe endless opportunities….It all starts with one breathJust before you step into the world unknownNot knowing what the future has in storeBut hoping that it’s better than what was before…It all starts with one breathThat we decide to loveTo take another in our armsTo promise to keep them safe from

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Caught the all-awesome Juwita Suwito LIVE at Alexis Ampang over the weekend. Words aren't enough to describe this vocal powerhouse who mesmerised me for those 2 hours. This little lady had spunk, pizzazz, showmanship, the works.Above all, she had soul. The black gospel type that makes you gape when she did trills and vocal somersaults in a manner so effortless it seemed almost illegal that anyone

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"Women have a higher threshold for pain," so I was told today."It's only because God knew how beastly men could be," I thought bitterly.Even though a thought half-deranged, I suspect that there is some grain of truth in this.PAIN is when I'm told to edit some work that is badly done.PAIN is when I'm also told to be kind, and as a result I cannot lose my temper.PAIN is when I'm mistaken for an

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Two incidents that jarred my week:1) The needless assault and killing of an innocent 8-year-old when she ventured out alone to the nearby 'pasar malam' to buy her favourite hair clips;2) An attempted road-robbery (and goodness knows what else) of a cell member's sister in broad daylight en route to a posh expatriate area on a lazy Sunday afternoon.*************************************************

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I'm calm. And it feels good to be so.For all the emotional whirlwind and turmoil I've been through, tonight I am relatively calm and content. Amidst the warm glow my bedside lamp (which I got during a spontaneous shopping trip with two dear girlfriends - another memory to cherish), I am just basking in life.True, I may not have it all - stunning looks, better car, significant other, money, ...and

~ Jules ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203878737618347215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37107269.post-44532131304951539222007-09-19T14:48:00.001+08:002007-09-19T14:59:14.646+08:00

And I'm speaking for myself.I love the artsy side of me because I am then caught up in its waves of inspiration and enabled to produce verse and lyric of deep and meaningful emotions. I hate the artsy side of me because it plunges me deep into the depths of confusion and nothingness that I am helpless in getting out of. No real reason. Just feels that way.The artsy side of me has surfaced again,

~ Jules ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203878737618347215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37107269.post-47725234936370945382007-09-17T00:59:00.000+08:002007-09-17T01:33:36.713+08:00

... This past weekend, amidst my relaxing chill-out sessions, I got into thinking about my future.Really, REALLY thinking.I guess there's nothing like a good dose of reality to hit you, so much so that it jolts your very being. And now I realize I gotta lay down some ground rules and lay the foundation right for the years ahead.You see, I've been working in KL for 5 years, and I've had my fair

~ Jules ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203878737618347215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37107269.post-31981493071919907782007-09-15T23:36:00.000+08:002007-09-16T00:22:41.385+08:00

I am a lover and respecter of space.I demand space when the whirlwind that is city life prevents me from hearing my thoughts. I yearn for time alone when I need a break from all the stresses I face. And sometimes my whole being yells for breathable air when it feels choked, stifled, broken...Uncle Soo Inn speaks of physical distance as 'very helpful for the journey of individuation.'* I concur.

~ Jules ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203878737618347215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37107269.post-50678752350874347832007-09-10T23:40:00.000+08:002007-09-12T21:32:43.404+08:00

it is painful to gaze on a hurting belovedmore piercing to feel the cold in your own heartbeneath the icy chill there seems to be no glimmer of warmththey who think they deserve it receive no sympathythey who do nothing to deserve it treasure it moreoutward always the beautiful petalsonly the one close enough seesbeneath the opening flower there's a steady stalkand then the drops betraythe true

~ Jules ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203878737618347215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37107269.post-88335410373591856302007-08-29T23:33:00.000+08:002007-09-12T19:02:56.200+08:00

I have and will continue to throw off everything that hinders me from reaching my aspirations.I have and will continue to demand my way as long as it makes sense and in the absence of other alternatives.I have and will continue to weather the storms ahead, if I so believe that my actions and decisions are correct and beneficial for most parties involved, including mine. And temporary hurt is

~ Jules ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203878737618347215noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37107269.post-36910208165818939312007-08-14T23:10:00.000+08:002007-08-14T23:55:49.183+08:00

"You seem to have a knack for finding all these small-small companies."..."Why do you work so hard? Get a life."..."Are you still driving the same car? Hmmm..."..."Still single? How can???"Why is it that the measure of success invariably means either one or all of the following:- Securing a job in a large corporation and being able to knock off early- Driving a better (preferably import branded)

~ Jules ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203878737618347215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37107269.post-66720909528914617582007-08-05T21:22:00.000+08:002007-08-05T22:59:11.606+08:00

Pulling away from your driveway, a strange feeling came over mePast memories, happy momentsCame ahauntingAnd as I drove on I rememberedThe various milestones we've gone throughWe've come a long way, kiddo... it's true...In a blink of an eye, we'll bid "adieu"And our lives will be changed foreverStill I will remember, where we had startedAnd I pray that God will guide you through and through...For

~ Jules ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203878737618347215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37107269.post-7054805236895703732007-08-03T17:41:00.000+08:002007-08-04T01:45:00.243+08:00

My speech is peppered with words like, "amazing," "fantastic" and "phennnomenal!" (words typed as they're spoken).I still sing the songs we learnt there. Poring over every carefully-crafted word.I can't believe I saw Steven Curtis Chapman sing live.I find myself missing the chilly weather.I think of the awesome "window of opportunity", about "being the armour-bearer", about being "comfortably

~ Jules ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203878737618347215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37107269.post-51535875467856501952007-08-02T20:28:00.000+08:002007-08-02T20:39:50.591+08:00

I hate it when I get crabby for no apparent reason, and I take things too personally. I hate it when it causes my words to come faster outta my mouth than through my brain. I hate it that everything that can irritate me WILL irritate me.PMS = Pre-Menstrual Syndrome, is the season when hormonal changes in a woman's body affect her moods. In some seasons it gets me flying into rages of raging fury;

~ Jules ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203878737618347215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37107269.post-73007820442906472752007-07-27T00:23:00.000+08:002007-07-27T01:34:03.124+08:00

It is quite unlike me to say that "I cannot do this." In my roles at work and other responsibilities, I thrive in being the positive go-getter. I do not like failing; it makes me seem incompetent.So when I give up, it is not without some measure of discomfort, not unaccompanied by a equal (if not greater) degree of disappointment in myself. I've said it before, FAIL is my four-letter F word; it

~ Jules ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203878737618347215noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37107269.post-74367459610470145182007-07-22T00:21:00.001+08:002007-07-25T20:43:06.108+08:00

... Among the things we brought back from Hillsong Conference 2007 were the new songs penned by their team. Today we shared with cdpc 3 of them.And I realised afresh, that those songs are really God-anointed, God-inspired; for they allowed God's people to worship Him in a fresh new way.Everytime I hear or sing "Hosanna", I feel a deep sense of longing from deep within; an ache I can't explain; is

~ Jules ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/08203878737618347215noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37107269.post-44403304955130379962007-06-20T20:53:00.000+08:002007-06-20T21:16:24.048+08:00

I was posed this question today.I don't want to do. I just want to BE.I want to be quiet and not talk to anyone, to hear my own voice, have my own opinions, be true to me and not be a mere mouthpiece. It is a luxury for me to sit down, stare into space and think wherever my thoughts lead me; to dream. I miss that. Everything now demands my all, my full attention, my subsequent action and

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