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Who am I?
Who am I? That the Lord of all the earth, Would care to know my name, Would care to feel my hurt.
Who am I? That the bright and morning star, Would choose to light the way, For my ever wandering heart.
I am a flower quickly fading, Here today and gone tomorrow, A wave tossed in the ocean, A vapor in the wind. Still you hear me when I'm calling, Lord, you catch me when I'm falling, And you've told me who I am. I am yours. I am yours.

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Thursday, August 31, 2006


I dedicate this to Ng Oon Ee, Meng Hong, and all those potential engineers out there.

*I copied this from SanJay's blog...funny guy, really man...*


Two engineering students crossing the campus when one said, "Where
did you get such a great bike?

The second engineer replied, "Well, I was walking along yesterday minding
my own business when a beautiful woman rode up on this bike. She
threw the bike to the ground, took off all her clothes and said, "Take what

you want."

The first engineer nodded approvingly, "Good choice, the clothes
probably wouldn't have fitted."


To the optimist, the glass is half full. To the pessimist, the glass
half empty. To the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs
to be.


A priest, a doctor and an engineer were waiting one morning for a
particularly slow group of golfers. The engineer fumed, "What's with
these guys? We must have been waiting for 15 minutes!" The doctor
chimed in, "I don't know, but I've never seen such ineptitude!" The
priest said
"Hey, here comes the greens keeper. Let's have a word with him."

"Hi George! Say, what's with that group ahead of us? They're rather
aren't they?" The greens keeper replied. "Oh yes, that's a group of
firefighters. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire
year, so we always let them play for free anytime."

The group was silent for a moment. The priest said, "That's so sad.
think I will say a special prayer for them tonight." The doctor
"Good idea. And I'm going to contact my ophthalmologist buddy and
see if
there's anything he can do for them." The engineer said "Why can't
guys play at night?"


What is the difference between Mechanical Engineers and Civil
Mechanical Engineers build weapons and Civil Engineers build


The graduate with a Science degree asks, "Why does it work?" The
with an Engineering degree asks, "How does it work?" The graduate
with an
Accounting degree asks, "How much will it cost?" The graduate with
Arts degree asks, "Do you want fries with that?"


Three engineering students were gathered together discussing the
designers of the human body. One said, "It was a mechanical
Just look at all the joints." Another said "No it was an electrical
engineer. The nervious system has many thousands of electrical
connections." The last one said, "Actually it was a civil engineer.
else would run a toxic waste pipeline through a recreational area?"


"Normal people believe that if it ain't broke, don't fix it."
believe that "if it ain't broke, it doesn't have enough features


An architect, an artist and an engineer were discussing whether it
better to spend time with the wife or a mistress. The architect said
enjoyed time with his wife, building a solid foundation for an
relationship. The artist said he enjoyed time with his mistress,
of the passion and mystery he found there. The engineer said "I like


"Yeah. If you have a wife and a mistress, they will each assume you
spending time with the other woman, and you can go to the lab and get
work done."


An engineer was crossing a road one day when a frog called out to him
said "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess." He bent
picked up the frog and put it in his pocket. The frog spoke up again
said "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I
stay with you for one week." The engineer took the frog out of his
smiled at it and returned it to the pocket. The frog then cried out
you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you and
ANYTHING you want." Again the engineer took the frog out, smiled at
and put it back into his pocket.

Finally the frog asked, "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a
princess, and that I'll stay with you for a week and do anything you
Why won't you kiss me?"

The engineer said, "Look, I'm an engineer. I don't have time for a
girlfriend, but a talking frog, now that's cool!"

~4:01 am

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Ausmat Night holla!

Holla at me yo!
Ausmat night's gonna be here yo!
We're gonna have some fun yeah?
In the world's classic style man...
D&D, that sounds like BSB
and it's gonna blast like T&T!

ok...enough of my ranting...

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~12:01 am

Sunday, August 27, 2006

loving a person - sara groves

Loving a person just the way they are, it's no small thing
It takes some time to see things through
Sometimes things change, sometimes we're waiting
We need grace either way

Hold on to me
I'll hold on to you
Let's find out the beauty of seeing things through

There's a lot of pain in reaching out and trying
It's a vulnerable place to be
Love and pride can't occupy the same spaces baby
Only one makes you free

Hold on to me
I'll hold on to you
Let's find out the beauty of seeing things through

If we go looking for offense
We're going to find it
If we go looking for real love
We're going to find it


Today is quite weird to a certain point. You know, back in JB and Singapore I never really notice much mundane happenings. But when I'm here in KL, suddenly I find the light bulb bursting on me. Then today in "Well Cook Gourmet" Restaurant the fan suspended on the wall just snapped open and the blade flew together with the cover. I'm glad I was sitting a table away from the accident, but there was this family sitting right underneath. Good thing it didn't hit them, as they had a baby with them.

I wonder what does it mean?

I'm praying for a breakthrough...a real breakthrough. Not something that's a figment of my own imagination.
I pray for JOY for my friends, so that they have something to hold on to even when they go through problems in life. I pray for HOPE for my church, so that broken people can find a home in it. I pray for LOVE for my family, so that that love will overflow and touch other people as well. I pray for PERSEVERANCE for myself, so that I can overcome all odds, strip myself away from disgusting sin, to run the race to the finish, with God's promises and spirit carrying me.
Not by my strength, but by yours only.

~6:25 am

Friday, August 18, 2006

Psalm 19

Psalm 19 (New Living Translation)

For the choir director: A psalm of David.

The heavens tell of the glory of God.
The skies display his marvelous craftsmanship.

Day after day they continue to speak;
night after night they make him known.

They speak without a sound or a word;
their voice is silent in the skies;[a]

yet their message has gone out to all the earth,
and their words to all the world.
The sun lives in the heavens
where God placed it.

It bursts forth like a radiant bridegroom
after his wedding.
It rejoices like a great athlete
eager to run the race.

The sun rises at one end of the heavens
and follows its course to the other end.
Nothing can hide from its heat.

The law of the LORD is perfect,
reviving the soul.
The decrees of the LORD are trustworthy,
making wise the simple.

The commandments of the LORD are right,
bringing joy to the heart.
The commands of the LORD are clear,
giving insight to life.

Reverence for the LORD is pure,
lasting forever.
The laws of the LORD are true;
each one is fair.

They are more desirable than gold,
even the finest gold.
They are sweeter than honey,
even honey dripping from the comb.

They are a warning to those who hear them;
there is great reward for those who obey them.

How can I know all the sins lurking in my heart?
Cleanse me from these hidden faults.

Keep me from deliberate sins!
Don't let them control me.
Then I will be free of guilt
and innocent of great sin.

May the words of my mouth and the thoughts of my heart
be pleasing to you,
O LORD, my rock and my redeemer.

~9:40 pm

Thank you Sandy for bringing this video to my attention.

A bit old, but I thought the video is really cute.

~1:47 am

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Spooked? Nah...

There are some things happening in the house of the Goh Family.
First of all, the light bulb burst on me. Good thing I was in the kitchen or I'd get glass shards and injuries. The glass shards were all over the floor and dining table. Over my darling laptop and my grr, Math Assignment. I wasn't really spooked, it didn't come off as a surprise. It just got me feeling more frustrated.

Then I got a whole lot of alarm going off, mostly due to the cats I think, but it's getting irritating fast.

Oh, going to apply for 6 universities (UQ, UQA, ANU, UniAuckland, UniCanterbury, UniOtago) for their Bachelor of Arts programme. Once I get the offer of place I'm going to apply for their scholarship and see which one I get. If I don't get any, then well, I'll just stay in Malaysia, probably do Psychology in HELP before going over to either UQ or Otago. Most likely Otago, even though UQ is my aim. But one thing I like about Otago is their residential halls and accomodation. Man, it's so village culture...I LIKE!

Going to the Australia Education Exhibition in IDP this week, they're having a fee waiver, so I'll just pop in my applications and that's that. Then on the 18th and 19th of August, going to Sheraton Hotel, Subang for the NZ Education Fair to pop in the NZ's Unis applications.

Now all I gotta do, is to calculate the cost for each area I'm going. NZ is most likely less than RM$100,000 per year, whereas Australia would be around RM$120,000 per year. Mayhaps less than that. Not sure, gotta double check. Have to include living expenses and visa fees. *sigh*

*off to stare at the calculator*

~2:45 am

Friday, August 11, 2006


recently my sister updated her blog about the Doulos team that visited COGS and about NDP 2006, in which she actually attended there in person!

so there are a couple of pictures...
4 of the Doulos crew came over to COGS in JB and apparently their names are erm...Robiyan, Rodrigue, Ros & Cathrina.

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Must be some form of ship sickness. "You jump, I jump!" "Noooo!"

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Okay, here's a funny shot. My sister claims that it is the European streak in them that made them so poser-poser in the Istana Gardens in JB.

Presenting Napolean and his horse!

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Enough about that...
Here's a picture of the NDP 2006 in Singapore...
"Huh!" to all those who looks down on it. LOL...nah, joking joking

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See how beautiful it is?

~12:54 am

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Help Please?

Dear people...

Help anyone? Please?
Jun Wey, Sean Lim or even Bong (Benjamin)?

I'm dying in the sea called "Probability" and "Probability Distribution."
The sea of Math where a person have to find out things of the unknown.
If things are unknown, like the Black Hole for example, why do we humans still go seek for it to find an answer?

Oh yeah, I have the answer.
It's the explorer in us, so that we can conquer the world.

Or is it?

*goes off to bash up pillows and talk to mirrors*

~12:37 am

Saturday, August 05, 2006

letter: zhi ai

Dear Zhi Ai,

It seems like I've never been able to call you, chit-chat with you much on MSN now. The both of us are leading pretty different lives right now, but one thing that remains constant is God in our lives.

Girl, I wanna reaffirm you that you are special. No matter what other people say, you are really unique. I thank you for the hours and the hard work you have put into the COGS youth, for taking up that leadership role when people like *cough*me*cough* can't. Thank you for all the funny laughter and tears we shared together since Sunday School. Thank you for all the little encouragement cards you have given me, especially when I'm feeling the most stressed and down during the O'levels and in situations before that as well. Thank you for RPG-ing together with me for the past 2 years. Thank you for brainstorming with me, and the anime-ing, and the worshipping sessions, and etc.

There are countless things I want to thank you for, but what I appreciate the most is your love and friendship. Your golden heart. You may think you're not, but somehow you just don't realise it. Your givings have impacted me, so DO NOT ever think that it was in vain.

Whenever I feel down, and I browse through my bible, I always see your cards sticking out and I start to read them. Over and over again they have given me strength and the knowledge that I have such a good friend.

I came back from cell group discussion and we were talking about Joy and Peace. It reminded me of you, and your nickname as "Joyful". My darling Aiai, something I learnt from there is that Joyfulness may not be equal to having Happiness. Joy comes from the Lord, it is absolute. But Happiness is relative, and it may be derived from bad things done. Yet Joy comes in bad or good situations, and with this joy comes the peace of God. This will give you the endurance to pass through your semesters, and the ups and downs in life. Be it good or bad, you will find yourself able to praise God's goodness and overflowing mercy/grace/love.

Jesus loves you. He will never abandon or forsake you.

You don't have to force yourself to smile in order to feel joyful. Sometimes that may even backfire. Just yearn for his presence, have FAITH, and remember that you are worthy because Jesus has cleansed your sins. You are the apple of God's eyes.

Someone told me this before, "Never put your assurance in mankind, Put your assurance in God. For that is what matters."

I guess you can guess who told me that. Even though that person threw me into a month of depression, the words are still quite profound.

So here I end this letter, with the words...

Yours lovingly,

PS: You wonder why people rush into the MRT first even before people come out...answer is...this big word called "KIASU and KIASI!" Don't want to get caught in the door, want to go to places fast, etc...lol...

PS2: Check out a friend's blog, it's on my links. Eddie. In his omnibus you will find an entry of m'sians and singaporeans. You'll find that really amusing...


~2:47 am

Friday, August 04, 2006


Straight to the Heart
By Ellie Braun-Haley

It was my three-year-old grand daughter, Jani, who gave me the answer to a question I'd been puzzling over.

I was visiting both of my daughters in the city that day and had taken the youngest grandchild for a walk. It was only by chance that we came upon that little park, complete with tiny hills and lovely greenery. It was like a little hideaway that not a soul knew was there. Even the sounds of traffic were blocked out.

Jani was enjoying the swing and I sat back to watch her from a wooden bench flanked by shrubs. That was when I felt something indescribable yet so peaceful. What was that?

I knew I'd felt something like this before at our little country home, but even there I was unable to really identify it. That indescribable "feeling" was the reason we ended up buying the place.

We had been looking for an affordable home in the country and finally discovered an old farmhouse on an acre and a half thirty-minutes from the city. The house had been built as a one-room schoolhouse in 1911. The basement was still a dirt cellar. Looking at this old place and thinking of giving up my beautiful home in the city with wall-to-wall carpets, a lovely fireplace and a bay window, was a bit of a downer. I just didn't know if I could do it. Then we walked out across the land and that beautiful feeling hit me. I commented to my husband, Shawn, "It feels so good here."

We looked through the old place and once again walked out in the yard and as we traveled down a wee slope to an enclosure, that wondrous feeling again came upon me. "Shawn, I can't describe it, but it feels so good here!" I guess I told him that at least three or four times that day.

In the weeks and months that followed our purchase of the home, I received that feeling each time I walked in my enclosed "secret garden."

But I was not the only one to feel this warm energy. When we had company I encouraged each person to spend some alone time in the secret garden and every single one reported the same warm good feeling come over them. But what was it?

Now here I was in a park and I had that same lovely indescribable feeling.

I called over to my rambunctious little granddaughter. "Jani, come over here and sit with grandma."

She climbed up on the park bench and managed to slow down her little energetic body long enough to listen.

"Jani, will you sit here with me and just close your eyes and see if you feel anything?"

Bless her, she didn't question my weird request; she merely closed her eyes and sat perfectly still. I waited to see if she would experience what I did. And then I kept waiting, as she seemed in no hurry to open her eyes. Strange inactivity, for such a lively little bundle of energy!

Finally I could wait no longer. "Jani?" I touched her shoulder gently encouraging her to open her eyes. As she did, I asked, "Jani did you feel anything?"

Trust a child to cut through all the fuss and head straight for the heart. She broke out with a beautiful, radiant smile and she said, "Oh Gamma, it feel like God giving me a hug!"

Adapted from: http://www.beliefnet.com/nllp/ChickenSoupSoul.aspx?date=8-3-2006&WT.mc_id=NL49

~12:28 pm

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Earliest memories

I think I've been reading too much of Anne of Green Gables series by L.M Montgomery. But in any case, those books are making me think and reminisce quite a bit.

I'm crying. Crying. Crying.
I hear voices shouting around me to stop wailing like a baby, but how can I help it?
I am still a baby.
The beige gate shuts and the clicking sound is heard.
Locked in.

I run to the locked door and grab the hinges, just crying out, "Don't leave me, don't leave me. I want to go with you. With you...Why?"

Why? Why? Why?
I don't get it.
A voice just shouts back firmly, "Stop crying! Stop it! I have to go now. Stop it!"
Then it fades away.
My sobs and hiccups just increase in its intensity.

Someone comes and pulls me away from the door.
I never want to leave that door,
until that fading voice comes back in joy.
But they are too strong, and I find my fingers slipping from the beige painted metal.

I never want to leave the voice.
But I know better.
Stop crying.

Yet wait, I can't.
Missing that voice, that tone, so much. So much.
Just a bit more longer for my tears to fall.
Just a bit more, please.

It stops. Stops. Stops.
My heart is longing for that warmth.
Tears have dried upon my face.
Still, all I feel is cold. Cold. Cold.
Sitting at the edge of the stairs, playing a game by myself. Alone. Alone.

Maybe that voice will come back.
Maybe not.
I will cherish and love it, either way it goes.

I love you.

~11:20 pm