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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

1. Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

2. Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I'll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

3. Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

4. O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

5. O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.


            by 18th century Methodist pastor and hymnist Robert Robinson


~12:33 am

Sunday, January 27, 2008

R.I.P friend

Dear Nian Ning,

I thank God for giving me the opportunity to know you during AUSMAT at Sunway College. Your cheerfulness and friendliness somehow always lightens the 'studious' mood we have during those times. Your outgoing personality reaches to a lot of people, and I'm sure that they are grateful for it, because it is through that, that we got to know you better.

Reminiscing about the fun times we had during AUSMAT (especially during the telematch), honestly, kind of makes me smile a bittersweet smile. But I shall always remember you as the bubbly girl who has lived life to the fullest, striving to do well in everything you undertake.

We will miss you.

Rest in Peace.

Lynette

P.S: Keeping your friends/family in prayer.


~1:20 am

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

In the meantime

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Andrew & Cason


~8:48 pm


I can't help it. Was watching one scene of the new season of Heroes and knowing me and my penchant for researching random stuff, I wiki-ed the villian character Sylar, and saw some of his pictures.
Then...it struck me that Sylar reminded me of someone...

Tang Qi Wen!



Or maybe it should be this...


I think it's the eyebrows.


~2:16 am

Monday, January 21, 2008

Post #245: THE outing

Setting: Cha Cha Mexican Restaurant, Holland Village
Time: around 7.30pm onwards

*Some dialogue is non-verbatim*

ZA: There's one type of fashion on guys that I really hate. You know, when they show off their boxers.

L: Like him? (points to B, sitting beside L)

ZA: No...it's not like they pull their boxers very high up...

L: Oh you mean like those who wear their pants halfway down their butt kind?

ZA: Yeah! I really hate that...

L: I think that's why nowadays we have fancy prints for boxers.

ZA: Underwear should stay at their proper place, which is UNDER!

L: So what about Superman?

ZA: That's OVERWEAR!

(laughs)

[**I think somewhere in between Sean said something, I'm not sure what, can you remember? I'll add it in later]

______________________________________

Relationship
A very interesting note of thought that was quite obvious during the whole outing was the bonding between dear ZA and S. B and L can testify to that.

Although they were really off tangent some times, okay...most of the time...it was amusing to see how they went a few big rounds before finally hitting the connecting point together. The way the conversation and minds diverged was really intriguing to the point that maybe L should have done a psychoanalytical study on it. She would probably have gotten a first class honours for that research thesis study.

Atmosphere
Ambience of the restaurants that the four folks went to was good enough. Though perhaps the serenity of it was seriously disturbed by the cackling laughter of the four. Somehow the wry humour of everything just hit the funny bone in every one, including the laughter that sprouted the laughter, if you get it.

Extra
The ice served at the Mexican restaurant seemed to contain a particular chemical substance that caused the generic reaction of laughter. So if anyone wants a good sense of humour, please go to Cha Cha restaurant.

=) TBC


~3:09 am

Monday, January 14, 2008

Confuse Pain with Love



~11:18 pm


I know this came in really late, but I found it so amusing and interesting, I cannot hesitate in showing this.
Let me present to you,

MUGGLE QUIDDITCH

Wall Street Journal
What's That Student
Doing With a Broom?


Intramural Quidditch
Harry Potter's Flying Sport
Is a Strange College Fad;
A Snitch in Yellow Shorts
By JOHN HECHINGER
December 16, 2006


MIDDLEBURY, Vt. -- Rainey Johnson, sporting a yellow shirt, yellow socks and yellow paint smeared on his face, darted across the freshman quad.

Other students, in capes, ran after him clutching brooms between their legs and grasping in vain for a tennis ball stuffed in a sock hanging out of his yellow shorts.

Mr. Johnson and the rest of the Middlebury College undergraduates are among the first J.K. Rowling fans trying to turn the magical, aerial game of her Harry Potter novels -- Quidditch -- into an earthbound sport.

In Quidditch, an enchanted version of polo, wizards flying on brooms compete to snatch the snitch, a winged golden ball. At Middlebury, the color-coordinated Mr. Johnson, a 19-year-old sophomore and standout on the cross-country team, is the snitch, and can usually outrun pursuers.

Another Vermont college, Marlboro, has developed its own version of Quidditch, with a toy helicopter serving as the snitch. Students at Bucknell University in Lewisburg, Pa., and at Vassar College in Poughkeepsie, N.Y., expect to start playing Quidditch in the spring, using Middlebury rules.

Resourceful undergrads bored with football or basketball have always been adept at inventing and popularizing new games. As the budding Quidditch vogue suggests, their recent repertoire has expanded far beyond the now-traditional broomball (a form of ice hockey played with sneakers and brooms) and ultimate Frisbee.

Students at the University of Texas at Arlington have become famous for their love of oozeball, or volleyball played in a mud pit, as well as their annual drag races involving beds on wheels. Cornell University undergraduates in Ithaca, N.Y., play footbag foursquare, in which participants kick a Hacky Sack instead of bouncing a ball as they do in the traditional childhood game. At Amherst College in Massachusetts, a dozen students recently tried competitive "boffing," a form of fencing that grew out of fantasy games that involve fake swordplay.

At Middlebury, Alexander Benepe and several friends came up with their spin on Quidditch last year after tiring of a weekly game of bocce ball on Sunday and marveling over the latest Harry Potter movie. About 30 Middlebury students played pickup games almost every weekend this fall, usually two or three matches, before heading to a championship "Quidditch World Cup" that drew five teams and about 60 players this month.

"We are the first college students who grew up reading Harry Potter," says Mr. Benepe, a sophomore from New York City. "It's very much a book of our generation."

As envisioned by Ms. Rowling, each Quidditch team has seven players aloft on brooms. Three "chasers" throw each other the "quaffle," or game ball, and score 10 points by hurling it through one of three circular goals guarded by a keeper. Meanwhile, two "bludgers," magical black balls, fly around trying to knock players off their brooms. Then, there is the golden snitch. The "seeker" -- Harry Potter's position -- tries to catch the elusive ball, ending the match, earning 150 points and, in most cases, victory.

At Marlboro, students have ditched the brooms. The toy helicopter is launched from a slingshot to re-create the snitch and must be caught before it touches ground. For bludgers, students hurl water-soaked foam balls. Both schools use a volleyball as the quaffle. At Middlebury, it is aimed at gold-painted Hula Hoops mounted on chairs. Dodgeballs are used as bludgers in the Middlebury game.

Injuries, foul weather and nasty play punctuate the competition at Harry Potter's academy, the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. It isn't much different in Vermont. At a windy recent game at Marlboro played in snow flurries, a volleyball quaffle slammed into the face of Sean Gerety, an 18-year-old freshman with a Potter-like shock of dark hair and round glasses. Clutching his bloody nose, he ran from the field.

"You can use any means necessary to get the quaffle," Mr. Benepe, who acted as referee, told the teams before the World Cup games at Middlebury. "It's a dirty game. Tackling, tripping and sliding are all encouraged."

Before the goal posts went up, students had trouble mounting them in the nearly frozen ground at the ends of the field. "Dude, why can't we just enchant them?" asked Noah Feder, a sophomore from Memphis, Tenn.

Middlebury's five World Cup squads included the Falcons, with birds emblazoned on their T-shirts; the Lumberjacks, dressed in outdoorsy plaids; and the Wocs (cow spelled backward) wearing black-felt capes with white spots. The trophy consisted largely of a vodka bottle spray-painted gold and mounted on a Halloween platter covered with skulls. "You are competing for eternal glory and the chance to have your name written forever here with a Sharpie," Mr. Benepe told a cheering crowd.

Players passed the quaffle up and down the field, with those holding it often finding themselves face down in the mud underneath a rugby-style scrum. Greta VanDeventer, an 18-year-old freshman, was temporarily sidelined after she took an elbow in the eye that left a small gash.

Mr. Johnson, playing the snitch, snared the spotlight. A 5-foot-6-inch, 135-pound bolt of lightning, he ran backward to keep the sock out of reach, dived through thick mud and evaded players by running through a crowd of spectators cheering "Go, Snitch!"

In one contest, he appeared from behind a dormitory and sprinted onto the field, pursued by a student playing a seeker. Slowing down, he taunted his adversary, then stopped short, bent down and shoved him in the chest, flinging him into a patch of mud before slipping away. Another time, he tossed off a front handspring to avert imminent capture.

In the championship, the Falcons faced the Lumberjacks. Falcon Lizz Herron-Sweet, 19, a sophomore and lacrosse player from San Diego, fearless in a snowboarding helmet, clotheslined an opponent who tumbled to the ground with the volleyball quaffle and accidentally elbowed Ms. Herron-Sweet in the face on the way down.

"The game is a lot more physical than the way we play at Hogwarts," joked teammate Nathan Blumenshine, a junior.

Lumberjacks seeker Chris Free, 18, also a cross-country runner, waited until the snitch headed up a hill and tore from behind to grab the sock, winning the championship.

Mr. Johnson, a biochemistry major from St. Louis, later suggested he could have kept out of reach indefinitely, because squatting on brooms slows down the other players. But, near the end of a typical 20-minute match, he said he purposely puts himself at risk of capture. "There was a crowd to please," he said.

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More information at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muggle_Quidditch


~9:43 pm

Friday, January 11, 2008

Nice lil' tribute

To my cousin Jeremy Lim Jit Wang,

May your days in National Service be forever memorable and full of passion, zest and wisdom. May God bless you with good friends, who'll not only help you through the days in that lonely island, but will also increase your spiritual walk with the Lord. May you find the strength and courage to stand up as a leader, and overcome any temptations and tribulations with the Holy Spirit as your power. May your experience with Mother Nature be vivid and true. Be safe and be strong. God bless you!

Your pain in the neck,
Lynette


~12:14 am

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Preparing for the drought-y country

Preparing for studies in Australia is a real tiring job. Let me tell you why:

1) Farewells with friends and family (Not to say that I don't appreciate it, for I really really am grateful for you friends and family. Just that honestly, after a while, it gets teary...).

2) Buying winter clothes (Suffice to say, my legs are really tired).

3) Family nagging on how to live well in Australia

4) Family nagging on what and how to cook stuff there so to minimize take-out costs

5) Supposed to start packing by now, but Dad still haven't told me which luggage bag I'm going to use, so still a no-go at the moment

6) Thinking of what to pack

7) Worrying of whether the stuff I bring over will be quarantined, taxed or fined

8) Trying to decide how many books to bring over there

9) Trying to gauge how much to spend each week so that by the end of the month I have savings that will cover the costs of my holidaying in that country

10) Trying not to miss everyone too much, really dislike being homesick and am already feeling so.

Yikes!


~1:18 am

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

If you want me

If you want me by Marketa Iglova & Glen Hansard

Are you really here or am I dreaming
I can’t tell dreams from truth
For it’s been so long since I have seen you
I can hardly remember your face anymore
When I get really lonely and the distance calls its only silence
I think of you smiling with pride in your eyes a lover that sighs

If you want me satisfy me
If you want me satisfy me

Are you really sure that you believe me
When others say I lie
I wonder if you could ever despise me
You know I really try
To be a better one to satisfy you for you’re everything to me
And I do what you ask me
If you let me be free

If you want me satisfy me
If you want me satisfy me


~3:24 am




~3:20 am