On Eagles' Wings

It's the end. I can taste it. It's no longer something in the future; the reality of it more tangible than ever. I turn to stare at its once beautiful face, now withered and ugly. And I weep. Oh, how I weep! Its bodice; scarred and rough, proof of when it had stood, unmoving, suffering blow after blow. Despite the agony, it had stood tall, as far as possible. Yes, admittedly, there were times when it had bent so low, I swear it would break. I even anticipate hearing the crack, louder than thunder, and I close my ears to it. But it surprises you, it does. For it does not break. It has weathered storms, ceaseless rain; thunder and lightning have both left their mark on it. Marks that are sometimes not even visible to the naked eye; that are not merely on the surface, but are cuts and wounds that are too deep for any one person to see even with closer inspection. I sit thoughtful, reflective, at its feet. I close my eyes to better concentrate on what was important.

History Cooking and me has never been in a single sentence before. Cooking catastrophe and me -- countless times. Although, to be fair, I rarely cook. Okay, again, I lie (this is really becoming a habit!!). I NEVER cook. Ask my mum. She'll be glad to testify to that (think rigorous nodding of the head and going "Uh-huh" and "Definitely!") Successful previous cooking attempts? Hm. Water. (Well, technically it's not cooking but I just want the list to look a wee bit longer) Maggi Mee. Egg omelette. Oh, and that thing with little bits of those things and yeah, with a dash of that other thing too. You know? Okay, ran out of things that I could remember cooking. So scratch that last one. ;P Despite my "vast" experiences in cooking, I decided to give it one more try anyway. In spite of the possibility of burning my house down to ashes, or at least smoking up the whole kitchen, I knew I had to try making *cue drum roll* -- the best

According to my poll, 70% of people (the 10 who voted ;P) have NOT put up their Christmas tree come Christmas Day, while only 10% did. This means that the tradition of putting up Christmas trees is slowly but surely dying out. To be replaced with Christmas tree pictures stolen from the web and posted on their respective blogs? I do not know. But the most worrying of all is that 20% voted that they do not actually know if they have put their Christmas trees up or not. Ignorance? Apathy? Very worrying indeed.

Today, I was God. I mean, I played God. I mean, I felt like God. Well...you know what I mean. Here are some of my creations: Turd. A 3-tiered one too Okay, I didn't make this one. My brother Tim did. Made in the image of the Creator ;P A pink panda A white panda to keep the pink one company Supposed to be a Chinese man with slit eyes but turned out more like Ultraman A success either way :) White face with pink eyes Pink face with white eyes to keep white-face-with-pink-eyes company too My personal favourite: The pig I know my creations are not the prettiest things you've seen. But aren't they the CUTEST??!!! I know I've got to work on the eyes for the pig, and maybe hair for white-face and pink-face. Or a mouth. But not bad, eh? ;P They did not exactly come to life after putting them in boiling water. But oh well, they served their purpose. *pats stomach* *burps* p.s: For those who are still CLUELESS, they are actua

This year, like I said, no tree and not that many presents. Why? Cos this year, our family decided to give up our prezzies and instead, give them to those who need it more than we ever would. I mean, not that we were giving away our XBox or PS3 (not that our relatives would buy us stuff like that) (not that people in Vietnam and Thailand and China are in dire need of those things). We decided that the money that our uncles and aunties would normally allot for our Christmas prezzies would instead go to World Vision: Gifts of Hope. The project is organized by World Vision. The money they receive would go to the needy in various parts of Asia. But as sponsors, we could "order" what we would like our money to purchase for the needy. For that purpose, World Vision also provided a catalogue of items that were available. We could order cows, baby goats/sheep, fish, vegetable seeds, fertilizer, farming tools, library books, workbooks and even medical insurance and survival kits for

Christmas night, we had dinner at Ah Chong suksuk's new house in Seremban 2. They just moved into it maybe a week ago? So they wanted to show the house (off) to all of us :) And as expected, it was a real mansion. Yup, HUGE. They took us on a tour around the house, showed us all the rooms and...stuff. Pret-ty impressive if you ask me. Phew, one sure feels like an ant in a house that big that has vases of erm, twigs and cane and dead flowers in every room and corner and table top, for ornamental purposes I presume. They even had a camel ornament thingy. For hanging handbags? Don't ask me. I have NO idea. The dinner was definitely a huge spread of yummy turkey and potato wedges and cold potato salad and lots of salad covered with dressing and glistening sausages and sweet and sour chicken and pork ribs and spaghetti with sweet tomato sauce and spice rice plus pepermint with choc chips ice cream for dessert...Needless to say, I totally stuffed myself that night. Aheh. The

It's Christmas Day today! Nothing really exciting. No Christmas tree, no presents under the non-existent tree, no Christmassy-songs playing in the background... It's been a pretty hectic Christmas. I was involved in the tambourine dance performance for the Children's Christmas party. I was also helping my parents with the Children's Christmas Skit. And like I mentioned earlier, it is NOT easy directing kids who saw something funny in every line they said. And laughed at every one of them. Yup. Every one. I played the piano for today's Christmas service and performed the tambourine dance again as well. Not to mention all those sessions of practice and preparing for all the coming events. I find that I keep reminding myself of the importance of Christmas. And during this time, I think of my friends. Friends I have known for soo long. 7 years of friendship is important to me. Yes, I admit, we've had our ups and downs. Many, many downs. We've cried a

Hm, unfortunately, yesterday's trip to City Park was more of a camwhoring session than exercise. I'm sorry. I meant to jog, I did. But... The scenery there was just too beautiful to ignore...;P In the end, I took lots more pictures with my AWESOME phone which I will post here. Hope you like it as much as I do :) ~The lamp post looked kinda lonely. But I like how it looks with the pretty sky in the background. Don't you? ;P ~All the pretty fish clamoring for the crumbs of bread. They seriously jostle each other for every morsel! ~The edges just before it goes into the "lake". ~I like this picture. Looks like something from a postcard, no? I love the cloud formations best :) ~The flowers are so beautiful. I love the colour. Purple bougainvilleas... ~By now, the sky is pretty dark. The lamps are shining brighter, aren't they? ~I took this shot for the perspective. Looks nice, with the winding pathway and young cocon

Pant. Pant Pant. Pant Pant Pant. Take deep breaths. Slow. Steady. In. Out. Breathe in. Exhale. Ignore the pain in your side. Ouch. Keep moving! You can do it!!! Sweat is already staining my shirt. I am beginning to feel a little chilly from the wind. I look ahead. A long way more to go. You have GOT to be kidding me! I can't do this I can't do this I can't do this. I just can't believe this. I have a stitch in my side after barely 2 minutes of running. Or jogging. Whatever. I am seriously out of shape. My family and I (excluding Kit cos he had Scout's Camp bwahahaha) plus my auntie and cuz went to S2 City Park for a walk. It was actually my auntie's idea. When I asked her what for, she said she wants to exercise and lose the weight. Ahah. Like 15 minutes of jogging twice a year will make any difference. We went there in the evening, 4 of us squashed in the back seat of the car. I haven't been to City Park in aaggeess. We started off by