tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16958280129135345302024-03-13T19:11:04.213+08:00Things You Don't Seeor rather you can'tJon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-50603543581315788642009-09-13T22:20:00.004+08:002009-09-13T22:36:12.087+08:00They say your social life begins when you have a car...Hah~ I still find myself lifeless. Aimless. Hypocritical. Two-faced. One even wanders why am I still doing these things, choir, 6 who died, etc. I guess it became a habit. Something that is deep in me, part of me, intertwined with the very core of my humanity.<br /><br />Or... maybe, just maybe... I never really left. Or rather, I did but somehow unexpectantly and subconciously I start pushing myself back. Or maybe it is the other way around; someone pulling<strong> me</strong> back.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Who am I? Why am I here? Where am I going?</strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><br /><br />The questions, the messages, the songs... </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /><br />Or maybe I'm speculating too much. Maybe I'm still trying to put myself at the center of the universe.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But I still hold on to that faint speck of hope; that He still cares for me.</div>Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-5673831756597097142009-08-07T17:15:00.003+08:002009-08-07T17:21:27.120+08:00I get it now, Life is short yet not so short...<div align="center"><em>We fall, we cry, we bleed, we get up and for what? To go through the same process all over again.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Time flies and.... there is only 8+ days left.... Scary. Haha. There I said it. The eccentric blockhead I am is actually scared. Hmmm... Maybe I'm getting a bit too engrossed in my character, but it's not enough. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Wish me luck! (funny, I started believing in luck all over again)</div>Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-24685093131492566202009-07-18T13:50:00.002+08:002009-07-18T13:55:16.013+08:00Tired, Sleepy, Exhausted, Drained and the list goes on....The ironic thing is I seem to be more tired after my slumber than before sleep.<br /><br />Rush-A-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">thon</span> was a good waste of time and money, but let by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">gones</span> be by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">gones</span>. Studying seems rather appealing to me now, like as if I actually want to study. Soon, very soon.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Disjointed</span> thoughts torments my waking hours.<br /><br />TataJon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-84493564404778352202009-07-16T00:21:00.002+08:002009-07-16T00:38:43.743+08:00When life gives you lemons, you suck on it and endure the sourness of life...<div align="center"><em>There is always a thin line between <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">optimistism</span> and ignorance.</em> </div><br />Finals are just next week. It seems time flies when it's nearing the end. So much to do and so little time. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Preparation</span> & <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">rehearsal</span> for 15 August, would be choir practices, assignments, presentations, last minute cramming. Maybe this is what I was waiting for. As the saying goes, "<em>My time to shine."</em><br /><em></em><br />Or I could just roll over and indulge in worries and anxieties and at the end of it all, nothing gets done.<br /><br />Why am I babbling all these things now? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Heh</span>! Must be the impending nervousness for my lack of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">preparation</span> for oral presentation.<br /><br />Anyway, as the title goes, I chose not to be too optimistic to the point of ignorance and rather face the problems, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hectic-ness</span> and deadlines head on with a smile on my face and survive through them. Yes, these things I faced now will be considered childish and immature but I'm sure they will mature me and make me stronger to take on more difficult trials in the future.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Toodles</span> and may you all suck on your lemons with that in mind.Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-89479005673453336742009-07-13T16:27:00.026+08:002009-07-13T17:17:04.255+08:00A true story.. well... not exactly<strong>CAST: </strong>Lyon, Eng Hoe, Jon<br /><strong>DIRECTOR: </strong>Jon<br /><strong>CAMERA MAN: </strong>Kimberly<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Part 1</strong></div><br /><div align="center">There was once a gangster called L,</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrwptCkizI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Bcs5ChwXErU/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357859305966308146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrwptCkizI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Bcs5ChwXErU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />who goes around beating up people. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrxCFO8OSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/j59nlKONvS8/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357859724777503010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrxCFO8OSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/j59nlKONvS8/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />While he was about to victimized his 2152463421231th victim called E, J step in.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrxIxSWzqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7loamsJ_nTo/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357859839682203298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrxIxSWzqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7loamsJ_nTo/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Just in time, J managed to stopped L from hurting E. E was shocked!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/Slrw6by2lxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DwceC9KxXF0/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357859593394755346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/Slrw6by2lxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/DwceC9KxXF0/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />J then confronts L! L was shocked.</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrxUK2bVMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/kDJtGYlpeek/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357860035522942146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrxUK2bVMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/kDJtGYlpeek/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div>And J use the shockness to his advantage and evangelize to both of them.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrxYoLYVXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/c1OCqFXXuLM/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357860112114931058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrxYoLYVXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/c1OCqFXXuLM/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>E & L then kiss and make up.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrxkVVGDHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1wnvU0gV4Mw/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357860313213832306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrxkVVGDHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1wnvU0gV4Mw/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />J says his goodbye and went off to find more good deeds to do.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrxpPVTP4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/HFOUb7GSr30/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357860397503430530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrxpPVTP4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/HFOUb7GSr30/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />L then turns back to E and starts to whack him.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrySOW8WNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kpjhbUYJF2M/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357861101616519378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrySOW8WNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kpjhbUYJF2M/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a> E was confused and hurt.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlryVtfOaKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/QrxL67U12Kg/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357861161512364194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlryVtfOaKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/QrxL67U12Kg/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a> End of Part 1. </div><div>Moral of the story: Inward transformation is hard to come by. </div><div></div><div></div><div>Intermission:</div><div></div><div>Cast takes a break....</div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357862406521551426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrzeLgi-kI/AAAAAAAAAMM/G-rpdVouYdo/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br />while director gets inspiration...</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357862485290511890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/Slrziw8h7hI/AAAAAAAAAMU/03qfbUV7GPo/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><div></div><div><strong>Part 2:</strong></div><div></div><div>After the encounter with L from part 1, E was hurt. And there he was shuffling along the side walk, caressing his hurt arm.</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlryYrdpGkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/HOz3or9am_U/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357861212508461634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlryYrdpGkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/HOz3or9am_U/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>J spotted E and wonders what had happen.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/Slryb5_jMsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nt9ZqdNOYdg/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357861267948384962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/Slryb5_jMsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nt9ZqdNOYdg/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>After hearing his account, J place his hands over E and pray.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/Slryei-TzAI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ex6mMpXlAzk/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357861313308773378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/Slryei-TzAI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ex6mMpXlAzk/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />E was healed! And they rejoice!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlryhqtNzqI/AAAAAAAAALM/U0Sh5NpQ5t4/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357861366924168866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlryhqtNzqI/AAAAAAAAALM/U0Sh5NpQ5t4/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />However, shortly after that, E spotted L in the distance.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrylMcAI3I/AAAAAAAAALU/ggWuje94rjU/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357861427518382962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrylMcAI3I/AAAAAAAAALU/ggWuje94rjU/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />E tried to attack L but J was there to intervene!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrypJfEasI/AAAAAAAAALc/s6dW854TMg4/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357861495445416642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrypJfEasI/AAAAAAAAALc/s6dW854TMg4/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Unfortunately E seemed possessed by anger and tried to takes his revenge. But miraclously, J was able to grab E's arm just in time.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrzH4MSSXI/AAAAAAAAALk/iW35TZ0bhM8/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357862023379175794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrzH4MSSXI/AAAAAAAAALk/iW35TZ0bhM8/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />J calms E down and explained what will happen when he takes his revenge on L. </div><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrzLseXSVI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZlCBKKMV6S8/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357862088953252178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrzLseXSVI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZlCBKKMV6S8/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a> E forgives L.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrzOohUsJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/couEFIkltOY/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357862139431530642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SlrzOohUsJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/couEFIkltOY/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>End of Part 2.</div><div>Moral of the story: Forgiveness may not be fair but it sure can end the never ending cycle of revenge .<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-28623496171140289432009-06-11T11:27:00.000+08:002009-06-11T11:28:39.585+08:00Blast from the past.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOnL5c8LMqM&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOnL5c8LMqM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-62691263376661050982009-06-10T04:18:00.002+08:002009-06-10T04:25:10.357+08:00It's been 4 weeks now...I've received my RBS letter from myself after 3 months. Still remained unopen. I guess I'm just too ashamed to faced myself.Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-29238447738600348982009-06-02T18:51:00.003+08:002009-06-02T19:37:00.931+08:00It's been awhile...Hello World!<div><br /></div><div>Long time no blog. Guess I did not have the mood to blog. But it's funny why I am blogging now, since I have an assignment and presentation due tomorrow, my mid-term exams are next week, I need to memorize my script by this Sunday and it's been 2 weeks since that day.</div><div><br /></div><div>College has been hard on me and honestly speaking, eventhough I am constantly surrounded by a bunch of new friends, I still feel alone. It's OK, I'm getting numb to it. </div><div><br /></div><div>At least last Sat I had a lovely break from reality. :D Canticle Singers were AWESOME. I'm so gonna get a pony tail! And I really sound weird on digital form, or maybe my brain just project my voice differently. Really, I sound like an Ah Beng. T___T I need a new voice box... wonder if I can get it from the Body Shop. HAHA lame joke really.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the mean time, have a limited edition picture of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">moi</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SiUOu3GtDrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_lmbKT2hpXI/s400/model.JPG" /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div>Ok, that's all for now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Have a nice day.</div>Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-12795408718768624072009-04-21T13:47:00.002+08:002009-04-21T13:51:47.510+08:00The Proton Wira was finally a Wira for 4 seconds...Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-50060315769220248052009-04-12T21:02:00.003+08:002009-04-12T21:04:57.317+08:00O HAPPY DAY!!!!<p><object height="432" width="576"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/71952446729"><embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/71952446729" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="576" height="432"></embed></object></p><p> </p><p>Remember indeed...</p>Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-8071165243982824782009-04-10T19:45:00.003+08:002009-04-10T19:52:53.792+08:00A smile in the midst of the storm<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Personality / Temperament for Jon Wee</strong></span><br /><br />Test taken on April 9th 2009<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Personality: Melancholy Sanguine</span><br /></strong><br /><strong>Melancholy Strength:6 Weakness:8<br /></strong>35%<br />Read more about <a href="http://www.oneishy.com/personality/melancholy_strengths.php">Melancholy Strengths</a><br />Read more about <a href="http://www.oneishy.com/personality/melancholy_weaknesses.php">Melancholy Weaknesses</a><br /><br /><strong>Phlegmatic Strength:2 Weakness:5<br /></strong>18%<br />Read more about <a href="http://www.oneishy.com/personality/phlegmatic_strengths.php">Phlegmatic Strengths</a><br />Read more about <a href="http://www.oneishy.com/personality/phlegmatic_weaknesses.php">Phlegmatic Weaknesses</a><br /><br /><strong>Sanguine Strength:7 Weakness:4<br /></strong>28%<br />Read more about <a href="http://www.oneishy.com/personality/sanguine_strengths.php">Sanguine Strengths</a><br />Read more about <a href="http://www.oneishy.com/personality/sanguine_weaknesses.php">Sanguine Weaknesses</a><br /><br /><strong>Choleric Strength:5 Weakness:3</strong><br />20%<br />Read more about <a href="http://www.oneishy.com/personality/choleric_strengths.php">Choleric Strengths</a><br />Read more about <a href="http://www.oneishy.com/personality/choleric_weaknesses.php">Choleric Weaknesses</a><br /><br />Interested in finding out what your personality is? <a href="http://www.oneishy.com/personality/personality_test.php">Take the Test!</a><br /><br /><br />So ouch! I am a serious emo person deep deep down. So many negatives for Melancholic...<br />Kinda makes me wonder....<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">HAPPY MOURNING...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">It is Good Friday after all.</span></strong></div>Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-70966901074268915462009-04-05T20:47:00.002+08:002009-04-05T21:26:15.472+08:00The Love of God<div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Could we with ink the ocean fill,<br />And were the skies of parchment made,<br />Were every stalk on earth a quill,<br />And every man a scribe by trade; </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">To write the love of God above<br />Would drain the ocean dry;<br />Nor could the scroll contain the whole,<br />Though stretched from sky to sky</span></strong></em></div><p></p><p><br />This stanza that we sang so often was originally found scribbled on the wall of a patients room in a mental asylum. Frederick M. Lehman then added the first 2 stanzas to make the song whole. The love of God holds no boundary to anyone. This child of God who scribbled this verse has understood perfectly how uncomprehensively vast the love of God is.</p><p>So how bout you? It is Passion Week. Thought about God's love lately? </p><p>If haven't, better start now then. =)</p><p>God Bless!<br /></p>Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-20130688357685531802009-03-26T21:14:00.020+08:002009-03-26T22:44:04.618+08:00Barfday? Burpday? Blupday? Birthday?This is a delayed birthday post to me. I originally was to lazy to post it, but a certain turtle or penyu won't let me off easy. Hmm... where should I start? Err... better start from the start of the eve of my birthday.<br /><br />20th March<br /><br />Guess I didn't expected much on that day except the RBS reunion because Li Ann was in town. Kinda fun spending the whole day in KLCC with a bunch of equally crazy youth to do just wander around and talk about anything under the sun. Literally just wander around and just talk. Hahaha! Shopping~~ XP But seriously it was fun to be reunited once again just after 4 days since the RBS reunion in Sunway Red Box. XP<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Have a laugh, have a pic:</div><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317489362118984658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuEZs4FQ9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/QtMhXVNlWZA/s400/rbs8.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="center">Camwhoring. Kim's speciality.</div><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317487415370751106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuCoYrInII/AAAAAAAAAHM/eG38puT69fU/s400/rbs.jpg" border="0" />Emo-ing<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317497017222968226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuLXSXGM6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/fPsBIMFqoPc/s400/rbs0.jpg" border="0" />Just wandering around... again.<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuFRe3OD1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/6wXjz05JWJ8/s1600-h/rbs6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317490320429944658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuFRe3OD1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/6wXjz05JWJ8/s400/rbs6.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bring out the Bollywood-ness in me.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuFM98mb5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pnLxhnTToGQ/s1600-h/rb5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317490242874666898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuFM98mb5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pnLxhnTToGQ/s400/rb5.jpg" border="0" /></a>Bring out the model in me.<br /><br /><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317490474974067490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuFaelaOyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mDGJcHB0N2s/s400/rbs7.jpg" border="0" />Bring out the kid in me.</div><div><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317494342101470498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuI7kwbjSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/a6iPgD3vLqM/s400/rbs4.jpg" border="0" />Also bringing out the kid in me. </div><div></div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317488521639257698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuDox2GZmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/e8V6Ah735kU/s400/rbs1.jpg" border="0" /> Again, the model in me. (I think I look better without Eng Hoe XP jkjk) <div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuDxLadHGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ARL9cBgBNxg/s1600-h/rbs2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317488665941580898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuDxLadHGI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ARL9cBgBNxg/s400/rbs2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Teaching people how to skip like me. I need new recruits...<br /><br /><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317489206163947506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuEQn5gP_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/UBYTChZ1xyY/s400/rbs5.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Us with all the happy smily faces.</div><br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317489081161941154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuEJWOtAKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZWzBM_7uv5s/s400/rbs3.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Us again.<br /></div><div align="left"><br />Ah... blissful time spending it with you guys. :)<br /><br />Well, it didn't end there. About 4 o' clock I think, Keen King called me while I still was in KLCC to go out. So I was like okay. But the funny thing is they ask me to go and meet up at 6 30 pm. So I continue my lepaking with my RBS mates untill 6.00 pm.<br /><br />I reached the Bangsar LRT station at 6. 30pm on the dot. I'm always early for some reason... even for the KLCC trip. And well... we only met up at 8 30 pm. I guess I learn the value of patience well. Enjoying the breeze of the evening air. Watching the sun decends slowly into the horizon among the polluted gasses.<br /><br /></div><div align="left">I'll just fast forward now to fish & co since 2 hours of waiting is not so interesting.<br /><br /></div><div align="left">Met up with Boon Yang, Wen Jun and Keen King and waited for Jun Yu and his girlfriend to come. Turns out the girlfriend was a childhood friend of mine. Interesting. But I didn't bother to tell her who I was. Too lazy I guess. HAHAHA! Well, at least they found out yesterday. </div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Interestingly I wasn't into fish that day, so I ordered sword-fish. XP Lame right? I know! haha down to 10 bucks in my wallet.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Note: If you think you are holy, then please stop reading from this point on... Thank you =)</strong></span></div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="left">Then we went to D'haven to celebrate my birthday. Hehe.... No shisha for me though. I still hold fast to my principles.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Long Island was nice. I prefer Blue Lagoon though. *hint *hint.</div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left">Here's some more pictures.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317491612690122450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuGcs6DhtI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2KrUXeF1e1E/s400/IMG_7479.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center">Keen King trying to be a pro shisha-er</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317491737799823634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuGj--iERI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HJHuGtnNxUM/s400/IMG_7469.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Failed...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="left">After about one hour <em>(and after numerous times of "secretly" discussing about what to get for me),</em> Keen King and Jun Yu went out to get my gift. Haha. Thanks for all your effort! And thanks for belanja-ing me AK-47 and the Long Islands and also the clown. The clown was pretty cute. =D Love it! AK-47 was fun to drink. I still love cherries. ^^</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317491164392179426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuGCm3fxuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_0Pim-nv-EE/s400/IMG_7498.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div align="center">Me with me birthday gift.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317491442299562226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/ScuGSyJx6PI/AAAAAAAAAIk/zj-jKjWMdTw/s400/IMG_7502.JPG" border="0" /> </div><br /><p align="center">Me savouring my birthday gift.</p><p>There was a video of me downing down my AK-47. Go to PenYU's blog to see. If you want to see that is.</p><p>Well, after the excitement and receiving numerous sms' wishing me Happy Birthday, we went back and crashed at Jun Yu's place. </p><p>Then went home the next day for my YF. And then went out to celebrate my birthday with GodMa. Dinner was not bad. Then next day, went for steamboat. My mom's friend belanja'd me again. Awesome steamboat at puchong, man!! STEAM AH!!!</p><p>Well, that's how I spent my pre, during, and post birthday days. </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">THANK YOU ALL!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">GOD BLESS!!!</span></p>Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-85094317991441508812009-03-21T22:33:00.004+08:002009-03-21T23:14:52.513+08:00The REAL two weeks after RBS...<div align="center">It's utterly shameful to admit how far I can fall just after 2 weeks of RBS, and even without the start of college yet. How I seem to find it harder to pray continuosly throughout the day, how I missed out my devotion for 2 days in a row, how I totally left God out of my mind during my birthday celebration yesterday, how I just fail and fail and yet still fail to put my priorities in order and how the fire of passion for God seemed to extinguished so quickly.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">And definitely, how I slowly conformed back to the life of hypocricy...</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I feel dry and dead. I'm just so so weak and fragile. My will is so shallow. I am truly pathetic. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I have hit rock bottom.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />. </div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">But I guess when all the water in the well has been used up, the only choice I'm left is this:</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Dig deeper.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /></div><div align="center">It's truly amazing. How the Holy Spirit makes me realize these things. How the God of "irony" uses the brokenness in me to draw me closer to Him. From the fall, there'll be the rise. From sin, there'll be redemption. From the sick, there'll be healing. From death, there'll be life. From the feeling of loneliness, there'll be the inclination to be with people more. From natural disaster, there'll be unity among the people to help the victims. From the depression and feelings of unworthiness, there'll be a strong urge to lean on the power of grace and to seek God.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">In the end, it's not love for God nor even the want to love God that's important or real to me now. I don't feel that at all. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">It's the want of wanting to love God that counts.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">And how?</div><div align="center"><strong>by digging deeper...</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><blockquote><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>"My grace is sufficient for you, and my<br />power is made perfect in weakness.."</em></strong></span></div></blockquote></strong></span></div><p></p><br /><br /><br /><p>Thank you God, for making me reflect on my life once again. And I doubt it'll be the last. I <strong>do</strong> still have a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong way to go.</p><p><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">GOD Bless!</span></strong><br /></p>Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-73158528504643579452009-03-12T18:39:00.004+08:002009-03-12T18:52:44.328+08:00The Perfect Results<div align="center">God has answered my prayers! Praise God! I believe He had given me the perfect results to satisfy my soul.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I got 8 A's for SPM.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">It's not straight so lest I can boast about myself and still not so low that I can be ashamed of. </div><div align="center">Some of you might find me retarded but I don't care. God gave me this gift to prove that he cares for my needs. Not my wants but my needs. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">God bless!</div>Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-73852663457635181062009-03-07T13:13:00.004+08:002009-03-12T20:45:51.622+08:00Back from outer space? More like inner space.<div align="center"><div align="center">So much lessons learn, friendship made, laughs shared, tears shed, thoughts expressed... and all for what?<br />Life, of course!<br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">RBS</span> was an AWESOME experience. It's time now to live out the experience.</span></strong></div><div align="center">I am not holier now, I am more sinful than ever.<br /></div><br /><div align="center">[edited]<br /></div><br /><div align="center">I realised that the above was not really a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fitful</span> description of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">RBS</span>.<br />So after reviewing some of my friends' blogs I was peer pressured into this:<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">What <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">RBS</span> meant to me:</span></strong></div><div align="center">Or what I learn:<br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Notes: This is not all there is to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">RBS</span>, these are just some. There are just too much...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312265529605997842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/Sbj1WoS3xRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5BB_5Kp1moQ/s400/we.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">I learnt what it takes to be a real man, a leader.... with emotions/compassion.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312265894313593234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/Sbj1r278CZI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HhFyldSuF7k/s400/weee.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">I learnt to speak no evil, smell no evil, see no evil, hear no evil and think no evil. Or at least try to do them.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312265774339495010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/Sbj1k3_4lGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_pofsJrnLVA/s400/wee.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">I learnt that everyone is just ordinary <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">untill</span> we get to know them.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312266009915695218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/Sbj1ylloIHI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FVyLqoOIi80/s400/weeee.jpg" border="0" /> I learnt to be serious at times... I'm serious...<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312266133427466338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/Sbj15xtIMGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/isOmyHAaHOw/s400/weeeee.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">I learnt that I should put more trust in the circle of close friends I have.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312277900046867650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SbkAmrxznMI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Pvi2H-D5Y6g/s400/weeeeeee.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">I learnt that God is closer than I thought, all I had to do is lift a finger.</p><p align="center"> </p><div align="center"></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312276459843849570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/Sbj_S2mpjWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nV284MmKq9s/s400/weeeeeeeee.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p align="center">I learnt that every moment is a gift from God. It is His present for us.</p><p><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312276555142270546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/Sbj_YZnkDlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/9RL7VBhrfq8/s400/weeeeeeeeee.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">I learnt that I can accomplish anything through Christ who gives me strength.<br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(Yes the flag is fake but it still carries its meaning)</span></em><br /></p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312267537653649298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/Sbj3Lg2vT5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/zmWFU8kl75M/s400/weeeeee.jpg" border="0" />I learnt that I have a great mission team called Glasgow!<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Thank You <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">RBS</span>, for giving me the opportunity to learn...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">PS: noticed there are less girls in the photos <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">eventhough</span> the girls outnumbered the boys? That proves it, guys are just better posers than girls. Just kidding!</span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>GOD Bless!</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-73384696493517395442009-01-20T20:02:00.002+08:002009-01-20T21:46:46.470+08:00I am not rotting!!! I am just degenerating slowly...Weeeeeeee It's the 3rd week of school reopen... Wait.... why do I care? HAHAHA no school!<br /><br /><br />Hehe... some of you might be wondering what I'm doing nowadays so that I won't go insane from boredom, so here's the list:<br /><ul><li>Driving lessons (kinda fun but I really wish the instructor would stop leaving me all alone to drive around while he go yam cha)</li><li>Gai Gai (basically just lepaking around with other free people, the Loos included)</li><li>Reading (self-explanatory)</li><li>Occasional gai gai by myself</li><li>Helping around in the house.</li><li>Internet</li></ul><br /><p>Yeah, maybe its not so much of a impressive list but it still achieved its purpose.</p><p>Residential Bible School is just next week! I'm really excited, yet still feel homesickness already. Amazing huh? Contradicting emotions usually happens consequently.</p><p>And I decided to stay back in PJ whereas my parents go to Kuala Terengganu on the the 23rd. I will catch them later on the 26th. Guess the reason for me wanting to stay back is... no idea? HAHAHA Maybe its because that weekend is the last weekend the Loos are here? Or maybe Zoe and Marie's farewell is this coming Saturday? Or maybe I want to spend as much time with the friends around me as much as possible before going to RBS? Or maybe there's not much relatives back in KT. After all, all my grandparents are gone.</p><p>So yeah, that means I'll be home alone for 3 days before CNY. Anybody wants to adopt me?</p><p>PS: I appreciate the advice from Ben Phua, "Go hunting in RBS, but please don't hunt preys you can't kill."</p><br /><p></p>Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-5688508458679772322009-01-06T00:26:00.002+08:002009-01-06T00:34:21.738+08:00A new year, a new startYes, I know it is weird and late for a new year post, but heck I'm writing anyway eventhough it will be a short one.<br /><br />It really is weird. To not buy text books for school. To not wake up early for school. To not be dressing up for school. To not do any homework for school.<br /><br />But enough on that, I shall not dwell on the past if not I'll never move forward. Someone once wrote that, " To start a new life, you have to die to the old." I couldn't agree more.<br /><br />So for now, I just have to be a<em> <strong>ronin</strong></em><strong> </strong>and bear with it for awhile.<br /><br />Any wishes for this year? I wish I would be a more people person.<br /><br />Enjoy the year ahead!Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-40872072571794538712008-12-31T11:04:00.010+08:002008-12-31T15:48:13.710+08:00YF camp 08 [from my point of view]<strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bonjour</span></span>! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Je</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">parle</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Français</span></span>!!! Merci <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">beaucoup</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">SLOO</span></span>!!!</strong><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Translation: Hello! I speak french!!! Thank you very much, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">SLOO</span></span>!!!</span></em><br /><br />Yes I'm back from Youth Camp. So as per-usual like everyone else, I would like to jot down what happen, lessons, people, or anything I see that is worth putting down on my blog.<br /><br /><br /><strong><u><span style="font-size:130%;">THE ACTIVITIES</span></u></strong><br />Caving in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Gua</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Tempurong</span></span> for the second time is not too bad. Although my shoes became sole-less and it feels like walking bare footed on the small sharp rocks with only a thin piece of cloth strapped around my feet. Well, at least those shoes were old and worn and thankfully not Nike or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Addidas</span></span> (another reason for not buying branded goods).<br /><br />Workshops were great. I thank God for enabling me to participate in the French workshop. We get to discover how to say our names in french. Well, for me that part was pretty much simple. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Sloo's</span> a great and patient teacher. Well done!<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(though it was a bit weird when suddenly the Sing with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Yuen</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Yuen</span> Workshop <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">interupted</span> us with a funny song they composed, Well done to you guys too!)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br />Games were not too bad too! The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Sukaneka</span></span> (that has nothing related to sports) was indeed quite fun. I am glad to see all my group whole <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">heartedly</span></span> doing through every single disgusting things like stuffing their face with shaving cream, or stuffing their face into flour to find coins. And the best thing is: WE DID IT WITH A SMILE!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(plus I ruin the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Jenga</span></span> when it was at its last block)</span><br /><br />Mystery Night too was well, a mystery. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">HAHA</span></span> Basically its like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">CSI</span></span> finding who kill the victim, using what weapon, where did it took place, and why. The whole event actually took 2 hours but time flies when we're having fun. Jason <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Voon's</span></span> sexy acting scared the hair off people. Well, we didn't get first place but it's all right. We were close.<br /><br />Talent time is yet another awesome thing to watched. The group Zeal would definitely be dead without Kevin Loo. And David Ho really has a limited vocabulary. <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Muruku</span></span>?</em></strong></span><br /><br /><strong><u><span style="font-size:130%;">THE CAMPSITE</span></u></strong><br /><br />As some of you have noted in my fellow <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">YF</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">ers</span> blogs. Yes the campsite was nice and clean but full of flies. That's because we were practically in the middle of nowhere. A good place to make someone stranded for life. Yeah. So the campsite is extremely good... so long as you don't open your mouth too long. A fly might just fly in.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Tragically</span>, we didn't get to use much of the facilities due to the tight schedule. But it was all right.<br /><br />Toilets were clean. Food were good. Beds were comfortable. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Nettings</span> for insects were there. And <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">air cons</span> were working! So I guess this campsite goes way up to my list for great compare to some other campsites I went to.<br /><br /><strong><u><span style="font-size:130%;">THE SPEAKER</span></u></strong><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Joshua <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Liong</span><br /></span></strong></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285798791891161282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SVrt_vDckMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IQ5jJj0p0uY/s400/n589751163_281574_696.jpg" border="0" />You've seen him, you've heard him, and now you shall add him on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=589751163&hiq=joshua%2Cliong"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">FACEBOOK</span></a> !!! So yeah. He was our camp speaker for Passion for God. He was just simply amazing. He just gets to the point and the point drives through you like a sword through your heart. Something most speakers won't do. They just try to create impressive and decorative jargon and makes you think too much <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">untill</span> you're brain is back to square one: empty.<br /><br /><strong><u><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></u></strong>All the things he had said are well, to me not new things but still things that I haven't thought of in a long, long time. Things that always remained in the back of my head, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">untill</span> now. It is just incredible to be reminded that God chose to let us be involved in his plans. And the purpose for us is just too incredible so that glory goes back to God.<br /><br />Thanks to him, I get my spiritual high and passion renewed for God.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(Team Hoyt always brings tears to my eyes without fail.)<br /></span><br /><br /><strong><u><span style="font-size:130%;">THE PEOPLE</span></u></strong><br />The people there are just super great. Spontaneous, active, willing to listen, ready to laugh and most importantly, GREAT FRIENDS!!! They are the people you wish time would just stood still and never ends.</p><p>Their sharing are just great encouragement for people like me. It shows that they <strong>are </strong>growing and in the right path.</p><p>On the last night of camp, I and Han Jung stayed up till 2:30 am for bonding session. It was really nice. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Haha</span> too bad the rest slept so fast. You guys should have seen the dining hall when it is dark. Outside was dark, inside was dark and the place is full of windows. Just imagine if someone in white suddenly walk past one of them. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Brrrr</span>....<br /></p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285856305319180626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 468px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SVsiTdRO-VI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aRvv6xC50KI/s400/camp+photo.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">YOUTH CAMP IS AWESOME!!!</span></strong></p><br /><p align="left">Note to self: I only wish I was more friendlier to people.<br /></p>Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-51918127863699825042008-12-24T12:25:00.008+08:002008-12-24T12:36:54.778+08:00The real reason to be jolly falala-lalala<div align="center">As little children we would dream of Christmas morn</div><div align="center">Of all the gifts and toys we knew we’d find</div><div align="center">But we never realized a baby born one blessed night</div><div align="center">Gave us the greatest gift of our lives</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">We were the reason that He gave His life</div><div align="center">We were the reason that He suffered and died</div><div align="center">To a world that was lost He gave all He could give</div><div align="center">To show us the reason to live</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">As the years went by we learned more about gifts</div><div align="center">The giving of ourselves and what that means</div><div align="center">On a dark and cloudy day a man hung crying in the rain</div><div align="center">because of love </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I finally found the reason for living</div><div align="center">It’s in giving every part of my heart to Him</div><div align="center">And all that I do every word that I say</div><div align="center">I’ll be giving my all just for Him, for Him</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">We are the reason that He gave His life</div><div align="center">We are the reason that He suffered and died</div><div align="center">To a world that was lost He gave all He could give</div><div align="center">To show us the reason to live</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>HAVE A BLESSED CHRISTMAS EVE <span style="color:#009900;">WITHOUT</span> <span style="color:#009900;">FORGETTING THE REAL </span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="color:#009900;">REASON</span> FOR CHRISTMAS!</span></strong></span></div>Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-70227009356791624842008-12-23T19:56:00.002+08:002008-12-23T20:15:50.565+08:00Your wish is my command, cool-shoes-owner/ ZoeDirections: Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a blog/Facebook note with 16 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose 16 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don’t forget to leave them a comment or tag them in your note to read this.<br /><br />1. I love to create weird expressions.<br />2. I chose to be left behind instead of going for the Christmas family gathering today.<br />3. I once ran up my hand phone bill to RM150+<br />4. I wish I can be wise one day.<br />5. I want to die by cancer or some terminal disease so that I know how much time I have left.<br />6. I learn how to solve a rubik's cube by observing Mark Huang doing his thing.<br />7. I wish I had a sexier voice.<br />8. I love God but shamefully don't show it much.<br />9. I <strong>will</strong> change that [reffering to no.8]<br />10. I want to be able to think logically and rationally.<br />11. I want to build relationships that last.<br />12. I have a variable ability to sleep yet to be aware of my surroundings. Sometimes it happens sometimes it don't.<br />13. I can control what I say and do under the influence of alcohol when I am awake.<br />14. I can be everyones friend.<br />15. I wish I had more patience. You can never have too much.<br />16. I suck at romance.<br /><br />I tag<br />Keen King (if you're sober by now)<br />Jun Yu (if you're un-emo right now)<br />Kit Meng (if you're free)<br /><br />And you you you you you you *infinity.Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-30552686300798389862008-12-23T17:08:00.010+08:002008-12-23T19:51:22.295+08:00I would understa-a-a-and~ Monday is not so bad day after all...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Eventhough</span> it was really really really short notice, the best school friends made it to mid valley to catch:<br /><div></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SVCr7m1qMXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9dFu76KjvK8/s1600-h/yes-man-poster-0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282911403431833970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 445px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SVCr7m1qMXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9dFu76KjvK8/s400/yes-man-poster-0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282911560240239106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SVCsEu_skgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GBYY09eYXEc/s400/large_yes-man.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SVCrSr8QR3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/HvfX8F7dzeA/s1600-h/yes-man.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282910700427036530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8doHsrXbfUA/SVCrSr8QR3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/HvfX8F7dzeA/s400/yes-man.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yes, you get it. Really awesome movie. Thanks Matt for recommending it. :) Go watch it, Jim <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Carrey's</span> expressions are priceless.<br /><br />Then we went to Fish and Co. for late dinner. That was when Keen King's chest becoming super red from 20% diluted vodka. I find my Fishy Maria was quite spicy. Yummmyyyy. Then we went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Sri</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hartamas</span> for Chivas. Boon Yang went red after a sip of wine. We shall call him Boon Yang the red faced clown. So we finished half of our Chivas bottle in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Sri</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Hartamas</span> and headed back to Jun <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Yu's</span> place.<br /><br />That was where the fun started and ended with a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">vomiting</span> end. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ok</span>. The fun didn't ended there. It never does. =D<br /><br />So I and Keen King were being funny and poured the remaining half of the bottle of Chivas into our two cups to downed it. Unfortunately when we finished pouring we realised we almost finished the whole bottle. So yeah. Jun <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Yu</span> get the whats left in the bottle and Keen King poured some for Boon Yang from his share. So <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE</span> we toast, we downed and Keen King got really really really tipsy. Sorry. =D But really it is incredibly awesome how out of control you can get. You should see the vids I took for Keen King. Haha it looks as if I am really nailing it down on Keen King. That's because he was too funny. Really funny. Period.<br /><br />Me? At least I am conscious enough to realise 1+2+3+4+5+6=21 Black Jack! And also still conscious enough to hear what the rest was mumbling in their sleep or half sleep. And also conscious enough to help open the jammed door.<br /><br />Unfortunately, when I grew tired, alcohol takes its toll on me. No, I don't spout out truthful or revealing things or cursed like a sailor. Just get dizzy and feeling sick. So I tried to stay up as much as possible. But I failed miserably. So yeah I suddenly woke and heard a gut-wrenching sound and realize it came from me. Well, part of the sound also came from Keen King who was already in the toilet vomitting his guts out for 3 hours? So yeah, the toilet bowl was my best friend for the moment, Keen King had the sink to himself.<br /><br />I think I shall stop there with the insightful details but I tell you this, it was an unpleasant sight. Jun Yu kindly took a vid for me to see. How kind. So when I got back from the toilet 20 minutes later (Keen King was still hugging the sink), I look at Jun Yu and said, "Lets do it again!"<br /><br />No I was not saying that because I have no idea what was I saying. It is because I seriously felt a sense of elation, euphoria like sense of pleasure. Okay maybe not during the vomiting process but still...fun? It's like I can look back and say, "Been there! Done that!"<br /><br />Yeah, it is kinda stupid to want to do what I did but really to me, it is something. Bonus: We get to hear Keen King confess that he love us monkeys. I'm really touch. I love you too, Keen King.<br /><br />So summary of last night's events: Drinking, Making a fool out of ourselves, Laughter, Vomiting, Laughter at looking back of what we did during that night. Okay, maybe the laughing came from only me in the morning. I guess most people are not morning people. I am always happy I guess.<br /><br />Please forgive me if I offended any of you dear readers for my outrages actions but please note that I would probably do it again. Just for the fun of it.</div></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Cheers!</span>Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-88564807135318711252008-12-18T15:44:00.005+08:002008-12-18T16:46:43.087+08:00Undang my udang....Waking up from sleep wasn't exactly as expected. It's more like waking up from screen saver mode, like a waking dream, like aware of everything yet to tired to do anything. Reason: stayed up whole night watching downloaded movies although clearly the undang test is tomorrow. 21 and Get Smart are great shows. Narnia was not too bad if you lower your expectations.<br /><br />Well, back to me story, got up with incoherent thoughts, had breakfast and arrive at the Undang testing place at 9 and it was pack with people. I mean it starts from 8.30 am- 4.00 am. And you think Malaysians would always be late. Sad.<br /><br />Well at least that meant there would be ample time for me to study! Yipee! Only the "study time" lasted <strong><u>6 hours! </u></strong>Ish.... I meant it is kinda pathetic. Study for 6 hours and sat in front of the computer for 15 minutes.... Wheres the logic in that? T_T<br /><br />Anyhoo, it's not too bad. I passed although the technique I used is really stupid. I was mentally noting the unsure questions, assuming they were wrong and what do you know? I got till question no.46 and with only 4 unsure questions. Which meant I tembak the remaining four questions. Passing mark is 42/50. I got 44! Not bad! I got 2 tembak questions correct!<br /><br />Thank God I passed!<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>All the best for Boon Yang and Keen King for <u>their </u>Undang Tests!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>(</strong>Keen King, please try to pass this time so you won't waste so much money on keep resitting your tests.)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>良い一日不戦している!!</strong></span> (Japanese)</div>Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-39635161934908240552008-12-17T00:52:00.002+08:002008-12-17T01:38:59.040+08:00Christmas letter 2008 [Unedited version]Greetings fellow beloved in the name of God Most High.<br /><br />We are all keeping well and healthy. And if you are reading this Christmas letter, you, dear reader, must be keeping well too.<br /><br />It is once again the season of joy and feasting where we all celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. But of course, acknowledging this season also means acknowledging the end of another year and a beginning for a new one.<br /><br />This year had been yet another interesting year for us. Jonathan had faced his SPM without any difficulties, as he convinced himself. Ezra is still able to smile. Beng and family had flown off to Canada. Seth has started university life. And Beijing Olympics was over as soon as it begun. Time sure flies, doesn’t it?<br /><br />In April, Michael broke his ankle and was hospitalized. And thank God for that. The reason that statement was made is because Michael had been continuing his routine of driving here and there doing his errands with one eye blind. So in short, him breaking his ankle is like a blessed enforced rest and time to think. He learnt his lesson the hard way, but in the end, he learnt it well. Now he is less active but still keeps fit.<br /><br />We just want to thank especially the church members for their selfless help rendered to the family when Michael was hospitalized. The countless visits, prayers, get-well gifts and also food were all very much appreciated.<br /><br />In August, Cheow Ean, Cheow Beng and Cheow Lay all came back to spent time with the family and also sort of a farewell for Cheow Beng and family who will be heading off to Canada. Unfortunately, Cheow Lay and David couldn’t make it to the farewell feasts because they were touring China and watching the solar eclipse from there. Miraculously, Cheow Lay and David met up with Cheow Beng and family just as they arrived from China and Cheow Beng and family were leaving for Singapore and then to Canada.<br /><br />That’s all about us this year. There is still more but we are running out of space.<br />Well, hope you all have a great time this Christmas and don’t get sick from eating all that Christmas pudding.<br /><br />Love & Christmas greetings to one & all<br />Michael, See Ai. Ezra & Jonathan WeeJon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1695828012913534530.post-87397591243850227752008-12-10T15:04:00.002+08:002008-12-10T15:42:10.900+08:00I don't want to survive! I want to live!Wall-E is an awesome movie. Period. Almost comparable with The Dark Knight. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hehe</span>, now I'm downloading Wanted, Hancock, Eagle Eye. Yeah, I didn't really get to watch all the recent movies <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cuz</span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">SPM</span> and all. Tell me some good one's that I miss out, ya? I want to download them too. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hehe</span> Oops, download is the wrong word. After I get arrested. How bout if I rephrase it to "shared"?<br /><br />So prom came and went and the poor me stayed at home that night. Well, the word poor is in literal sense. So guess you can't blame me. Haha. So those who went, tell me about it sometime ya?<br /><br />Just some random thought: I think the older we get, the less open we become.<br />Less open as in less friendly, more racist, more stubborn, etc.<br />Hehe Figure that sentence out yourself.<br /><br />Wished more people had come to volleyball last night. Heh! Matthew Huang miraculously invited a total stranger and he came while Matt didn't. Weird huh?<br /><br />Oh Well.<br /><br />Enjoy the holidays!Jon Weehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16565011525173266375noreply@blogger.com0