Sunday, February 25, 2007
once was blind but now i see
is it me or has there been a series of shocking events for me these few days.
i went for an eye sight check at the optician. and apparently, my vision went from about 175 degress to .. ZERO!
t
Friday, February 23, 2007
i felt Jesus this morning. pretty amazing :)
t
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
i met a girl today.
her name was... duane.
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t
Thursday, February 15, 2007
everyone's like booking out for vday and i didnt really have any plans.. so i did the best thing of the day. went home, took a shower and brought my guitar to camp. now its just me and good 'ol Faith. people have no idea how good it feels to finally have a guitar with me in my room now.
and since its vday, i just came up with what i percieve as the most romantic and heart wrenching love professing quotes i can ever think of..
"you... you.. yes you, are the char siew of my char siew bao.
you... you.. yes you, are the dark sauce that runneth over my chicken rice.
you... you.. yes you, are the coconut milk that laces my laksa.
and i.. am of nothing.. but the plain white rice that goes with everything that you are."
i know.. thank you. thank you.
t
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
A Valentine Story
John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose.
His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell.
With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II. During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like. When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel."
So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened:
A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured.
Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"
The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"
It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive. "Tell me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will tell you who you are."
Happy Valentine's Day
t
Saturday, February 10, 2007
i'm stressed out. pft
t
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
haha! sure did crack me up with this
Use these findings for a more successful relationship, now or in the future.
*Specifications may differ from model to model.
**Your performance may vary.
Always make friends with her mother.
Everyone loves compliments - as long as you are sincere and believable.
Flowers and Chocolates are great gifts but never Diet Books.
Swimming dates can be very pressurizing on EVERYONE.
Braces can hurt. Proceed with extreme caution.
Learn to dance - but not so well that you set off "gay-dar".
Understand your place in the world. You may be on her priority list, but sometimes only after homework, her dog AND the Tangs Sale.
You are never in charge. She might pretend that you are - but don't be fooled.
Never take a girl out to watch a movie you actually want to see. Either you won't really see it, or if you do, you'll probably ignore her for 90 minutes. Either way you lose.
Make her laugh - but use humour. Tying her up and tickling is a no-no.
Have a shower before you go out. You don't want her to pass out if she snuggles up to you.
Her friends are always going to be on her side if you fight.
She wants you to order for yourself what she wants to eat.
She wants you to read her mind - but she doesn't want you to gloat when you get it right.
Girls don't snore. And even if they do, you are not supposed to have any idea.
When she talks about a bigger house, it doesn't mean she wants one.
Sometimes, all she wants is you to notice the new hair.
Never try to solve her problems. All she wants is for you to listen.
She always hopes you'll change... but most times, she'll make do until you do.
The answer to "Did you miss me?" is always, "Yes!"
No matter how pally you are with your other friends who are girls, never use nicknames like "Sexy" , "Sugar" or "Sweetheart".
The term "mood-swing" is strictly reserved for the use of the female half of the couple.
Women really are from Venus.
Never try to buy a purse. Neither for her nor yourself for that matter.
And just when you think you've cracked the combination... it changes.
t
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
back! and this time with just a month more to go before i'll get to stand proud at the parade square. really appreciate all the prayers.
and as from this week.. i'll be a core leader in the youth church. well.. at first i didnt think that i was ready. but somehow darren managed to clear some doubts. besides its all in God's wonderful timing.. so it's just dumb of me to worry too much. i just pray that my job scope and time wouldnt clash between church and army. (a pretty far cry from each other i must say)
chinese new year.. cant wait. cant wait. cant wait.
i've learnt a new word : photowhoring
and thats exactly what i've been doing with my spanking new camera
http://www.lifes-attempt-in-pixels.blogspot.com
t