Mickey Mouse

Here I am to blog again. The stars are twinkling. Wind is having concert.
Two examinations down. Another two to go. I am still strong =)




Any idea where is the "longest" 80cm in the world??
It is located at northern latitude 38', the non-military border of North and South Korea.

On October 2, the President of South Korea walked pass the yellow border line, welcomed by the President of North Korea, dramatically.
Such a short distance, only 80cm, but it takes half a century to finally reach such breakthrough, so it is the "longest" 80cm.




Three years ago there were 8 000 people/ today there are 80 000 people/ from arena to stadium/ 200 metres walking distance/ it took us 1 5 4 0 days..

When those words appeared on the basketball court-sized LED screen, all people could hear was silence.. followed by weeping..

Love rocks.. Peace rocks.. Dream rocks..




To my surprise, people who came/and come to me asking for the above picture seem to be endless.. hmm.. weird huh.. nah.. take it =)

我始终带着你爱的微笑 一路上寻找我遗失的美好 不小心当泪滑过嘴角 就用你握过的手抹掉
再多的风景也从不停靠 只一心寻找我遗失的美好 有的人说不清哪里好 但就是谁都替代不了

Come together with words.. take them all if you guys do want it that much.. tell me one story in return to repay my kindness.. all of you!!





Whenever I am =( I will =) watching it





Can't really sleep well again.. This is my bed time song..

Looking forward to
enjoying my studies (which I really do)
rock with Parachute band in Arise this Sunday morning
be impacted by Greg Laurie in front of TSB Bank this Sunday evening
friends' farewell dinners

seeing papa mama xian & jie



Lord, grant my bros with wisdom.. Lay your grace be with them =)

.... (and sweet dreams from tonights onwards)

Two sweet sweet blisters

Last Friday was the end of my second trimester. Study week is waving its hands in front of me.

If anyone ask me what season is it in Welly. The answer will be it's examination season lol

On Saturday, I went to a church Chinese Bazaar, and I had heaps of Asian food ^_^
To my surprise, there were so many grandpas and grandmas contributing to the event, their sweet smiles and warm greetings were still in my mind.

Yesterday, which was Sunday, I was basically out for twelve hours, non-stop, seriously.
Went to church and saw pastors debating on the rugby world cup. Haha.
Then had lunch with friends and entertained by jokes and posings and what not.

Next, I rushed back to my hall, which was on top of hill, to get changed + got into cable car + came down to town + reached bus stop, in not more than 25 minutes.
Still remember vividly those looks the tourists threw on me and my baju kurung, luckily they din't take photos of me, or they did, just I din't wanna know.

Then, I was greeting everyone SELAMAT HARI RAYA while we were waiting for bus, and when we were in the bus on our way to High Commission of Malaysia. So nice to meet so many of my Malay friends, especially the guys, they all looked like Tom Hanks in Cast Away, their hair were so long. I suddenly missed KDU so much.

All the way from Lambton Quay to Willies Street to Victoria Street to Brooklyn, kiwis were amazed by the scenes that the whole bus was colonized by people wearing in baju Melayu and songkok and baju Kebaya and baju Kurung. Haha.

Spent an hour or two greeting Encik Abdullah Hassan and Aunty Rose and many other pegawai. Chatting and taking photograph with friends and seniors. Feeding tummy with Malaysian food ^_^ And enjoying the horror movie "Jangan Pandang Belakang". Horror movie in High Comm during Hari Raya, what kinda combination was that?? =P

Once I got back to Welly city, I walked and ran at the same time, in baju kurung and high heels, to rush to church again for the sermont of a guest pastor from USA. On my way I was approached by a Singaporean businessman and I became his tour guide for about ten minutes showing him around Courtenay Place.

My feet hurt so much as I got two blisters on my tapak kaki, one each =( But the feeling of pain disappeared when I was helping people and also when I was worshipping my awesome God =)

Went for dinner with another group of friends and church leaders before I was escorted back to Weir by my kind driver and his girlfriend. After having a brief chat with my flatmate, I finally got to take shower and rest.

Yesterday when I went to bed, I had such a broad smile on my face. Today when I woke up, the two blisters were still there. And they hurt still. But my heart feels so sweet.

Thank you Jesus Christ!!
For Your blood poured out at the cross.
For Your tests and trials that help me to grow.
For Your promises and blessings that give me strength.
For Your grace laying down on my family and friends and those whom I care.

Maybe next minutes I might be tempted by the Satan again, but I shall stand firm and look onto You alone =)

I saw..

I saw him crying..
the passion. the songs. the thumb.

I saw him and her crying..
hugging praying sending their loved one to Father's hand.

I saw them crying..
the sweat. the tears. the rain.





It's like the wind. One can't see it. But feel it.

Faith. Hope. Love. Passion. Courage.

3 Fs

My friend left me a message..

".. I am very frustrated coz Mourinho left Chelsea.. D club website said it was based on mutual consent but I don't think so.."

Here is my reply to him (after a few weeks late)

".. At least u get to watch EPL ok.. Here got nothing but RUGBY.."

Another friend msn me..

".. I am very nervous coz gonna have an interview soon.. It's my first interview in my whole life.."

So I reply him (after a few minutes late)

"No matter how nervous you could be.. An interview is still much more better than meeting parents.."

All the above took place yesterday. And I tackled them perfectly well. Always thought that I was fearless. As in not easily defeated by the reality of life.

(Hmm. Not including feeling low, wanna cry, etc. lol)

Till just now..

It was pouring heavily + thunderstorm + lightning. Kiwis got so excited as lightning was rare in NZ.

In my room, I was enjoying the storm out there, it really sounded like waves, I felt peace inside.

Reading the latest news, New Zealanders were mourning for All Blacks. They lost to France in Rugby World Cup quarter final. Youtube-ing their haka as well.

All of a sudden, my five senses were triggered.

1) I saw the players' fierce faces
2) I heard the thunder
3) I smelled the tense of the air
4) I felt the footsteps
5) The fire alarm was set up!!

Someone was knocking at my door. I was evacuated with everyone else. It was still raining. I was cold and shivering. It was not my first time going thru all these.

BUT..

1) first time I found myself trembling
2) first time feeling so helpless
3) first time feel like crying
4) first time my heart was beating crazily
5) I was in fear..

My mind was swallowed up by the terrible feelings. My body was consumed slowly by all kinds of emotions. First time I din't enjoy the storm and the rain.

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Xian, sorry, but I am fine now =) Suddenly I miss home so much..
And I miss the shoulders so much.. And the warmth..

This coming week will be my last week of trimester. Then study weeks and exams.

Ya, time flies, but don't remind me of that please =) I totally have no idea what had I done for my whole trimester, no kidding..

Family and friends and food are waiting for me. Jia you jia you jia you.

Hey, my great condolences..


The first woman in my life (my mum) taught me how to love.
The second woman in my life (my another half) together with her we learn how to love.
The third woman in my life (my daughter) we will teach her how to love.

Thank you Tiger.

也许放弃了一些 活得更轻松 我却不再是我

Thank you Ashin.

And now these three remain:faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love - 1 Corinthians 13:13

Thank you Father =)

Cinderella

The wind and the rain are dancing waltz out there, intimately yet violently.
Spinning.. spinning.. spinning..

The muscle pain are crawling all over my body, silently yet significantly.
Oxigeno.. Fight do.. Pump..

I let myself having fun in my little world, like a kid.

To have undisturbed sleep and sweet dream.
To feed my tummy with my favourite food and fruits.

To read whatever I like and devour them.
To watch sports replays I missed and release my electrons.

I dare you to move, I dare you to move, the song is bombarding my hearing.

Seconds after seconds, time has passed incredibly unbelievably fast.
Suddenly I think of Cinderella. Back to reality after 12 o'clock midnight.

Dancing in the moonlight, let the rhythm to rule over.
Holding the warm hands, let the broken angel to regrow her wings.

I know You are looking at me, looking at this girl of You, struggling and falling down, feeling low and helpless..
And You must know that she does not wanna give up, she does not wanna cry, because she has You guarding and guiding her in this life..

".. Not because of who I am.. but because of what You've done.. not because of what I've done.. but because of who You are.."

The song might end. The earth might fade. But Your glory will last. And Your name will be eternal.

I thank you, I love you, Jesus Christ, for everything you've done, for who I am =)