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I’ve been chewing on this. Do give it some thought.

Who is the person you would share your sorrows with?

The friend you are closest to? The one whom you meet up the most frequently? The one who listens to you the most?

For me, I would pick the friend I’m most comfortable with…

Then the second question:

Who is the person you would share your joy with, first?

Generally, we would love to share our joy with everyone; the people whom we see, whoever that cross our path while we receive the joyous news. Hence I added the word “first”. When you know you aced your national exams, received an award or won a medal, who is the first person you would dial on your mobile phone to share the news with? That person would be different from the rest.

I think I would share it to the person that will rejoice with me the most…

I pray this makes you more aware of those who are important to you.

Dear Reader,

I’m stumped and I need all the help I can get on this.

Recently, I got onto the listening end of a very amazing and befuddling statement.

“Silence is my style of communication.”

And I couldn’t help but to take this thought and attempt to chew it into digestible bite sizes. Is such thing ever possible? Isn’t communication meant to be anti-silence? I know of cases where less is actually more, but in this case; can nothing ever be something? I’m not talking about moments of silence. I’m talking about using silence as an effective medium of communication in the long run.

Please post your thoughts and help me out on this.

The distance people would go for the ones they love…

Candles: $2.00, Male Escorts: $15, Expression on Shirley’s face: Priceless

If there’s one thing that really blows my fuse instantly, it would be getting hung up by someone just like that. It is just PURE rudeness and disrespect. There was no “byes” or whatsoever, just the click of the phone.

I just had done to me.

It was an accident of course; clarified and dismissed casually. However, this incident really made my head  started to whirl with many thoughts.

How many times did we just hung up on God just like that?

All that overnight prayers that never had an “Amen”; all the silent prayers that were interrupted by friends that were eager to talk to us.

I’m sorry God.

I never thought that this day would come. I trying so hard to find something to do, I ended up watching Justice League cartoons with Jared (Stephanie’s 10 year old brother).

Is this the sign of the end times?

I guess I’m still learning to adjust to the kiwi lifestyle. Steph found me stoning at the couch today. She said I was picking up the popular kiwi pastime - bumming around. I tell you, doing it is an art form by itself. People who know me would know that slowing down my pace of life is just NOT me. It’s not that kiwis are lazy or something. It’s just that when all shop closes by 5pm, you don’t have much of an alternative. I guess is this why the fellowship here is so strong and closely knitted. If something happens to you, you have full security that everyone would just gather around and give you support; I think that’s an attractive community.

Superman: Flash, Hawkgirl can you buy us sometime in court?
Flash: You are asking the world’s fastest guy to slow things down?

I spent most of my free time chatting with the people here. Well, to some of them, it appears to them that I always have something to teach them? I even have Kathy (who is my senior by 2 years) calling me “teacher”. -_-! Yet, the truth is I have learnt so much from them that I can probably skip the Oceania Convention, go home now, and still call this an extremely fruitful trip. I have found myself sitting at home, listening to Auntie Angela reminiscing the interesting stories of our church history. I have shared and caught the convictions and passion of Steph, learnt about the reality of courtship from Kathy and even picked up a thing or two from Rachel regarding the phrasing of speech.

I really enjoy these conversations.

Anyway, here are some pictures that I though might be interesting… (Click to enlarge)

In respective order
A: Red hot spicy twisties. Red… Literally
B: Bus Ticket. One ride here is $3.20!
C: The round thing is a Ghanaian Donut. Serious!
D: Steph’s interesting textbook
E: Kevin - The cranky CCM President
F: Steph at work. The minimum pay is $10 here!
G: Jared (Not at work)
H: Rachel sharing my Honey Stars. Doesn’t she look like Vanness Wu?
I: View from the 5th level of the library
J: Competing-club-booths-that-were-next-to-us. (Part 1) / The Islamic Society
K: Competing-club-booths-that-were-next-to-us. (Part 2) /The Gay Club
L: Kathy and her pancake attempts
M: Kathy’s 4th pancake take vs Auntie Angela’s perfect pancakes. (Her first take was scrambled pancakes.)

What many men seek is often under their nose. But for some the unknown is too hard to resist.
-Eragon, Uncle Garrow

Sometimes, it always seems that…
the past is regrettable,
the present unappreciated,
and the future enticing.

I need to learn to have earthly satisfaction and holy discontentment.

It’s not the activity, it’s the company.

I would wait for hours to run with a dear friend,
but I wouldn’t pause to walk with a colleague.