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The distance people would go for the ones they love…

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

The law of relationship says that every person is merely four people away
from any other human on earth.

Hm….

Kwai Lun-Mei (The Secret) vs Hannah Tan (Hope Melbourne)

Vaness Wu (F4) vs Rachel Soh (Hope Auckland)

Evelyn Soon,right (My relative) vs Rebecca Lay,right (Hope Brisbane)

Claudia, extreme right (PJ’s Wife) vs Nicky (Hope Auckland)

Yeah. I know it’s a bit freaky.

Anyway… I’m officially arrived back at Singapore this morning at 130am. Slept till 11am this morning but I’m still quite tired. Have had another one of those 26hours day again on the plane. I had hoped to hit the ground running, but I guess I’m still not used to flying so much still.

I wonder if this (expensive) habit can be developed…

Will update about the lessons I’ve learnt soon!

Today, I learnt a major life lesson while walking along the beaches of Gold Coast, Australia.

Justin and I took a 45min drive down from Brisbane to visit the Ozzy beaches. Upon arrival, I look a few minutes to let the reality of it all sink in. Ever since my kayaking days, I love the ocean and its waves. But up till today, I have never seen such raging yet majestic waves crashing onto the beautiful shores in real life. I found my self in awe of its power as though I was under some sort of hypnotic trance. I approached it fearfully, and at the feet of its waves, I found my next source of delight: skipping stones.

For the next 2 hours or so, I found myself combing across the beach to find these round and flat stones for me to toss. I kept my focus on the ground; quick to spot the ideal shapes and careful to avoid the menacing jelly fishes.

Time always flies when you enjoy yourself. Before I knew it, it was time to go, I skipped my last few stones, and begin to head back to the car. Only then, I realized. In my eagerness to skip those stone, I completely missed the whole point.

I was too caught up in the minor things, I overlooked the sole thing that counts; the ocean.

Even when it’s one of those few things that is capable of tugging my heart strings.

I stared at the waves once again, trying to lengthen whatever time I had remaining, then finally… I left.

Don’t we do this to God and with our lives ever so often?

How do you convert a person who has been Kiwi-nised in the last 3 weeks into an Ozzy in 7 days?

First, you bring him to a seaside with a scenery that rivals that of Mission Bay to eat feeeesh & cheeeeps*

Then, you bring him to Mt Coot-tha hoping that its panorama view of the city would beat the spectacular view from Mt Eden.

After that, take him out to dinner at a pizza place with free flow of pork ribs, making sure you let him see the killer sunset scene.

Last but not least, you bring him back to your place and make ice cream without a freezer…

Note: It is not a fool proof method. The subject might still choose to hang on to his or her personal preferences.

Credits*:
All photos were taken with my Nokia 6121 camera phone.
All Ozzy slang were contributed by Steph “Kiwi” Soh.
All locations were provided by Hope Brisbane, namely - Wesley, Nic & Justin

Here are just some of the parting shots and videos I took…

A: Mt Helen crater shot
B: All that white dots are cricket players. Amazingly, I picked up the sport too!
C: Cheesy pizza. The pizza here rocks!
D: Yes Alvern. I did wear the scarf. A lot of girls liked it… Haha!
E: Check out the matching strips!
F: My proudest shot.
G: Included the tree for artistic purposes.
H: The bunch of people I throughly enjoyed hanging out and bumming around.

Trying to put the flower on Philip’s head.

The commentary of the beautiful Mt Eden done with a Singaporean accent.

Last day at the Soh’s

I realized why I really hate packing the luggage. It’s the feeling of having to leave your comfort zone that I really struggle with. Even when I came over from Singapore, I really dreaded the packing of bags. It’s like the sharpening of your own guillotine blade, taking you step by step through the things you have to leave behind again. This is especially hard when you gotten used to the environment and found yourself attached to it. That is exactly what the packing of luggages do to you; it makes you break each of these strings consciously and painfully. No wonder they say humans are creatures of habit. Oh well, if Paul could do it, so can I. I wonder how Jesus felt when He was packing his luggages for Earth.

For the Kingdom!

Some of the random funnies that happens…

Taiwan Joke

Check out the American football forfeit!

Guessing game (part 1) Who is the mystery singer?

Guessing game (part 2) What is the movie?

Question: What would you attempt for God if you knew you could not fail?

Credits: Ripped from Chris Bee’s. A highly entertaining read.