<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235</id><updated>2011-07-10T12:59:46.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caramel coffee jelly with a cherry on top. no whipped cream.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>244</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-320724725819957099</id><published>2008-08-25T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:44:57.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like a little fish inside a big big pond... so huge, dark and lonely, so vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's one thing to grow into it, but it's another when you can't fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't need your sympathy, i just need you to stand by and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lest i should fall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-320724725819957099?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/320724725819957099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=320724725819957099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/320724725819957099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/320724725819957099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-like-little-fish-inside-big-big.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-8086666545635937046</id><published>2008-06-09T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:41:03.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revisitations</title><content type='html'>I have not been enjoying the past few weeks at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just with life; my coming and going, etc. It's just hard to find the joy, running around, studying for exams, worrying about things, people, even ministry. Where has the &lt;em&gt;faith&lt;/em&gt; gone? I just felt dry; in need of a fresh touch from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season in my life is a season of &lt;strong&gt;revisitations&lt;/strong&gt;. Just as new wisdom is gained, so do old habits return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon in church during worship, I had the revisitation of a vision that I had last year, that I was like a tree planted by the waters (Psalm 1). This is all good, and God's faithfulness once again never failed me, except that &lt;em&gt;this time&lt;/em&gt;, with the nutrient-rich soil by the stream of living water, now there cultivates in the good soil, weeds, which steal and deprive the tree from all these nutrients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, weeds can't be good. But clearly it seems my life is getting a little distracted, my eyes shifting away from what really matters, even shifting away from God, seeking results without first thinking about the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old lessons all forgotten, so typically human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD I pray that You will continue to be my pillar of cloud by day and pillar of fire by night, that I won't take even a single step ahead of You, nor lag a single step behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a lesson I learnt last year, "Even when we are not ready, He is".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, do Your &lt;em&gt;thang&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-8086666545635937046?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8086666545635937046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=8086666545635937046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/8086666545635937046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/8086666545635937046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2008/06/revisitations.html' title='Revisitations'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-8300481188230644680</id><published>2008-06-01T21:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:57:27.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Heart of Life - John Mayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see you cry&lt;br /&gt;Lying there in that position&lt;br /&gt;There's things you need to hear&lt;br /&gt;so turn off your tears and listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain throws your heart to the ground&lt;br /&gt;love turns the whole thing around&lt;br /&gt;no it wont all go the way&lt;br /&gt;it should&lt;br /&gt;but I know the heart of life is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's nothin' new&lt;br /&gt;bad news never had good timing&lt;br /&gt;then the circle of your friends&lt;br /&gt;will defend the silver lining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain throws your heart to the ground&lt;br /&gt;love turns the whole thing around&lt;br /&gt;no it wont all go the way&lt;br /&gt;it should&lt;br /&gt;but I know the heart of life is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's good, I know it's good&lt;br /&gt;oh i know it's good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-8300481188230644680?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8300481188230644680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=8300481188230644680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/8300481188230644680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/8300481188230644680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2008/06/heart-of-life-john-mayer-i-hate-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-5128460049841875081</id><published>2008-05-24T04:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T04:21:49.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Coffee</title><content type='html'>So funny... Aaron Tan and I were at Carousel with some girls who were looking for girly gifts, and they went into a bra shop. Aaron followed after them and I was like. WHAT?!! Don't know why, but I went in after much deliberation, and you have no idea how embarrassed I was!! Bras to my left, bras to my right, bras to my front, bras to my back. But yeah, finally got Aaron out of bra-land and we headed for Gloria Jeans coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a (most satisfying) white choc mocha, and when they asked for a name to go with the order, I decided that I would not use my real name, but just for the fun of it, I said my name was "Hiro" (: and the very friendly barista smiled and wrote as she repeated, "Hee-ro". I smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the hero's won his coffee! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-5128460049841875081?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5128460049841875081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=5128460049841875081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/5128460049841875081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/5128460049841875081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2008/05/super-coffee.html' title='Super Coffee'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-6434176938453691244</id><published>2008-05-21T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:21:52.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Favour</title><content type='html'>I move in His favour.&lt;br /&gt;I live in His favour.&lt;br /&gt;I walk in His favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish everyday could be like today - highly successful.&lt;br /&gt;I dun recall the last time I could describe a day as highly successful, but today was just different. I guess it's partly due to the fact that everything turned out well, from my Digital Media exam to my Screen&amp;amp;Sound studio recording. But it makes me wonder, if my day did not turn out like today, if every traffic light turned red on me, and every rain cloud flew over me, will I still be able to say that &lt;em&gt;'this is the day that the LORD has made; I will rejoice and be glad in it'&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I have much to learn still, but i'm glad my God is a loving God, who is mindful of me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow poses another challenge, LORD, but how will I react...? Here we go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-6434176938453691244?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6434176938453691244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=6434176938453691244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/6434176938453691244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/6434176938453691244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2008/05/his-favour.html' title='His Favour'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-7248339673851809416</id><published>2008-05-13T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:47:41.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the power of prayer</title><content type='html'>God has never failed to amaze me. Just perfect, He's such an awesome God. And for one thing, it really shows that when God wants something to happen, no matter what the circumstance, He &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; make it happen. One such example was last Friday just before &lt;em&gt;One&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned the day out nicely, albeit to my liking. I'd planned to get out of the house on time, get to uni, do our video editing exercise and be done by about 2 or 3pm and head straight to the lighthouse to help out with the set design. So yup, I thought that nothing could stand in the way of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it happened the very second I stepped out of my front door. My entire driveway was filled with branches, leaves... the entire tree! I literally shut the door, stopped to think again, and then went outside again to look. And yes, indeed it turned out that my very inconsiderate neighbour has decided she wanted to cut down her tree, which is in her backyard which is by our driveway (her house was in a corner lot and ours is the first house in the adjacent street) and hence the tree-cutters had to access her backyard via our front, and my car was just.. stuck! There wasn't even enough room for me to get out, I had to get the guys to move away some of the branches just so I could get through. Oh no, I thought, and shuddered at the fact that I had to take public transport in Perth (being so reliant on my own wheels). I had to reconfigure my plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, waited under the scorching Australian sun for the bus to arrive to take me directly to Murdoch University. Shan't complain too much as I doubt anyone will be interested in hearing it anyway, and besides, I waited only 15 mins, which is good for Perth standard. So anyway, got down to uni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the group, yes I was late, but they haven't started anyway, and we just did our thing. By the time we were done, I realised that it was already 3pm!! Argh *panic* I don't have time to help with set design anymore if i'm even on time for band prac at 4. And the bus! Ohmy I needed to take the bus home first, how long is that gonna take, I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't wanna be late. Everytime I arrive late for something my mood is always rather black cos I know i've left a bad impression somewhere. So yeah, I was anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as I was walking towards the bus stop, guess who I saw. I saw fellow Agapean, Matt Ho! And I was thinking, Lord is this true? Did You really place Matt there so that I won't be late getting to the Lighthouse?? And lo and behold, Matt was indeed on his way home in Canningvale, and my place in Willetton was pretty much on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about WoW. My God is like. WoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you know the rest lor, got there on time, and God really stole the rest of the show. It was His to start with anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still... wow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-7248339673851809416?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7248339673851809416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=7248339673851809416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/7248339673851809416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/7248339673851809416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2008/05/power-of-prayer.html' title='the power of prayer'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-3835473824401691614</id><published>2008-05-12T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:49:25.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 weeks</title><content type='html'>Went swimming after uni today! Phwoarr my arms ache... which goes to show how long since I last exercised. Wish I could blame it on my busy schedule. Ok I will. Yah, it's cos i've been so busy at uni and all, I guess such things will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAYS ARE ROUND THE CORNER!! Woohoo! After my last paper on 13 June i'll go look for a good gym to join and get me a personal trainer. Time to bulk up, Jon. I'm just really so looking forward to the coming hols. Dun think i'll go back to Singapore, but am still considering making a trip down to Melbourne...? See how lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realised that because Murdoch's 2nd semester starts only on 4th August, that means that from the time I finish my exam till the next semester, I will be having an &lt;strong&gt;8 week&lt;/strong&gt; break! Goodness I never realised it was gonna be that long until I actually sat down to count the number of weeks I had. Man, one can really do a lot in 8 weeks. Maybe I can come back to uni all bulked up? Adopt a new look maybe? Hmmm... how exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-3835473824401691614?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3835473824401691614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=3835473824401691614&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/3835473824401691614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/3835473824401691614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2008/05/went-swimming-after-uni-today-phwoarr.html' title='8 weeks'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-8424397738860460664</id><published>2008-05-03T04:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T04:32:08.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dawn is breaking</title><content type='html'>heh heh heh... second post of the day. I'm at Murdoch 24hr library blogging at this unearthly hour! Why...? Been studying of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downed a can of redbull after cell and got here around midnight, and I must say it has been extremely conducive. I'm the only one left now, no one else to disturb me. Just me and my mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell just now was great btw! I didn't have a very major role to take care of today. Aaron facilitated worship, Tina did icebreakers, Chris conducted Word and Jon C and Aron took care of refreshments. I just read out some announcements? Haha maybe a little more than that lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, but today's meet was really a chance for me to lay back in rest, watch things go round, and observe the respective ICs taking charge of their own responsibilities. It was almost like sitting back and watch your planted seed grow into a plant, and I really thank God for letting me be a part of all this. It's interesting and exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a Word I received through A.O., that it's like a tube of UHU glue stick, where you think that it's finished, but then God starts to twist the knob at the bottom and then reveals that there really is so much more that has not been unfolded yet! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good to be part of this dynamic ministry, where i've been doubly blessed. Praise be to God :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-8424397738860460664?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8424397738860460664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=8424397738860460664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/8424397738860460664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/8424397738860460664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2008/05/dawn-is-breaking.html' title='the dawn is breaking'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-8271209030737107929</id><published>2008-05-03T01:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T02:22:18.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how many men does it take to change a light bulb?</title><content type='html'>Today was Friday and thus I did not have to go to uni! yay. But I ended up just wasting time at home. argh stupid mazda. Is it so hard just to change one damn lightbulb??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K lah to be fair, I love my car. Not love love like loving a material thing, but hey it's my very first set of wheels, so WHY CAN'T YOU JUST STOP FALLING APART?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, the car's 14 years old this year and has done almost 200,000 kms, which is quite a bit so as you can probably imagine it has its fair share of problems. I recently sent it for servicing. The basic servicing costs the standard hundred over dollars and I told the mechanic to list out what needs to be repaired on the vehicle. Turns out at the end of the servicing, he listed down about half a page of repairs that need to be done, which includes minor repairs such as replacing wiper blades (which I changed myself and beaming with pride like a waxed apple) to air filter, power steering fluid flush, rear boot joints, CV joints as well as all four brake rotor and pads. Can it be done? Sure, all for about $3000 yeah sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean please! The old bomb only costs $3800 and i've already spent more than 2 grand on previous repairs. No way am I gonna go ahead with those repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the problem with Australia though. The parts may not cost that much to purchase, but what kills you is the cost that they charge for labour, just for the guy to repair it for you. Sure, the guy's skilled and all, but it's just costly compared to where I come from. Ah well, the pros and cons of living in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next point: How many men does it take to change a lightbulb? Well, none apparently, because the lightbulb isn't even changed yet!! Here's what happened. Thursday night I thought i'd study with Angel so after we ate at Subway I went to Supercheap Auto and bought some bulbs and new wiper blades (I saved $$ doing this myself already). I spent a good couple of hours just trying to figure out how to remove the bulb alone, and even when Angel's two housemates came to help, they too couldn't figure out how it was done. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to Friday and in better lighting conditions now, I managed to change my blown parking light (yay) but I still haven't figured how to open the front headlight cover to change the bulb. Yes, the car is still driving one-eye blind. Even the car manual doesn't say how to do it!! Argh frustrating. I'm going to drive down to the mechanic this monday to see if they can help me out. Bah. They better not charge me lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the car's running a lot better now after the servicing, praise God for that. Before the service it used to make this really loud scream (especially in cold weather) cos of some belt inside and dunno what other thing, but it's all sorted out now. And despite her age, &lt;em&gt;Her Royal Hotness&lt;/em&gt; (as christened by Amy Lee) runs like a beauty, and just like the stereotypical image of a man, I love my car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-8271209030737107929?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8271209030737107929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=8271209030737107929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/8271209030737107929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/8271209030737107929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-many-men-does-it-take-to-change.html' title='how many men does it take to change a light bulb?'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-5923590630412170669</id><published>2008-05-01T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:23:09.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First of May</title><content type='html'>Day after day, month after month, birthday cake after birthday cake, candles increasing in number with each one, and before you know it yet another year goes by and you think, "I can't recall when was the last time I cooked", and u start to quiver at the thought that u've been eating out almost every night. Such is the life of an overseas student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes talking about days and times, one particular day of the year stands out and one cannot help but stop and think that there's something peculiar about it. It's not cause the Bee Gees wrote a song about it, not cause cricket was played in America for the first time on this day, the Philippine peso was circulated, Pluto given its name, not cos it is National Love Day in the Czech Republic nor even because it's May Day or Labour Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day, simply and sensitively christened '1st of May' is a day always to be remembered because on this day 11 years ago, an event took place, one of both great joy and sadness at the same time. On this day, my 公公 (more affectionately referred as &lt;em&gt;kong kong&lt;/em&gt;) went to be with the Lord, while he rested on his bed in Penang, in the presence of his children and grandchildren, of which I was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eleven then, young, immature, unaware. I recall not crying right at the time of his passing. Perhaps at that time, what made me cry more was the sight of my mother crying, more than &lt;em&gt;kong kong's&lt;/em&gt; passing. And then it sank in. I will never see kong kong ever again, never hear kong kong ever again, walk with him, talk with him. So I cried. I never was that close to him. But I cried anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But memories of kong kong still linger up to today. Memories like Penang hokkien mee and apom for breakfast with him in Penang, eating rice with dark sauce and pineapple, playing at the beach in Gurney Drive, his old Proton Saga and Honda Accord which made us all giddy, random paddle pop surprises, evening &lt;em&gt;gaigai&lt;/em&gt; to buy newspaper down the road. Even eleven years later, whenever we visit, we still call that place kong kong's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some things never change. And only one thing remains. That kong kong is in heaven with Jesus right now. Do I feel sad? Maybe just a little. But do I feel happy? Oh for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for salvation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-5923590630412170669?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5923590630412170669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=5923590630412170669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/5923590630412170669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/5923590630412170669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-of-may.html' title='First of May'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-7948498309714488020</id><published>2008-04-28T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:57:22.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>okay... feels kinda weird blogging now since I haven't blogged for about half a year already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonite's just been uneventful and it really makes ur mind wander. Read my brother's blog just now and it made me feel very sad. As I read what he wrote about life, about the family, I just wonder, is life really that bad? As the year goes by, amidst all the hustle and bustle of uni, ministry and social life, it all the more makes me know that I have so much to be joyful for, so much to smile about, and so much to thank God for. Sure at times we have our sad moments, but are we able to look beyond that and know that at the end of the day, we still have a God who knows us and wants only the best for us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I sent my car for servicing just down the road, about 5 mins drive, so I decided i'd walk home after dropping it in. The walk back took 30 mins, and I must admit, it was a very rare 30 mins that I had to soak in the sun, the fresh air, take in the sights and sounds of my neighbourhood, and more importantly collect my thoughts. It was rather insightful. I started thinking about my future, where I would settle after graduation, how i'd do up my house, what car I would drive, how my future kids will attend school here and attain the local accents. I also thought about people in my life, especially those from my local church, how they've all been such a blessing to me. It's really these people that God strategically place in our lives that make the hours that go by more worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that this year cannot be like last year. I love last year. But apparently i'm supposed to love this year even better. Perhaps if I had been writing this post one month ago my optimism about this year wouldn't be the same, but I feel like i'm finally getting the hang of it, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Not to dwell on the good things from last year, but to trust that the LORD will provide for this year, and that the best is yet to come. I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few nights ago somebody asked me, what is your purpose in life. No, i'm not afraid of that question. And I dare say that at this point in time, even though i'm not clear on what my 'purpose' in life is, I say with confidence that I am living for what counts in His Kingdom, not what counts to me. Maybe few years back I would say that I know He wants me for this or that, but having come here and experiencing new things, I know that He is working powerfully in my life, and that even though right now I don't have a definate answer to what my purpose in life is, I know that He is molding me, training me and preparing me for His Kingdom assignment. And I know it's going to be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps now after reading this post, you might want to ask yourself, is life really that bad? Well, I know for sure, that the best is yet to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-7948498309714488020?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7948498309714488020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=7948498309714488020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/7948498309714488020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/7948498309714488020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-1870486812059839093</id><published>2007-11-22T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T18:32:42.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's days like this that just makes me miss home the most. Warm spring sunsets, sunlight crawling through the blinds, slight breeze blowing through the window. Just like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now as I write this, my two bros are already back in Singapore. It's 23 past 7 here now, 23 past 6 there. I wonder what they are doing, what they're having for dinner, what's the evening activity for a Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, i'm alone in my dimly lit room, just done with a packet of last night's chicken rice from the student bless, over &lt;em&gt;Looking for Alibrandi&lt;/em&gt;. It's going to be another long night, doing my report for Management. Yup, this is my life. But not that anybody cares at all, they just go about their new found freedom after the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be distracted running this marathon, or am I going to put all of me into the last leg of the race? Hang in there, Jon. Your time will come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-1870486812059839093?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1870486812059839093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=1870486812059839093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/1870486812059839093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/1870486812059839093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-days-like-this-that-just-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-3393408796162862509</id><published>2007-11-15T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:35:54.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>redbull gives you wings</title><content type='html'>Been having a headache (literally) fumbling over an essay for S&amp;amp;S due this Monday and a report for Management due Friday. And though i've seemingly been working on them since couple weeks ago, they hardly seem to be moving anywhere! And as much as I want to pop an aspirin for that headache, I refrain as I had just drunk some Redbull; Am afraid the ingredients won't mix. Darn. Got to be more selective with my order of my consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I felt like I stuffed up last Wednesday's Agape Student Bless cos I burnt the rice. How does rice ever get burnt??! But I guess with reassurances from those around me, they said I didn't really stuff up, but I guess there are still lessons to be learnt. I am truly blessed having these people around me. Glad no one got food poisoning. That is, I dun think anyone did (: Lord sanctify and &lt;em&gt;sanitise&lt;/em&gt; the food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now - Back to my redbull and finger exercises on the keyboard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, am getting a new job soon. But no time to blog about that. You can ask me when you see me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-3393408796162862509?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3393408796162862509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=3393408796162862509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/3393408796162862509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/3393408796162862509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/11/lord-please-help-me-get-by-completing.html' title='redbull gives you wings'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-833244662540784721</id><published>2007-11-07T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:42:57.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheese is rude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Of all the dairy products available in this world, cheese would have to be the &lt;u&gt;rudest&lt;/u&gt; of them all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's so smelly, and it tastes like socks. Absolutely revolting and lacking in manners. So anyway, me and my mom were having a conversation on MSN, and she says that i'm &lt;u&gt;too skinny&lt;/u&gt;. Don't you think I know that by now? Haha. She thinks that i'm avoiding dairy cos i'm trying to maintain my figure lolx. For pete's sake what part about having no butt is sexy?? But anyway, what I really lack is muscle and bone density, which i'm actually making a conscious effort to build-up thru more exercise, eating higher protein foods, as well as forcing myself to consume more dairy, such as yoghurt, milk (coffee flavored of course) and well, ice-cream too HAHA...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not easy gaining weight you know???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-833244662540784721?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/833244662540784721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=833244662540784721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/833244662540784721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/833244662540784721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/11/cheese-is-rude.html' title='cheese is rude'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-7371992844954120202</id><published>2007-10-30T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T14:45:00.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IT'S HERE! IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The autographed CORRINNE MAY - BEAUTIFUL SEED Album I ordered a week ago finally came!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now self-declared, &lt;u&gt;Australia's biggest Corrinne May fan&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127690031488944050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Ryk26n01x7I/AAAAAAAAAO8/x3zRidWRMng/s400/me_may.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I insist the shirt i'm wearing is not pink!... it's MAGENTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127690662849136578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Ryk3fX01x8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/QA8xdG6vXME/s400/may_sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's even autographed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What motivates fandomism? I guess I like her because of the way she is, the things she does. The softness of her music, the unique timbre of her voice, the quality in her lyrics - it's so soothing and heartfelt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I guess the fact that she's from Singapore too just makes it more identifiabl, for me anyway. I mean, what good is it when individuals in society keep looking to foreign sources for art and entertainment? It's sad if I in Singapore let's say, have to keep looking towards the west to find someone to like. What for? No doubt there is the trendiness and genius in their art, but are they any better than us and are we no worse than them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, do check Corrinne May out if you have not heard of her. No, I was not paid to do this, but maybe they should (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.corrinnemay.com/"&gt;http://www.corrinnemay.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/corrinnemay"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/corrinnemay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-7371992844954120202?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7371992844954120202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=7371992844954120202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/7371992844954120202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/7371992844954120202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/10/his-faithfulness.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Ryk26n01x7I/AAAAAAAAAO8/x3zRidWRMng/s72-c/me_may.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-2239747119463152400</id><published>2007-10-23T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:18:08.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Christ Alone</title><content type='html'>I know a lot of us have seen this video, myself included. But everytime I see it, it always serves as a timely reminder of the love of Jesus; I always somehow shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="videoThumb=http://www.godtube.com/thumb/1_10371.jpg&amp;flvPath=http://www.godtube.com/flvideo1/6/10371.flv" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="flv_demo" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy this one. Have a blessed week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-2239747119463152400?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2239747119463152400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=2239747119463152400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/2239747119463152400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/2239747119463152400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='In Christ Alone'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-8306407814731418051</id><published>2007-10-18T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T12:51:27.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Journey</title><content type='html'>I thought last night's combined cell was great. The icebreaker was in my opinion, very original and quirky, and I actually did get to know our fellow Agapeans better. Good job, Joni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facilitating worship last night was a new encouragement for me, in that I found that even when I felt ill-prepared and nervous, God has divinely appointed me to do that specific task and that He is always ready when i'm not. I guess we can look at that fact in every aspect of our lives, that even when we feel we're not ready or not good enough for a task, it is God who especially chose us for it, and He is always, always ready. Isn't that comforting? Learnt something new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, another new experience for me this week is when Kenny, John Hang and I embarked on our very first discipleship journey on Wednesday! I really thank God for allowing me to fellowship with them as I myself learnt from it and it strengthened my faith. Was rather nervous the night before especially, cos this Bible teaching stuff hasn't really been my strongest points, but nevertheless, like I said, God was ready. And I felt the presence of God was near that afternoon. In my heart I really hope that Kenny and John have benefitted from it, and I really hope that it will have an impact on their lives. The material was not bad, very basic but suitable for brand new believers. I think Kenny looked bored ):  So i'm going to pray that the material will not be too easy for him to answer hehe... (all for his benefit of course) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I learnt that I had to do a supplementary paper for one of my units even though I passed the unit overall, I needed to pass that paper to advance. Was kinda upset at first, but after a while I learned that there's nothing to be ashamed of even when we didn't do as well as we hoped for. In fact it's a second chance to study hard again and get a higher grade and we don't always get that chance. Wow, thank You Lord! Talk about a God of second chances, in even this aspect of life! Guess I still have a lot to learn in humbling myself and take this as a learning experience. God's been good to me, as He'd always been, just that perhaps now my eyes see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is such a great gift... and our God is an awesome God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-8306407814731418051?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8306407814731418051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=8306407814731418051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/8306407814731418051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/8306407814731418051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/10/lifes-journey.html' title='Life&apos;s Journey'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-11643314701176081</id><published>2007-10-13T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T20:43:38.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enriched</title><content type='html'>Life seems to go on in phases, seasons at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TO EVERYTHING there is a season, and a time for every matter or purpose under heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time for &lt;strong&gt;birth&lt;/strong&gt; and a time for &lt;strong&gt;death&lt;/strong&gt;, a time to &lt;strong&gt;plant&lt;/strong&gt; and a time to &lt;strong&gt;pluck&lt;/strong&gt; up what is planted,&lt;br /&gt;A time to &lt;strong&gt;kill&lt;/strong&gt; and a time to &lt;strong&gt;heal&lt;/strong&gt;, a time to &lt;strong&gt;break down&lt;/strong&gt; and a time to &lt;strong&gt;build up&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;A time to &lt;strong&gt;weep&lt;/strong&gt; and a time to &lt;strong&gt;laugh&lt;/strong&gt;, a time to &lt;strong&gt;mourn&lt;/strong&gt; and a time to &lt;strong&gt;dance&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;A time to &lt;strong&gt;cast away&lt;/strong&gt; stones and a time to &lt;strong&gt;gather&lt;/strong&gt; stones together, a time to &lt;strong&gt;embrace&lt;/strong&gt; and a time to &lt;strong&gt;refrain&lt;/strong&gt; from embracing,&lt;br /&gt;A time to &lt;strong&gt;get&lt;/strong&gt; and a time to &lt;strong&gt;lose&lt;/strong&gt;, a time to &lt;strong&gt;keep&lt;/strong&gt; and a time to &lt;strong&gt;cast away&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;A time to &lt;strong&gt;rend&lt;/strong&gt; and a time to &lt;strong&gt;sew&lt;/strong&gt;, a time to keep &lt;strong&gt;silence&lt;/strong&gt; and a time to &lt;strong&gt;speak&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;A time to &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; and a time to &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt;, a time for &lt;strong&gt;war&lt;/strong&gt; and a time for &lt;strong&gt;peace&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... He has made everything beautiful in its time... planted eternity in men's hearts and minds... a divinely implanted sense of a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I know that whatever God does, it endures forever; nothing can be added to it nor anything taken from it. And God does it so that men will [reverently] fear Him [revere and worship Him, knowing that He is].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ecclesiastes 3 (Amplified)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Word is beautiful, and I am affirmed that He's working in me, changing me to who He wants me to be. What have I leaned? I learned that all that has happened, He has allowed to happen, all part of His divine plan (It's amazing how He's actually got every aspect of my life drafted out), and that I emerge a better man, a stronger man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell last night was great, as always, but what really stood out was during the Word bit, where we were asked to shoutout reasons for walking closely with God, and scribble them down on a piece of vanguard we had in the middle of the group. It was then that I realised that with the 20 odd or so reasons we stated down, that there's just so many more reasons why we should maintain a close walk with God. I just wonder why I had not known sooner in my rebellious days, or when I had drifted far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, &lt;em&gt;God has His timing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-11643314701176081?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/11643314701176081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=11643314701176081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/11643314701176081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/11643314701176081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/10/enriched.html' title='enriched'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-4967166432052216358</id><published>2007-10-12T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:25:17.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wouldn't say that this week had been an easy week, what with new units in my new trimester, questions and dilemmas, uncertainties and errand after errand. Time had come and gone, and before you know it you get an email from Huifu about cell, and you realise it's almost the end of the week. Wonder how I made it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may have noticed about me this week, i've been a little withdrawn, just hiding in my room. It's just a phase i'm going through. I also believe that this is a trial I have to get through before God brings me to other places, higher places. I know there are things yet to be resolved, struggles yet to be faced, and I know He's got a plan for me. I just need to stay focused. I AM A CONQUERER, BORN TO OVERCOME!&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for those of you who'd been there for me this week, especially Thad and Adrian. Thanks heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, our God has this uncanny way of doing things, I mean yeah this is the same God that used a big fish to teach Jonah a lesson. But &lt;em&gt;Thank God&lt;/em&gt; (excuse the pun) that He spoke to me in the most timely fashion it almost seems like a coincedence, but I know it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night while I was doing my QT, I don't know and I can't explain what led me to dig out from my drawer, a copy of &lt;em&gt;The Purpose Driven Life&lt;/em&gt;, by Rick Warren, which I haven't touched in ages. And as I flipped it open to the page where the bookmark marked the chapter I last read, the theme of that new chapter just seemed so apt. The chapter mainly used Job as an example, and a line in that chapter read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The deepest level of worship is praising God in spite of pain, thanking God during a trial, trusting him when tempted, surrendering while suffering, and loving him when he seems distant."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my LORD, and I love Jesus, and I really just want to worship him with all of my life, imperfect yet complete. I'm working towards that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today amidst the struggle, as I sat down to eat my bowl of instant kimchi ramen, I just praised God, I thanked God for his blessing, for this ramen, and for what he's done, doing and going to do in my life. I can't wait to get through this, LORD please don't turn away from me. I want to be who You want me to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Unfailing Love - Hillsongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the darkness fills my senses&lt;br /&gt;When my blindness keeps me from Your touch&lt;br /&gt;Jesus come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my burdens keep me doubting&lt;br /&gt;When my memories take the place of You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'll follow You there&lt;br /&gt;To the place where we meet&lt;br /&gt;And i'll lay down my pride&lt;br /&gt;As You search me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;Your unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;Your unfailing love, over me again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-4967166432052216358?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4967166432052216358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=4967166432052216358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/4967166432052216358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/4967166432052216358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-wouldnt-say-that-this-week-had-been.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-7971622516980092143</id><published>2007-10-08T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T01:41:07.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who i am</title><content type='html'>I've been rather emotional these days. There's a lot of things that people see &lt;strong&gt;of&lt;/strong&gt; me, but not that &lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; me. No, i don't have a problem with that, i'm not upset, i'm not even expecting anything out of saying that. I just want to say it, that's all. Now that aside, and moving onto something else not particularly unrelated, I guess some of you know of how my life and walk with God has drastically changed since coming here. Well, it can generally be observed that when one draws nearer to the Father, life doesn't necessarily become easier, and most of the time it becomes quite the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With new heights i've achieved with God, i'm actually finding my trials, both past and present coming back to haunt me in a different way. Having gone thru physical tangible trials before (eg. financial or physical pain), i'm now finding myself dealing with a whole new set of challenges, trials which are less tangible, struggles which are less visible, those that don't play on body, but those that eat at your heart, your mind, your soul. Intangible, mental, &lt;em&gt;spiritual&lt;/em&gt; - it's hard to grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at this we know that the battle belongs to the LORD, and as much as there is war on earth, so there are wars in the heavenly realms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My struggles? They're the LORD's. I'm glad the devil has started to take notice; says a lot doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this facade that I put on does not always reflect what necessarily is inside, which is why I said it's easier for people to see what's &lt;strong&gt;of&lt;/strong&gt; me and not &lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; me, that underneath this happy facade, is someone often tormented by his own shortcomings, still bothered by his iniquities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; all that is changing, slowly but surely. I feel and I know that God has not given up on me, and that He's rebuilding in me a new spiritual man. I'm kinda inspired by the one in the Bible who they say is &lt;em&gt;a man after God's own heart&lt;/em&gt;. I wanna be just like him. I also want to be like John in the Bible, who refers to himself in his book (3:7) as "The disciple whom Jesus loved". Yeah, I wanna be just like him. And I also want to be like David's friend in the Bible called Jonathan, who always stands by his friends, who builds them up in Christ and loves at all times (Prov 17:17). I wanna live up to my name, I wanna be just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LORD I know, with You, I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and still being emotional here. In church today we sang the song which goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glory, glory, glory to the Lamb.&lt;br /&gt;Glory, glory, glory to the Lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For He is glorious and worthy to be praised,&lt;br /&gt;the Lamb upon the throne;&lt;br /&gt;and unto Him we lift our voice in praise,&lt;br /&gt;the Lamb upon the throne.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a song which we used to sing a lot in my church back home. Twas then I was reminded of home. Standing at the back of the sanctuary alone, I looked around and saw parents with children, brother with sister, aunties, uncles, cousins - families worshipping God together. I closed my eyes and dreamt I was singing this song in CBC in the presence of family and friends whom I miss, and tears welled up in my eyes. Then the Holy Spirit opened my eyes again, and He pointed out the people around me, my friends in Perth. And He said to me, that this is your spiritual family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why to these people, I want to be a David, a John, a Jonathan; the man whom God wants me to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-7971622516980092143?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7971622516980092143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=7971622516980092143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/7971622516980092143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/7971622516980092143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/10/church-today.html' title='who i am'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-4075041264917285218</id><published>2007-10-06T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T12:42:26.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;goodness, i can't recall the last time i blogged. But i dunno, perhaps there are just things on my mind that i need to let out. I been thinking a lot these days, a lot of which involves my spiritual walk with Him, and just things happening around me, the things we do, the people we meet who make an impact on our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first of all, each time i do think about it, i just can't help but pick up the guitar and sing a song of praise to Him, for bringing me to Perth and FGA especially. I guess FGA will always have a special place in my heart, cos that was where i first met Him. Strange, cos i'd been born into a believing family, but that i only met him just then. That was way back when i was in high school, back in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at the beginning of this year, i had the privilege to go to Australia again to further my studies, and i could've gone to Melbourne or Canberra, but i chose Perth. Back then i didn't know why, but now i do. And these are marked by milestones, namely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Meeting a special bunch of people (u know who u are) in church whom i regularly hang out with. U guys are like noone i have ever met before, and you make someone ordinary like me feel extra special, like i belong. Perhaps it's something i'd been longing for before, and it's like i finally got it. I thank God for u guys every night in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Agape camp was amazing! I mean, if there was a reason to come to Perth, it would be because of this camp. Wow, the experience was just unimaginable (and unexpected), and so powerful. It's like a body trapped in the dead, set free, revived, and now kicking. It's amazing how the HS moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 16 September is a date i will always remember. It's the day i finally received the gift of tongues in church. It is a big thing, for me anyways, something i'd been praying for, for YEARS literally. I guess you could say it's a milestone for me, yet it isn't, as in, it's not a sign or symbol to say "I have arrived with God", but i guess He has His timing, and this is just one of those times. For me, i feel like a child who's been wanting something from his Dad for so long, and finally receiving it unexpectedly one fine day. The feeling is great, i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what now from here? Couple of weeks ago i'd been posed the question of where i see myself in ministry in the next few years. And at first i thought, "that's an easy question to answer", having served before in the worship ministry back home. But as time went on, and after praying and seeking His peace, i now find myself in the middle of nowhere. I'd been involved with the Hospitality team, welcome, food, i'd helped out with decor, and of course i'd helped out with the worship team; i've been places, but i haven't quite found myself just yet. But i know i will. soon. Lord speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the guitar just then, and i sang this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of Kings, Majesty&lt;br /&gt;A/C# D E A&lt;br /&gt;God of Heaven, living in me&lt;br /&gt;E A E A&lt;br /&gt;Gentle Saviour, closest friend&lt;br /&gt;A/C# D E A&lt;br /&gt;Strong Deliverer, beginning and end&lt;br /&gt;A/C# D E F#m E/G#&lt;br /&gt;All within me falls at your throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;A E/G# F#m A/E&lt;br /&gt;Your majesty, I can but bow&lt;br /&gt;D A/C# Bm7 D/E&lt;br /&gt;I lay my all, before you now&lt;br /&gt;A E/G# F#m A/E&lt;br /&gt;In royal robes, I don't deserve&lt;br /&gt;D A/E D/E A&lt;br /&gt;I live to serve Your ma - jes - ty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;Earth and heaven, worship you&lt;br /&gt;Love eternal, faithful and true&lt;br /&gt;Who bought the nations, ransomed souls&lt;br /&gt;brought this sinner near to Your throne&lt;br /&gt;All within me cries out in praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then it reminds me yet again, that serving God in His ministry, is a privilege, a call to serve on top of your higher call, as a &lt;strong&gt;student&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; I only hope that i will stay focused on this cause, and find myself in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And I found myself, in You... Jesus"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-4075041264917285218?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4075041264917285218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=4075041264917285218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/4075041264917285218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/4075041264917285218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/10/found.html' title='Found'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-519100835392927603</id><published>2007-08-09T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T14:10:09.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My cousin sent me this, thought i'd share it with you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I asked God...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I asked God to do away with my vices     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;God said no       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They are not there for me to take them away. They are there for you to resist them&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; I asked God to complete my body       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; God said no       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Your spirit is complete, your body is only temporary       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I asked God to give me patience     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; God said no      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Patience is a byproduct of difficulties. It is not given but learned&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I asked God to give me hapiness      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; God said no       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; I give blessings. Happiness depends upon you&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I asked God to free me of pain       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; God said no       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Suffering makes you go far away from this world and brings you nearer to me    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I asked God to make my spirit grow       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;God said no       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; You have to grow by yourself! But I will prune you to make you bear fruit&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I asked God for the things that would make me like life       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; God said no       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; I will give you life, so you can enjoy all those things&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I asked God to help me love the others, like He loves me    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; God said: .... ohhh, you finally got the idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-519100835392927603?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/519100835392927603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=519100835392927603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/519100835392927603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/519100835392927603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-cousin-sent-me-this-thought-id-share.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-2982239576424048650</id><published>2007-07-31T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T15:31:03.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we're here for</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It's been a meaningful week for me, with weekends spent at Brownlie Towers (one of our church's place of missions), just helping out in events like &lt;em&gt;Christmas in July&lt;/em&gt; and the Sunday morning service. I know it's not much, but for me it's like a realisation and yet another reality check that the world does not revolve around ourselves, that there are people in and around us in this world that need more than material blessings. They need our love, our time, our couple of hours to spare from our busy work schedules. It all boils down to where we choose to build and store our treasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;On a slightly unrelated note, just the other day I was listening to a conversation where someone was describing what his uni classes were like, creating videos, watching videos, doing this, doing that, doing all things media-ish, and that just made me feel so.... jealous, unfortunate, angry, insecure. Ok actually, wrong choice of words here, a bit strong. I just can't quite put a finger onto what i'm feeling. I know this is strange, and there I am again wallowing in self-pity, but to think about it, after all these months of being here and going through what i've been through with administration problem after problem, and more problems with subject selection and even having to change my degree altogether just cos i'd been lied to by the agent to come to this school to not do what I want and just fit into their lousy system, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's unfair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. My passion's not being fed, my potential's not being harnessed, i'm not making use of my skills, i'm working shit out of my knees and worst part is, they try to convince me this is better for my future.&lt;/span&gt; And there are times where I would think that i'm in a worser position than my peers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thankfully, there's a promise which goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out—plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you &lt;strong&gt;the future you hope for&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Jeremiah 29:11 (The Message Bible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Umm... how strange. It's comforting all of a sudden actually, after ranting on and on about life, and then upon reading this verse, it feels like a sudden and abrupt fullstop, yet there is this unexplainable peacefulness inside of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I dunno, but I do know that there will be times where I fall again. I just pray that you out there will be there when I fall, and I the same when you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's what we're here for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-2982239576424048650?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2982239576424048650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=2982239576424048650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/2982239576424048650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/2982239576424048650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-were-here-for.html' title='What we&apos;re here for'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-3067155951756339194</id><published>2007-07-17T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T16:57:00.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nameless faceless generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been thinking about the words, "nameless" and "faceless" these few days, a theme I heard a lot of during and even after Agape Camp. I used that as my MSN nick and my mom thinks it sounds like some kind of 'alien'. But actually, it's just a description of our chosen generation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"But you are the ones chosen by God, chosen for the high calling of priestly work, chosen to be a holy people, God's instruments to do his work and speak out for him, to tell others of the night-and-day difference he made for you—&lt;strong&gt;from nothing to something, from rejected to accepted.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;1 Peter 2:9 (The Message Bible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple translation, yet when I read it, I feel empowered and so privileged to be part of it all. It's like a chance to shine, but where all the people around see not my name nor my face, but that of Jesus Christ in me. I guess this is just one of those times where i'm conscious of the fact that I can play a part in his kingdom work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to remember to be a good boy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've been thinking also these few days about the word, "&lt;strong&gt;blameless&lt;/strong&gt;", how God regarded so many people in the Bible by that - Noah, Abraham, Job, David, etc. So I was thinking, wouldn't it be nice if ever God can ever regard me that way too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"The days of the blameless are known to the LORD, and their inheritance will endure forever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 37:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not impossible. I believe it is possible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-3067155951756339194?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3067155951756339194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=3067155951756339194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/3067155951756339194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/3067155951756339194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/nameless-faceless-generation.html' title='nameless faceless generation'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-1744083419159054262</id><published>2007-07-01T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T19:14:18.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days of our lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;these crazy times...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just me and my usual gang, making the most of our youth. Guess none of us are getting any younger, so might as well enjoy while we still can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082163203080549170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod4gbotczI/AAAAAAAAAHY/M7_7ymMbowc/s320/20070619_45.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hanging out at Carousel maccas carpark after half-price waffles at Gelare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082163207375516482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod4grotc0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/b-G_OWgbaFk/s320/20070619_66b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, Amy, Danson, Eddie and Aaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are again, on a different night. Had dinner at Nandos at Karawara. Saw Joni working there too. And they actually have the Nando-fix chewing gum! Thank goodness it isn't peri-peri flavored, but heh, whaddaya know? Played pool at potblack, near Carousel after dinner, before heading to Fast Eddy's for supper. What an awesome night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082163211670483810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod4g7otc2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/zithGhtrDhk/s320/20070620_126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082163207375516498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod4grotc1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/dmfgoLfJwwU/s320/20070620_125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nando's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082163701296755602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod49botc5I/AAAAAAAAAII/PwPBymkbuQs/s320/20070620_187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082163697001788290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod49Lotc4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/08LvqbIHklQ/s320/20070620_140b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pool at Pot Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082163705591722930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod49rotc7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/eogHz_ssxAw/s320/20070621_205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outside Fast Eddy's Restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082163701296755618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod49botc6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kD1VYqq_4Us/s320/20070621_203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Un-glam Moments #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birthday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that my 21st birthday would be this special. ever. But i was wrong. And i really appreciate what u guys have done for me. I thank God and pray that i too may be a blessing to you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082165853075371410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod66rotdZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ikJtvOHeybE/s320/P6221717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A beautiful collage Aaron, Amy, Danson and Kenny made for me!! Thanks guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082165651211908402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod6u7otdTI/AAAAAAAAALY/5rXpqpSs1DE/s320/P6221710.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking into a cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082165655506875714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod6vLotdUI/AAAAAAAAALg/ZP9MhbsccmU/s320/P6221712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Admiring the masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082165655506875730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod6vLotdVI/AAAAAAAAALo/5Rms7W3lG4I/s320/P6221713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082165844485436770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod66LotdWI/AAAAAAAAALw/CJXVyaj84BM/s320/P6221714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Un-glam moments #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later at dim-sum...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod7IrotdcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/p9OJ6GkLXkQ/s1600-h/P6221735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082166093593540034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod7IrotdcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/p9OJ6GkLXkQ/s320/P6221735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Un-glam moments #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Emma's for lunch, ate lots - Har kow, chee cheong fun, woo kok, chicken feet, etc etc. And they had another gift for me! Seriously, i didn't know! How exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod7I7otddI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Wnj0k2_oOvs/s1600-h/P6221740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082166097888507346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod7I7otddI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Wnj0k2_oOvs/s320/P6221740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Untying the package...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082164564585182274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod5vrotdEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-_Rp2YCjLJw/s320/DSC01635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being excited...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082165853075371426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod66rotdaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/f5s_6ZgKtSc/s320/P6221729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shaking and trying to guess what's inside... Hmmm new curtains maybe??? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082164564585182290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod5vrotdFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZbInOLuF-nY/s320/DSC01636.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How exciting! What could be inside this strange package??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod7I7otdeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/F2EBkEhegbQ/s1600-h/P6221746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082166097888507362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod7I7otdeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/F2EBkEhegbQ/s320/P6221746.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The suspense is killing me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082166102183474674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod7JLotdfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/XoAplb8gA7Y/s320/P6221749.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a..... Black Yarra Trail jacket!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082164568880149602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod5v7otdGI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Pa4XGEma1v8/s320/DSC01637.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I luv it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot thank you guys enough! I will never forget that special day, my 21st birthday, and it was made special because of you guys. I thank God for putting you all into my life. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You are all really special to me...&lt;/span&gt; *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agape Camp - Restoration+ (23 June - 26 June)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Camp was awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085888769382249986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RpS047otdgI/AAAAAAAAANA/9ijYucsDVXc/s320/DSC_7536.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The cell group, plus and minus a few...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We played lots of fun games, indoor and outdoor. The weather was perfect. Praise God for such beautiful weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082163705591722946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod49rotc8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/UzjWqZcnxxc/s320/20070624_165.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hands off my ball! (During Dog and Bone game)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082164203807929298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod5arotc9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/7z9NFzmLyew/s320/20070625_277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Klunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082164208102896610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod5a7otc-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/5sFpCY5Su-Q/s320/20070625_291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082164208102896626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod5a7otc_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/TM4UJw9wZrE/s320/20070625_297.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Failed attempts to fly, but we looked good anyway (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod6E7otdHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/YBpQa_VT9Jc/s1600-h/DSC01653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082164929657402482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod6E7otdHI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/YBpQa_VT9Jc/s320/DSC01653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Matt 'Taliban' Ho and Alvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod6FLotdII/AAAAAAAAAKA/lGGZDAEe8YI/s1600-h/DSC01655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082164933952369794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod6FLotdII/AAAAAAAAAKA/lGGZDAEe8YI/s320/DSC01655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dorm #1 mates Mr. Taliban in bed with Tan. We also had Jon Ho, Clement and Alvin in our dorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082164212397863938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod5bLotdAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9KdI0ggKL6I/s320/20070626_433.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And another birthday gift! This time from Alan, Jess and Derek! Thanks guys! Got a nice JAG wallet and belt (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A (long-awaited) post dedicated entirely to Agape camp is coming soon! Look out for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later at Mandurah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod6FLotdJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GocMU94NOts/s1600-h/DSC01659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082164933952369810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod6FLotdJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GocMU94NOts/s320/DSC01659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082164942542304434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod6FrotdLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZFk5ChQbfnw/s320/DSC01661.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just taking lots of pics near the art museum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082164938247337122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod6FbotdKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SPCnERgZaao/s320/DSC01660.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;M&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;andurah Harbour Boys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082164212397863954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod5bLotdBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/H_9WfQ57RYw/s320/20070626_450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Now let me show you the shape of my heart....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod5vLotdCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6-UwynmEL6A/s1600-h/20070626_496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082164555995247650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod5vLotdCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6-UwynmEL6A/s320/20070626_496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;more pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod5vbotdDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uTd6m5b2WA4/s1600-h/20070626_498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082164560290214962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod5vbotdDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uTd6m5b2WA4/s320/20070626_498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and more pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082165187355440322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod6T7otdMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/UVRSG7ejfjA/s320/DSC01663.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amy, Danson and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Surprise" Birthday Steamboat (27 June)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jasmine, Amy, Danson, Kenny and Adrian for lunch. We had great fellowship together. While eating I got this SMS from Adrian which said, "&lt;em&gt;Who's going to buy the shoes?&lt;/em&gt;" Blank looks from Adrian, Amy and myself followed after. Mmm?? Did I miss out on something? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, all in all, surprises &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ruined&lt;/span&gt; or not (3 in all hehe), I just want to say once again, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, to my beloved cell group who planned the steamboat and got me the super suave and classy &lt;em&gt;Zu&lt;/em&gt; leather shoes. You guys spruced my wardrobe so much higher! And thanks for the card! It's so cute!! And the &lt;strong&gt;DURIAN CAKE&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Oww guys it was awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082165191650407634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod6ULotdNI/AAAAAAAAAKo/B301h93YbXg/s320/DSC01704.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Zu shoes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085892213946021394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RpS4BbotdhI/AAAAAAAAANI/ALPA5lPQZoQ/s320/DSC_7716.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A cute birthday card with sound (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085892218240988706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RpS4BrotdiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xYdhBnTBUGM/s320/DSC_7717.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Admiring new shoes + eating cake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085892222535956018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RpS4B7otdjI/AAAAAAAAANY/SZWfJmvXmlw/s320/DSC_7708.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The cell, plus and minus a few - as always!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Praise God from whom all blessings flow&lt;br /&gt;Praise Him all creatures here below&lt;br /&gt;Praise Him above Ye heavenly hosts&lt;br /&gt;Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-1744083419159054262?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1744083419159054262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=1744083419159054262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/1744083419159054262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/1744083419159054262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/07/days-of-our-lives.html' title='days of our lives'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rod4gbotczI/AAAAAAAAAHY/M7_7ymMbowc/s72-c/20070619_45.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-2724192209976697547</id><published>2007-06-19T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:29:17.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the month of June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Angel told me the other day she hasn't seen my car yet, so &lt;em&gt;ta-da&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;hot &amp; sexy scarlet red 1994 1.6L twincam fuel-injected Mazda 323 Protege&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RndV25EOujI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vB2Irrf5Yec/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080966053961233106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RoM3tLotctI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4fPoGzo40wo/s400/DSC01013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080966053961233122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RoM3tLotcuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/z_QiEjR_QEA/s400/Pool+Day+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well it's been quite some time since I last blogged, but a lot has happened since. Happy things that is. Really got to give it all to God, cos seriously I feel so blessed in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just last wednesday, me and a few others who have no exams volunteered to cook chicken rice for the students who are too busy to cook for themselves. It's something &lt;em&gt;Agape&lt;/em&gt; has been doing for a few years apparently? But i reckon it's a great idea. So anyway, on the monday before that i cooked it for myself for my own dinner, just to try it out and to perfect it. Well, it wasn't as good as i had hoped so i was a bit discouraged then. On tuesday i went to &lt;em&gt;Hawker's Cafe&lt;/em&gt; in Winthrop and bought me one hainanese chicken rice for my own dinner, just to learn how they packaged it and made it look presentable. I worked with Amy, Danson, Jasmine and Jess, who i must say are the best! We had so much fun and fellowship, and i really appreciate working with them. I guess we were all enthusiastic, for one thing, and yeah i wouldn't have wanted to do this with anyone else :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RndV3pEOukI/AAAAAAAAAFI/In7RuhxxIsQ/s1600-h/DSC01537.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080966058256200434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RoM3tbotcvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WYP1O_sIyaA/s400/DSC01537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean, just look at Jasmine (above). That's Aussie confidence! We did get remarks and appreciative gestures, but seriously, there's no better privilege than to be able to serve God and bless His people in such a unique, fun and interesting way. I felt more blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080966058256200450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RoM3tbotcwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8QvWe7qHL_Y/s400/DSC01541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Above) Danson and I killing time while waiting for Amy and Jasmine to come back from a delivery to somewhere in Curtin University.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And yep, it's the month of &lt;strong&gt;JUNE&lt;/strong&gt;! Lots of birthdays this month, including good friends Jack (7 June), Danson (17 June), Angeline (18 June), Eugene Har (18 June also) as well as apparently Chris Yap on 23 June, which is the day of &lt;em&gt;Agape&lt;/em&gt; Camp?? Hmmm time to &lt;em&gt;sabo&lt;/em&gt; him, lest i too get &lt;em&gt;sabo&lt;/em&gt;-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to Jon Ho, Fabian, Tian and Felicia who invited me to their house for a wonderful birthday dinner with Danson and Angie. And i also met my "long-lost" ex-cell leader Shona and her husband Jimmy there as well. We had a blast. Thanks for the Thai-style dinner and cake guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080966058256200466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RoM3tbotcxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CVtxsMUafjk/s400/DSC01574.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me, Danson, Angie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes. I got a haircut today! Haha! This would be my second haircut since arriving here 6 months ago. Heh. That's an average of 3 months between cuts. But anyhoo, tell me what u think of the cut. (below) I just got there and asked the Hongkie to recommend a style to cut. So there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080966861415084834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RoM4cLotcyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GgsUDoX9se8/s400/DSC01606B.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What think you? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-2724192209976697547?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2724192209976697547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=2724192209976697547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/2724192209976697547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/2724192209976697547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/06/angel-told-me-other-day-she-hasnt-seen.html' title='the month of June'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RoM3tLotctI/AAAAAAAAAGo/4fPoGzo40wo/s72-c/DSC01013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-326941027663473739</id><published>2007-06-04T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:59:03.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My exams ended 31 May, so now i'm finding myself being blessed with &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from increasing my work schedule, i have to use my time wisely, fully utilise this blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working at a printer shop in Bullcreek for about 2 months now; it's a pretty easy and brainless job, just making sure the shelves are stocked with inks and serve customers who come in. It's not that kind of "printer" printer shop where you "print" stuff for people and then charge them 5 cents a print. It's more a shop selling printers and printer cartridges. It's strange cos i wondered why my bosses had the passion to sell of all things, printers and cartridges, but they seem to love it and do it so well. And it's strange that i now know almost at the top of my head, which model of cartridge goes with which printer, Epson, Canon, Brother or HP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pay's not bad, but low for aussie standard. But i make it up by using their broadband at the shop, to read the news, blog, chat or email. Hey, i'm allowed to when there's no customer around so why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recently took up another job (a second job wow) at an Italian restaurant not too far from my place - ironically called Amici, the same name as the Italian restaurant in holland V i worked at last time. This time however, i'm not doing waitering work. I'm a &lt;strong&gt;dishwasher&lt;/strong&gt;! Angel says it builds character. I say it breaks my back. But she's right though, it's humbling work and certainly not easy standing for more than 5 hours straight. I remember it was the banglas who would do this kind of job in Singapore for only about $3/hr which is madness. I get $16/hr. So now you probably understand why i'm even doing it. But i'm glad to say that slowly i will climb the corporate ladder, from dishwasher to kitchenhand to perhaps one day my own boss! (dream on.) I can dream can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is really working out for me. Last saturday i was asked to dip the veal in flour, egg and breadcrumbs. I also spreaded garlic butter on bread. Woots! One day i'll make it big haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ah well, one thing at a time, one day at a time. For now, i'll just enjoy my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: My friend Drew is the best and i want to give him 1 Million Dollars! Fabian Smells! &lt;strong&gt;(he typed that, not me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-326941027663473739?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/326941027663473739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=326941027663473739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/326941027663473739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/326941027663473739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-exams-ended-31-may-so-now-im-finding.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-449259552668129373</id><published>2007-05-28T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:58:53.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions... decisions...</title><content type='html'>I just came back (to the library) from viewing a house not too far from uni. Hmmm... now i'm really in a dilemma, not knowing whether I should move from my current home to this place. Let's weigh out the costs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rental for my current place is A$80 per week, including utilities.&lt;br /&gt;The other place is charging A$100 per week, including utilities, but I get a nicer and cleaner room, with a walk-in wardrobe and queen-sized bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current place has no internet connection. I have to use it in uni.&lt;br /&gt;The other place has wireless ADSL (unlimited perhaps?) for an extra $6.50 a week.&lt;br /&gt;I currently pay to use the internet at uni anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current landlord is an &lt;em&gt;angmoh&lt;/em&gt; pain-in-the-arse, due to being old, smelly, forgetful, unreliable and does not fulfill any requests from tenants.&lt;br /&gt;The other place's landlord is an auntie and her daughter from Brunei. They've been in Perth over 20 years now, but their Asian traits are still very much intact, they are very &lt;em&gt;niao&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current place allows me to park my car on the grass outside.&lt;br /&gt;The other place wouldn't allow me to lest my car damages her grass. I have to park by the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current landlord does not live in the same house as the tenants, thus there is a lot more freedom of movement.&lt;br /&gt;The other landlord will live under the same roof, and she's old, so she wants quietness. Having friends over for a cookout or drinks will definately be a thing of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?? How??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide!! I will have to choose between my freedom/social needs and satisfying my physical needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh!! *rips out his hair*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-449259552668129373?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/449259552668129373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=449259552668129373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/449259552668129373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/449259552668129373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/05/decisions-decisions.html' title='decisions... decisions...'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-1321773292284624917</id><published>2007-05-17T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T18:02:19.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reason to smile</title><content type='html'>You know what, looking back on all that I have, all that i've been blessed with and looking into the future, I realise that there are so many things to thank God for. Sure, sometimes shit happens, but at the end of the tunnel there's always a light, you just need the faith and the patience to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should have blogged about this a long time ago, but my car's been out for almost a month now! The engine overheated and as a result damaged other parts of it. But hey, praise God i'm alive! Praise Him that the car didn't explode on my face and scar me for life. And well, I suppose not having my car means that I have to take public transport and walk more. I guess there are perks to that, such as getting healthy, plus saving about $200 on petrol! Sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's just amazing that even though places are now less accessible for me, i've come to realise i've never lost out at all. I've had friends offer to fetch me, even offered me their car to use! It's just awesome to know that I have friends who actually care to remember me, and care to literally go the "extra mile" for me. I really thank God for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, so i'm finally near the end of the tunnel. I got a call just now from the workshop telling me I can collect my car tomorrow. A hefty bill of A$2205 is in stall for me, but again looking at the bright side, i'm currently blessed with a part-time job twice a week, plus an extra day of work somewhere else soon, so that I can work my a$$ of and pay off for the repairs. I suppose I could just grab the money off my parents, but it just feels more satisfying that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also glad that Angel, Dom and Mich are back from Myanmar! I'm glad they had a safe, well mostly anyway, 2 months away, and I certainly hope that they've been touched just as much as they have touched lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm leading worship tomorrow (Friday) for the first time here in Perth!! Woots! It's for cell group, just guitar and singing so starting from scratch again I should think? But yeah, just recalling the joy and the satisfaction of doing it at Calvary, i'm seriously looking forward to this and serving more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was flipping thru my Bible just now and glancing at all the verses I had underlined from the many sermons or what not, and I feel really blessed. I guess today must be a good day for me? But seriously, everyday can be Sunday if you allow it. Just hang on to God, and He will open your eyes to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I really like the song "Hosanna" in the latest United Live "All of the Above" album. Hmmm... any updates from the YF worship scene? What's the latest song there and all? Fill me in aiite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-1321773292284624917?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1321773292284624917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=1321773292284624917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/1321773292284624917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/1321773292284624917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/05/reason-to-smile.html' title='reason to smile'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-5730873215175874890</id><published>2007-04-30T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:52:00.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't believe i've been here 2 and a half months now. Time really flies, and two months doesn't sound like a long time, but it feels like i've been here forever. I've made good friends, settled in well, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handed up an essay this morning which I had been working on all weekend. Didn't sleep for almost two days! But i'm just glad that it's in, it's out of my system, I can now concentrate on other more important things...like other projects!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... weather's been getting cold lately. It's raining heavily outside now. Wearing the nice warm timberland jacket aunty Layhong gave me before I left. Mmm nice, warm and comfy. Not to mention waterproof too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get internet at home. My landlord was supposed to have gotten it fixed soon. Hope he keeps to his word. Then it'll be so much easier to blog. I'm in uni now using their comps, so can't put pics simply cos they're not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Hope i'll have interesting pics and posts in the future. I do, it's just that by the time i get to uni, i don't feel like blogging. We'll see how things to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-5730873215175874890?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5730873215175874890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=5730873215175874890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/5730873215175874890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/5730873215175874890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/04/cant-believe-ive-been-here-2-and-half.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-4137247219302704069</id><published>2007-04-11T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:25:57.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My cousin forwarded this to me on email, thought i'd share it with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A CHRISTIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not shouting, "I'm clean living'."&lt;br /&gt;I'm whispering, "I was lost,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm found and forgiven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I don't speak of this with pride.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble&lt;br /&gt;and need Christ to be my guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;And need His strength to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bragging of success.&lt;br /&gt;I'm admitting I have failed&lt;br /&gt;And need God to clean my mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not claiming to be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;My flaws are far too visible&lt;br /&gt;But, God believes I am worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the sting of pain.&lt;br /&gt;I have my share of heartaches&lt;br /&gt;So I call upon His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not holier than thou,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a simple sinner&lt;br /&gt;Who received God's good grace, somehow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-4137247219302704069?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4137247219302704069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=4137247219302704069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/4137247219302704069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/4137247219302704069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-cousin-forwarded-this-to-me-on-email.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-6057373201616868698</id><published>2007-04-07T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T14:41:36.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confusion. Feeling a little disappointment. With myself, with certain people around me. I'm somehow finding myself giving in to things i don't want to do, things i thought i had control over before, such as my studies, my life. I've been kidding myself, thinking that i'm in a new environment and that i'm just brand new. But old habits never change, and i find myself no different from my old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, take control. I'm spinning out of orbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter. It saddens me that the nation of Australia is so caught up with chocolate eggs and easter sales from Kmart socks &amp; underwear to tyres. And there's always that cursed rabbit to represent Easter. Is this what easter is all about? What ever happened to that part where Jesus sacrificed His life in our place? Oh how we forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i've been feeling sick. unwell. My head's spinning as i type this. Migraines maybe? But since i've been alone here, i've had to take care of myself more than i had before. Not that i'm having trouble with that, but having to worry bout so many things is giving me a headache. Oh Lord, again i cry out, take these worries off my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely though, i know all these promises, and i know He cares for me. But i somehow again find myself in the situation where my head speaks a different language from my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i can get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i was stronger. I thought i should be the one who impacts the world and not the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, give me strength...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-6057373201616868698?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6057373201616868698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=6057373201616868698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/6057373201616868698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/6057373201616868698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/04/confusion.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-1926268054363075734</id><published>2007-03-26T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T17:23:51.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic/DSC01016B.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RgeOYG2aMdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NUtBPhUi3F0/s1600-h/DSC01016+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good that since i've been here, i've had to look after myself more than I used to. No more mummy and daddy to cook for me and all. So here I am, giving this Aussie chick a good massage before cooking her. Mmmm... she made a delicious stock for my chickenrice rice (the special chicken rice rice. Geddit?) and made a real delicious dinner. Whee! My cooking's improving! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Pat myself on the back*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-1926268054363075734?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1926268054363075734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=1926268054363075734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/1926268054363075734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/1926268054363075734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/03/mmmm.html' title='Mmmm...'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-1096655185705258257</id><published>2007-03-05T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T16:39:34.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Perth...</title><content type='html'>It was a crazy 42 degrees few days ago. I wonder how I survived that. But anyway, here I am in the uni library surfing the net. Don't have internet at home yet so i'll have to blog from my laptop in uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, I bet some of you might be thinking why i've not blogged for so long and how i've been. Well, here I am! Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041692217210209682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RfewXAmqhZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/L0n9aUWBJsg/s400/DSC00655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sincerely, I want to express my thanks to all who were at my farewell gathering at ukc's mom's place at Kovan. I counted about 50 of us, it's just too bad we didn't take any photos heh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also another huge thank you to those who saw me off at the airport on 13 Feb. Hope you guys are well. Missing you all lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... how time flies, and it's almost a month since I arrived here and last blogged. I think i'm settling in well, thank you guys for all your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to blog as often as I can, but since I don't have internet connection at home, this may prove to be a challenge. But we'll see how it goes. This is just the beginning...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-1096655185705258257?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1096655185705258257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=1096655185705258257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/1096655185705258257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/1096655185705258257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/03/welcome-to-perth.html' title='Welcome to Perth...'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RfewXAmqhZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/L0n9aUWBJsg/s72-c/DSC00655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-3183174150963960287</id><published>2007-02-09T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T18:31:28.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School fees paid? &lt;strong&gt;Check.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accommodation settled? &lt;strong&gt;Check.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VISA approved? &lt;strong&gt;Check.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and before you know it, i'll be gone in less than a week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe what i've got myself into. I mean, i've been away from Perth for so long, now i'm finally returning. I don't know if I should be excited or not. I might have told some of you before, that the decision to go overseas again, is not an easy one. &lt;em&gt;I'm going in faith that the Lord will preserve and provide&lt;/em&gt;. Well, what can I say. You win some, you lose some. But I do know that apart from meeting up with old friends again over there, i'm going to miss all of you over here. Let's stay in touch okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-3183174150963960287?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3183174150963960287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=3183174150963960287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/3183174150963960287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/3183174150963960287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/02/eleventh-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-5104877672642881362</id><published>2007-01-29T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:13:20.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear the Lion roar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rb24zh0POLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MI46jbpK58c/s1600-h/logo_sg_1024x768+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025375954605652146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rb24zh0POLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MI46jbpK58c/s320/logo_sg_1024x768+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;, on defeating arch rivals, Malaysia, on Penalty shootout 5 - 4, advancing on to the ASEAN Football Championship Finals against Thailand. &lt;em&gt;Woots!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025370336788428946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rb2zsh0POJI/AAAAAAAAADk/TnRrO1rmyqc/s400/DSC00429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was at the Kallang Stadium that day with old Army buddies Daryl and Alvin. We weren't fast enough so we couldn't get tickets to the grandstand, which would have been very nice, but i'm thankful we didn't get bad seats. This is my first time watching any football match at live at a stadium, and I must say the atmosphere is totally different from watching from your livingroom. Over 50 000 spectators jam-packed the stadium; the cheers and the customary Kallang wave set the atmosphere to a high. Then it was all silent just before the last Malaysian player kicked the ball during the penalty shootout, but it was all cheers, noise and celebration the moment Lionel Lewis saved the ball. It was &lt;em&gt;madness&lt;/em&gt;! Cries of 'Ole ole ole ole' echoed thru the stadium even as spectators were leaving. Singaporeans, Chinese, Malay, Indian and others celebrating the victory of One nation. It felt good. And we couldn't have been more blessed to have such fine weather during the match. It was like God heard my prayer for good weather, even though i'm sure hoards of other people must have prayed as well. And what perfect timing, it started to rain (heavily) only after the match! Talk about perfect timing, really!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it was the customary &lt;em&gt;Dou Jiang You Tiao&lt;/em&gt; again, as with after all the other shows we've seen at Kallang. &lt;em&gt;Dou Jiang You Tiao&lt;/em&gt; has got to be the most ingenious snack around. I mean, it's a simple concept, you dip the hot &lt;em&gt;you tiao&lt;/em&gt; into cold &lt;em&gt;dou jiang&lt;/em&gt; and then you eat it, simple and delicious. It's Singapore's answer to America's Oreo and Milk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What happened next is the stupidest thing. I hadn't realised it was past midnight by the time we ended, so I waited approximately 15 mins for my bus 7 for nothing. I shrugged my shoulders and sighed an "ah well" before hailing a cab home. I nearly fell asleep during my journey as the driver kept reminscing and telling me stories of the old days of Singapore soccer, citing names of players I had never heard before and complaining how lousy today's player are. Ah well. I reached home and paid my $13.50 fare. What a memorable night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-5104877672642881362?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5104877672642881362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=5104877672642881362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/5104877672642881362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/5104877672642881362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/01/hear-lion-roar.html' title='Hear the Lion roar!'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rb24zh0POLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MI46jbpK58c/s72-c/logo_sg_1024x768+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-7641471385302800588</id><published>2007-01-27T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:39:16.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying the Big Red Kangaroo</title><content type='html'>Technically the kangaroo's not red, but you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024142616091900002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RblXFx0POGI/AAAAAAAAADA/nkW6xdIxDVY/s400/qantas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's official, i'm flying off to &lt;strong&gt;Perth&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;13 Feb (Tue)&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;9:15pm&lt;/strong&gt; on flight &lt;strong&gt;QF 76&lt;/strong&gt;, Changi Terminal 1. For the cheapest of airfares, i've decided that I will catch a Qantas flight rather than my usual SIA flight, and transit through tropical Denpasar (Bali), which will take two hours longer than the usual 5 hours. Hey, not a bad deal for cheap fares okay. And it's just a short transit in Bali. Oh boy! Not my first time flying alone, but certainly my first time transiting alone. What if I board a wrong flight which goes to Timbuktu after that? Won't happen. Bcos you guys will be praying I don't board the wrong flight right? Haha yeah, do pray for me, my travelling and my settling in to Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023911186074122322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RbiEmx0POFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gtgIU_uD9Zw/s400/flightmap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well it's not my first time in Perth. As some of you may remember, I did two years of my high school in Perth before moving to Melbourne to do my A's, so Perth really isn't new to me. It's just the thought of returning again, it freaks me out a little. You must be wondering why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it'll definately be great to see many of my friends again, I miss them so much. It's just that those who are not Singaporean would already be in their final year of uni, whilst I will just be starting. Don't forget apart from the 2 years of NS that we serve, I also spent a year at Ngee Ann poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't call the year, or rather, the semester spent at Ngee Ann a waste though, bcos I learnt so much and made so many friends while I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024790808261245058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rbuknh0POII/AAAAAAAAADU/P3vbqf9Gx40/s400/Candid+Shots+%40+NP+181004+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such fun in those good old days. May those memories last 4ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-7641471385302800588?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7641471385302800588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=7641471385302800588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/7641471385302800588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/7641471385302800588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/01/flying-big-red-kangaroo.html' title='Flying the Big Red Kangaroo'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RblXFx0POGI/AAAAAAAAADA/nkW6xdIxDVY/s72-c/qantas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-8300148411955426382</id><published>2007-01-24T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:44:53.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I don't have the pics to show for it, but i've been teaching for about 2 weeks now, at a Student Daycare Centre. I'm taking a primary two class of about 6 pupils on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. On the first day I turned up at the centre, the kids were very nice, very loud, and just typically kids. Not as bad as I perceived from other kids i've seen (especially in Calvary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was just day 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the days just keep getting worse and worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you have Primary two girls going up to you saying, "Teacher you are very handsome", then &lt;strong&gt;HUG&lt;/strong&gt; you?!! In my mind I was like, "&lt;em&gt;Gah! Get off me you .. you...&lt;/em&gt;" (and I picture myself shaking a clinging girl off my leg) I mean like, what's a guy to do??!! And the other teachers tell me to be firm with the students, "or they'll climb over your head". And I think they did. That was just too much. So I scolded her. Then she laughs. What the.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from those days till now, I have been more firm with the students, been speaking with a more authoritative tone, commanding respect like the chief in a pack of Red Indians. Sounds harsh you might say, but there's this other teacher who's a lot worse than me. She's clearly a &lt;em&gt;butch&lt;/em&gt;, but the poor kids think she's a guy. Sigh, still so innocent. Hope they stay that way forever hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention that kids are different on Fridays?? Well, they are. Their attention span is reduced by 89% and their volume is increased another 100 decibels. Okay of course that's exaggeration, but you get what I mean. Fridays are the toughest as the working hours are longest. And you have to bring them to the playground too. And I find it so hard to believe when on a Friday, they tell you they have no homework. These kids got it all going their way man, they have &lt;strong&gt;no idea&lt;/strong&gt; what school was like in my time. (Gosh, am I that old??) These kids are so pampered, rude, spoiled and demanding! Gone are the days when you describe little girls as "Sugar, Spice and everything Nice". In fact, i'm finding that my favourite students are in fact the boys, especially this kiddo from a reputable Catholic school. He's so cultered, well-mannered, diligent and possesses a marvellous attitude. Every teacher's dream student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop! Burst my dream bubble. Alas, not all students are like that. And i'm glad they're not! We're only young once right? And kids will be kids. Let's not furhter ruin their already jaded childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back though, it's the 'naughty' ones that somewhat seem to resemble me most. Having gone through my fair share of monster teachers and having understood what is growing up, I think I know what kind of teacher I wanna be. One who is &lt;em&gt;Sparky&lt;/em&gt;! Go figure what that means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023623328776009794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rbd-zR0POEI/AAAAAAAAACk/4NcpVB_KBbM/s400/ME3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-8300148411955426382?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8300148411955426382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=8300148411955426382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/8300148411955426382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/8300148411955426382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/01/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/Rbd-zR0POEI/AAAAAAAAACk/4NcpVB_KBbM/s72-c/ME3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-6648856485267153797</id><published>2007-01-22T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T00:18:52.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First post of the year! Okay, nothing to be proud of, considering it's already mid-Jan and that I didn't blog at all in December. So much to say, I don't even know where to start! Hmmm...this is going to be quite random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random #1: Rain's Coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i've never really been a fan of Rain, and prior to this concert, the only thing I know about the guy is that he's got nice abs and dances well. First of all, THANK YOU PORTIA, who had an extra ticket to Rain's concert yesterday (21 Jan) and extended the invite to me! I lurve concerts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022872744586328002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RbTUJh0PN8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/E758KcPQj_A/s200/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Gasp! A submarine! Rain made a real grand entrance by emerging from it. High budget sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022870064526735218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RbTRth0PN3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/H80OuUqDQYY/s200/DSC00325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Rain's a real crowd-pleaser with sweet-talk and spoken English accent. He threw a total of 3 of his own sweaty towels at the audience, who more than willingly caught it. To sell on eBay perhaps?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022881738247845842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RbTcVB0PN9I/AAAAAAAAABU/0vwhc77uq-Q/s200/DSC00339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022881742542813154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RbTcVR0PN-I/AAAAAAAAABc/yTFEu9J90Rs/s200/DSC00340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022881746837780466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RbTcVh0PN_I/AAAAAAAAABk/a99mlPq5NG8/s200/DSC00342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022881751132747778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RbTcVx0POAI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ix-ABCeCtVw/s200/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022881755427715090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RbTcWB0POBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3xaf5LtHLo0/s200/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I think 'Spectecular' is an understatement when it comes to describing his stage. It was HUGE! All those screens, the lights, the flames, the fireworks; it even rained on him! Literally! (pic 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awesome concert. Never knew he had so many nice songs until this concert. What a nice way to end the weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random #2: My new phone :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you haven't seen me using my new K800i by now, you would've at least seen the photos taken from it in Random #1. I luv it! It's truly an awesome phone, and definately superior to my previous Nokia. It's such a cool phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random #3: My Wisdoms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In November last year I went to Alexandra Hospital to get an opinion on the removal of my wisdom teeth. Here's an X-Ray.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022886230783637538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RbTgah0POCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wx19_EitfXo/s320/Wisdoms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesh, and then a certain Dr. Chew (ironic that his surname is related to his profession) commented that I had a really nice, neat set of teeth, "...and so why would you want to remove your wisdoms if they're not causing any problems"? And I can just imagine my other Army friends drilling into my head saying, "Don't care! Just take out! 2 weeks MC for each side taken out", and you know how tempting that is right? Forget the agony, forget the 6% risk of damaging the nerve of which there is a 60-80% chance of a full recovery; i'm up for it! Or so I thought I was. In my other (more sensible) friend's words, "You crazy ah?" Alas, I decided against it, not so much cos my friend's message finally got to me, but also because on that very weekend, I will be leading worship for T-Junction, Calvary's youth rally of the year. Now, I wouldn't want to sing with stitches in my mouth would I? The stitches might suddenly give way and do a Michael Jackson (his nose fell off during his concert). Not a pretty sight I thought. So I immediately called up the medical centre to cancel my operation (choice slots okay! miss many many days of camp), and the nurse asked me, "What is the reason for the cancellation", to which I hollered, "Cos my teeth are perfectly fine"!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-_-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More random posts coming soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-6648856485267153797?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6648856485267153797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=6648856485267153797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/6648856485267153797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/6648856485267153797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-post-of-year-okay-nothing-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur-2M0H8wIE/RbTUJh0PN8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/E758KcPQj_A/s72-c/DSC00320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-116352154872082736</id><published>2006-11-15T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:25:48.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 00:02 hrs on my computer clock. Life starts after midnight. Woohoo! Well, just for today anyway, as i'll be on Off from work tomorrow. Isn't it ironic to be on-off? Like 'on' and 'off'?...why can't it be off-on...or? Well then i was thinking this afternoon whether i should 'take Off' or not and i thought, 'take' and 'off' like the aeroplane...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm crapping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yes, i find that my mind works better during these unearthly hours. It's funny that when i was in camp i experienced such a terrible migraine but when i'm at home in front of the computer blogging and listening to Josh Groban, i feel so much better and i could just go on and on and on till about 6am just like last saturday. I'm surprised i didn't doze off during ukc's sermon. It was on forgiveness. A good sermon with reference to the Lord's prayer, how we should ask for forgiveness and forgive those who trespass against us. Guess forgiveness is never easy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway please do pray for me. I will be extracting my top and bottom wisdom teeth next week. I am shuddering with fear. Friend of mine got them removed today. It was most unglam. So don't &lt;em&gt;jio&lt;/em&gt; me out right after surgery okay? i'll drool on you. But please please please pray for me alrite? Cos there is a 6% chance of damaging the nerve there, but a 60 - 80% chance of a full recovery but still pray for me anyways ya???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-116352154872082736?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/116352154872082736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=116352154872082736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/116352154872082736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/116352154872082736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-0002-hrs-on-my-computer-clock.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-116342146431607016</id><published>2006-11-13T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:37:44.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angst is an ugly thing. or is it? It allows one to release what would otherwise have been bottled-up inside, a disaster in itself. it allows for freedom of expression, a legitimacy to speak a truth. So if it allows one to feel released then it's a good thing right? it's the same thing with vomit - you feel better only after throwing up. Just as much, it is disgusting. Words you never should have said have been said. Actions you know you will regret were done. What's broken can be mended with glue, but the scars will never go away. Be it there for the problem to seep through again or remind us of a past happening, the fact is that it has happened and nothing can ever change that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-116342146431607016?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/116342146431607016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=116342146431607016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/116342146431607016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/116342146431607016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/11/angst.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-116291946599424921</id><published>2006-11-08T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T01:11:06.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay i lied about my last post, i didn't even complete it to start with - it was too painful. I think i've shot myself in the foot, in the way that over the years i have tried to teach myself to be a better person. I no longer take offense so quickly, and i learn to look at the brighter side of things. Or so i thought i was. I was merely bottling every sad thing up inside of me. It's not often you see a sad blog post here, but sad things do happen in my life, i just choose not to remember it. But i guess this time it is different, i should just let it all out and stop bottling it up inside. What do you do when you feel everything is working against you. When you should feel happy about reaching a new phase in life but everything that you should be happy about has become something to worry about, and people whom you love, whom you thought you can depend on suddenly feel you going too strongly at them and want timeout. Or how about when you love someone so much and you care so much for that person, but all that person sees is the negative and thinks you have bad intentions, and then deliberately goes against you by going against himself. When you lost faith in something you held onto so strongly before. When you feel you have no future. When you just can't go on anymore you just feel like packing your things and be alone in a far away place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how everything and everyone goes against you, but you force yourself to hold back against him. And when the time comes for your revenge, you simply cannot lift a finger against him. When you feel like crying but nothing can jerk the tears out your eyes. Like you no longer hold it against that person but you know the hurt and the anger's still there. When your greatest gift becomes something that will make you cry. Something that will allow you to just release all that pressure that is inside of you. The expectations from those in your office, from those at home, from those around you, it's so so heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will someone please make me cry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-116291946599424921?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/116291946599424921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=116291946599424921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/116291946599424921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/116291946599424921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-i-lied-about-my-last-post-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-116247636169987238</id><published>2006-11-02T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:06:01.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just deleted my entire post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-116247636169987238?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/116247636169987238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=116247636169987238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/116247636169987238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/116247636169987238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-deleted-my-entire-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-116125374637152584</id><published>2006-10-19T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T18:29:06.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i came home yesterday, tired from a long day at work, and a lack of sleep didn't help either. All i wanted to do was to get home, put down my things, and tuck into a hot meal. But that was not what i got. I got a message from my dad to "cook the salmon for 10 mins or until cooked"..so i thought, oh okay, salmon. But what i saw in the kitchen COMPLETELY put me off my dinner, at least for a good half an hour. IT WAS A SALMON HEAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong, i love salmon, and yes i do eat salmon head. But this one was HUGE. It was thick, it was smelly. Do you know how rude that thing was? It was just staring right at me, that smelly thing in a metal dish. I had a good mind to just throw it away cos its skin was all dry and there were ants not in the dish but around it. But well, i shouldn't complain, afterall my dad did take the effort to marinade it for me (thanks dad) so i took out a wok and shallow fried it.&lt;br /&gt;Because it was so thick, i had to put it on low heat and cook it on each side till the inside was cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was. good. Just like the words of God, "...and it was good" Haha... but there you go, fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-116125374637152584?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/116125374637152584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=116125374637152584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/116125374637152584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/116125374637152584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-came-home-yesterday-tired-from-long.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-116092233524244120</id><published>2006-10-15T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:32:44.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bah. as some of you would have known, they've banned camera phones in all SAF camps, so i have no choice but to put up with my mom's old samsung for the next 2.5 months i have left of national service! This also means that when i see an opportunity to snap a shot at something interesting, i can only whip out my clamshell temporary samsung and pretend to shoot it. ah who am i kidding? Oh well, looks like i'm just gonna hafta describe what i saw in words and you'll just have to imagine it. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sunday i saw two hamsters mating (gasp). Yes, it's true! I'm not making any of this up! We've just had dinner and were walking past a petshop when the PDA (public display of affection) started (couldn't have been more public than that!) And as i whipped out my phone, i realised the picture didn't show and it didn't make a 'cheh-cheh' sound when i pressed the middle button. It instead logged me onto the GPRS network -.-" and so i pestered my mom to pass me my old phone back (we switched) so i can shoot those randy* rodents work it out, but alas, my mother dissed me, "eh this kind of thing oso want to snap"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bad luck if your name's randy, Oxford defines it as "eager for sexual satisfaction".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you go...guess i'll be keeping my eyes open and leaving the imagination to you guys. Alternatively, guest bloggers (you saw it here first) are welcome to submit posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time out, see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-116092233524244120?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/116092233524244120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=116092233524244120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/116092233524244120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/116092233524244120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/10/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-116048390488024112</id><published>2006-10-10T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:48:06.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another night of randomness</title><content type='html'>I recently checked back at one of my other less 'publicised' blogs, the one where i share my sorrows and little secrets with somebody and nobody at the same time (yes, i actually have that other blog). What caught my attention was that not just one, but three people, had actually posted comments on my guestbook after each post, or so I thought they did. Only the first person did. He said that he'd read my blog over and found it inquisitive. He also left his own blog address on the post, and thank goodness he's not some horny-homo stalking sad kids. The other two posts were (wait for it...)... ADVERTISEMENTS... -_-" it went, "Get your degree in two weeks" and "Hey I just got a $500 gift card, you can redeem yours at..." like hullo? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ah wells, decided to do a little something FUN. I koped these questions from Angel's blog (the answers are of course my own). It's called the Random shuffle quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it works: &lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle. &lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question. &lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;break me - jewel (don't step on my toes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;who do you love - the moffatts (way insecure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do my friends see me?&lt;br /&gt;out is through - alanis morissette (in other words, &lt;em&gt;bo chap&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will I get married?&lt;br /&gt;secret - maroon 5 (u're invited to my wedding, but i won't tell u where)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;oh what a circus - evita soundtrack (he's a freak, i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of my life?&lt;br /&gt;lyla - oasis (don't ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is/was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;i will remember you - sarah mclachlan (emotional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;kai bu liao kou - jay chou (silently of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about me?&lt;br /&gt;best i ever had - vertical horizon (i own me. cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is today going to be like?&lt;br /&gt;it must have been love - roxette (ain't i the luckiest?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;all star - smash mouth (woots!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song describes my parent(s)?&lt;br /&gt;colors of my day - CMYK (my player hates me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe my grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;the best thing - ivy (have u tried their popiah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is my life going?&lt;br /&gt;faith - hillsong (AMEN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;disappear - hoobastank (FINE!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;more than life - hillsong (owww i'm blushing already!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in between - lifehouse (that's brutally honest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;only one - yellowcard (owww shut up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;after the gold rush - k.d. lang (you materialistic prick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;time enough for tears - the corrs (tears of joy i spose...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;ke xi bu shi ni - fish leong (i should just move on then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;di yi chi - guang liang (bullseye!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i had fun and a good laugh answering the questions, hope you had too. Well, i thought it was so fun, that i decided to just continue clicking the next button on my zen micro to see what other funny answers i could have gotten. (i skipped some songs this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;from this moment - shania twain (couldn't wait to get started)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;you stand alone - hillsong (so that's a no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;all you wanted - Michelle branch (stop at two PLEASE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;what can i do - the corrs (my missus is a real tiger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;sway - michael buble (it happens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;chasing cars - snow patrol (shouldn't have done that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite! 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from camp!</title><content type='html'>Whoppee! Last time i thought that my camp barred Blogger from it's internet terminals, but now it seems that it's been allowed again. Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been incredibly tiring these past few days, running about in camp and around the island. I would estimate that i have had just about 10 hours of sleep shared between these past two days, and my eyes seem to be infected again! They get really red, not exactly itchy but more like really sore. Hope it heals soon. Sometimes I scare myself looking at how red it is when i look in a mirror, like a devil u knows? so scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And a friend of mine (shall not mention who) has just messaged me and told me about a dream she had. In it, I died. Well! I mean, such things do happen right? I mean, no i didn't die in real life, but death is well, very much a reality. And with about three people whom I know experiencing the loss of a loved one this week, I can imagine how a great an impact a death can be to an organisation, a friendship, a family... But rest assured, when God decides it is time to go, then we can rest in the blessed assurance that we will be with Him in paradise. So to my friend who had that morbid dream about me, I just want to let you know that i have no intention to 'go', so rest assured that if God allows it, i'm here to stay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, please don't assume that i've died if you don't see me in church this sunday. No, i would not have left for gloryland, I would be at the Esplanade for the annual Army Half Marathon and the Sheares Bridge Run. Any other churchies going for the run? Btw it's compulsory for me so haha, can't lead Band A this week i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for PTL and the November Youth Rally! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-115630979440162399?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115630979440162399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=115630979440162399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/115630979440162399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/115630979440162399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Hill'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-115341147221888724</id><published>2006-07-20T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:05:32.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all but for a brief moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, a HUGE thank you to Angel who redid my blog while I was in camp. It's refreshing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just update bout myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been up and down lately. Camp. Let's talk about camp. The downside is that my workload has been so busy lately, and it's hard to find joy doing work you don't enjoy doing, and you didn't choose to do. Don't get me wrong, i love my country, but the people running it need a lot more prayer. The brightside however, is that i have about 5 more months before i ORD!, which if i may even say so, praise God for! I'll be honest, i hate that place! Oh well, just endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe i haven't blogged since my KL trip! So much has been happening, like how i went to catch Singapore Idol at Caldecott Hill, or how my family had a mega-celebration celebrating all our birthdays in one day at a restaurant with a $500 bill and the plate the size of a car wheel but serving size of an eraser, or how i have been hanging out with friends having fun at the KTV, or how we went to watch Baybeats at the Esplanade, and etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINT IS... i've not been in the best shape recently, be it healthwise or in my spiritual life. Been out late these days, and i just feel so tired after a long day of work and play. It's tough, especially on some days you don't see your family at all. Aaron's gone back to Canberra and Andrew's soon to go. I'm gonna be lonely again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why sometimes i feel down, but i just do. I'm trying to pick my life back up after one huge fall, but i know it's not gonna be easy. I gotta thank Angel for encouraging me when i was down. She brought me to the lyrics of the song "Praise You in this Storm" by Casting Crowns, ironically cos i sent the song to her. But the song says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure by now God you would have reached down&lt;br /&gt;and wiped our tears away,&lt;br /&gt;stepped in and saved the day.&lt;br /&gt;But once again, I say amen&lt;br /&gt;that it's still raining&lt;br /&gt;as the thunder rolls&lt;br /&gt;I barely hear your whisper through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;and as your mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;I raise my hands and praise&lt;br /&gt;the God who gives and takes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And i'll praise you in this storm&lt;br /&gt;and i will lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;that you are who you are&lt;br /&gt;no matter where I am&lt;br /&gt;and every tear I've cried&lt;br /&gt;you hold in your hand&lt;br /&gt;you never left my side&lt;br /&gt;and though my heart is torn&lt;br /&gt;I will praise you in this storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I stumbled in the wind&lt;br /&gt;you heard my cry you raised me up again&lt;br /&gt;my strength is almost gone how can I carry on&lt;br /&gt;if I can't find you&lt;br /&gt;and as the thunder rolls&lt;br /&gt;I barely hear you whisper through the rain&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;and as your mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;I raise my hands and praise&lt;br /&gt;the God who gives and takes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my eyes unto the hills&lt;br /&gt;where does my help come from?&lt;br /&gt;My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth&lt;br /&gt;I lift my eyes unto the hills&lt;br /&gt;where does my help come from?&lt;br /&gt;My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess, there is a God afterall huh? Lord, i know You're there, and i know that while i'm here ranting about how much my life is down the longkang, YOU have a bigger more enriching masterplan for my life, my architect, my designer. Perhaps you could be my dietician or my fashion consultant too? I will now always trust Your decisions for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-115341147221888724?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115341147221888724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=115341147221888724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/115341147221888724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/115341147221888724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-but-for-brief-moment.html' title='all but for a brief moment'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-115330409761363540</id><published>2006-07-19T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:14:57.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INVASION.</title><content type='html'>guest blogger: &lt;a href="http://potsandkisses.blogspot.com"&gt;angel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yeahh. jon hasnt update for one whole month. so im here to well. keep this place alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;army banned blogger so he cant blog since he is like. in there more than half the time. sad somehow, but everyone's happy for him that he's getting out in like. 5 months. (woah thats fast.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still could remember the time when mochaholic was first born and we were both starting poly. and then this that that this happened. and i got kicked out. *pouts. fine it was a good thing somewhat. cos he had his space to blog all he wants. and you can the change of his blogging style. from word diarrhoea to nice refined pieces, and now to photologs. (: yayy jon im prouda you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess these are the stuffs that changes with time, but im glad there are stuffs that dont change with time. stuffs like friendships, plus minus distance and time apart. and things money cant buy. things like. time spent together, time yakking on the phone together, the bond between. the words that doesnt need to be spoken. the smiles that say a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayyeee. hahaa. yes i love you dear brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no im not here to start a little love fest. (they hardly follow through anyway) but im here to say. i dont know whether you'll like this new layout. its awfully minimalistic. (that seems to be all im doing these days anyway. take any the clutter man !) but i like that picture of that guy at the front. (: like you when you play the guitar. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayee. since i didnt get you a bday present. this is it. &lt;br /&gt;i know lah. cheapolata. but okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 20th and nearly 1 month birthday !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now start blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone else. please continue bugging him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and mochaholic is officially recruiting guest bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIIGHTS. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-115330409761363540?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115330409761363540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=115330409761363540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/115330409761363540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/115330409761363540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/07/invasion.html' title='INVASION.'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-115150997362036998</id><published>2006-06-28T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:52:53.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic2/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic2/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-115150997362036998?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115150997362036998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=115150997362036998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/115150997362036998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/115150997362036998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-115099273337867087</id><published>2006-06-22T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:16:51.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-115099273337867087?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115099273337867087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=115099273337867087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/115099273337867087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/115099273337867087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-115027573218035261</id><published>2006-06-14T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:02:12.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>hey guys! i'm back, i'm back! No, i didn't go anywhere like Angel went to cambodia. My exams ended today, and i'm well, exhausted. It'll take a good few days for me to recuperate and catch up on SLEEP. Gah! I haven't had a good sleep in days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, more picture uploads in the future. Right now i just wanna blog a quick blog and relac-one-corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see you guys in church/camp/dreams, and God bless ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-115027573218035261?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/115027573218035261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=115027573218035261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/115027573218035261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/115027573218035261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-114822795584631824</id><published>2006-05-22T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T00:12:35.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic2/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic2/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-114822795584631824?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114822795584631824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=114822795584631824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114822795584631824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114822795584631824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-114745528467521162</id><published>2006-05-13T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T01:34:44.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>westside story</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y70/bluebex/jon.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-114745528467521162?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114745528467521162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=114745528467521162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114745528467521162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114745528467521162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/05/westside-story.html' title='westside story'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-114701569723552639</id><published>2006-05-07T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:28:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in his world, he is king.</title><content type='html'>- by guest blogger angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jon would like me to convey this message to every loyal reader he has that. he's busy. so he cant blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it came around like. i told him to blog but he said he's busy. and so he asked me to blog for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's see. what happened today. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jon went for class in the morning and he came into the service after lord's supper. we saved a seat for him but due to miscommunication he ended up at the other side of the hall, when well. we meant that we saved a seat at the other end of the &lt;strong&gt;row&lt;/strong&gt;, not the &lt;strong&gt;hall&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh well. we went for lunchh at potong. and after we went back to church while he studied. or at least. try to. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh. its quite sad. but ohh well. no lahh there's much more stuff but im lazy to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's continue waiting for jon to blog a real blog post shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehh. come back jon come back !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-114701569723552639?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114701569723552639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=114701569723552639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114701569723552639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114701569723552639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-his-world-he-is-king.html' title='in his world, he is king.'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-114658885791776260</id><published>2006-05-03T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:54:17.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-114658885791776260?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114658885791776260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=114658885791776260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114658885791776260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114658885791776260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-114606606700207241</id><published>2006-04-26T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:41:07.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to normal blogging</title><content type='html'>i've been so busy this past week, work in camp, work from school. It's really crazy. And well, i haven't had the chance to take many interesting photos, so i'll leave the photo blogging for another time - perhaps when i come back from penang on monday? Haha. well, i am really excited about this short weekend trip. Going with some relatives and cousins, and going to visit more aunties and uncles as well as my granny. And oh all that food. Be sure to check by for my trip report, and hopefully lots of nice pics too! Til then, take care~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-114606606700207241?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114606606700207241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=114606606700207241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114606606700207241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114606606700207241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-to-normal-blogging.html' title='back to normal blogging'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-114563473187070620</id><published>2006-04-21T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:54:53.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic3/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic2/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-114536503135144205?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114536503135144205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=114536503135144205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114536503135144205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114536503135144205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-114503900663937274</id><published>2006-04-15T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T02:23:26.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic2/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic2/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-114503900663937274?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114503900663937274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=114503900663937274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114503900663937274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114503900663937274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-114433854345831657</id><published>2006-04-06T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T23:49:03.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic2/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic2/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-114433854345831657?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114433854345831657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=114433854345831657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114433854345831657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114433854345831657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-114433475406437566</id><published>2006-04-06T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:45:54.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wanted to post this long time ago but my photoshop just suddenly hung and closed so i decided to postpone the post... (swear word)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-114433475406437566?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114433475406437566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=114433475406437566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114433475406437566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114433475406437566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/04/wanted-to-post-this-long-time-ago-but.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-114354732745807193</id><published>2006-03-28T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T20:02:07.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-114354732745807193?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114354732745807193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=114354732745807193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114354732745807193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114354732745807193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-114311518325932852</id><published>2006-03-23T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:59:43.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic/5.jpg"&gt;Oh my...i wonder what she is eating! Is that an APPLE??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-114311518325932852?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114311518325932852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=114311518325932852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114311518325932852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114311518325932852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-114294122238298865</id><published>2006-03-21T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T19:40:22.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-114286830135167924?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114286830135167924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=114286830135167924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114286830135167924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114286830135167924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-114278392913728542</id><published>2006-03-19T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:20:47.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-114278392913728542?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114278392913728542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=114278392913728542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114278392913728542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114278392913728542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-114252170378880823</id><published>2006-03-16T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:21:03.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-114252170378880823?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114252170378880823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=114252170378880823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114252170378880823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114252170378880823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-114173270036874317</id><published>2006-03-07T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T19:59:35.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madness, i haven't blogged in ages!</title><content type='html'>Ah well, the past few weeks had been good - generally anyway. The Worship Academy has been running two weeks now. To me, it's such a joy to just be able to learn more about music as part of my worship. And it's even better, cos i'm doing it with my closest church buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni's also started again, and what lousy days for classes too. Friday nights, and Sunday mornings. I mean, what unearthly timings man! That means no more hanging out on Friday nights anymore, no more badminton and no more clubbing or movies. Oh wait, actually clubbing's after 10pm so Hmmmm... but i won't wanna lug my books and uniform around! It's so... unglam. Aiyah clubbing's out lah. And no more YF for me on Sundays, and late attendance for service. Think i should look for a Saturday church? Anyone wanna come with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been playing more badminton nowadays. I simply love the sport! And i'm kinda picking up some tennis as well, and a funny piece of advice that i was given was that i had to lose all my knowledge of badminton in order to play tennis well. Hmmm, some food for though eh? Ah well, no harm trying anyway. Maybe one day i'll be (askdhfkasdhfkasjd) number one (&lt;-- Gold 90.5 ad, geddit?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, things are beginning to pick up for me. 9 more months to ORD! Can kiss army goodbye after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, saw a movie with my folks last night. Caught the 9pm MUNICH, which i had no idea was a freakin 3 hr show! BUT... it was a fantastic show, it was. The plot was not winding or draggy, not overly straight forward either, but at a very comfortable pace. The only uncomfortable thing about the whole experience was that my seats were way too narrow!! My knees were all aching after the 3 hrs. Jurong Point cinemas aren't very big. But hey, go watch it! I give it 4 out of 5 popcorns. Oh, but be warned, it's rated M18 for gory and sexual scenes (but what have we not seen anyway?). And the cinema attendant asked to check my IC! What the?! Don't i look old enough?? Okay, at least she's not implying i look old for my age, so i shall gracefully forgive her and accept her comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, thank u guys for prompting me to blog. I know i do wanna blog, but i've been so busy that i sometimes lose interest in blogging and i just end up not doing it. But well, here's one blog entry, specially devoted to my blog readers. Take care guys, and God bless u all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-114173270036874317?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/114173270036874317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=114173270036874317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114173270036874317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/114173270036874317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/03/madness-i-havent-blogged-in-ages.html' title='madness, i haven&apos;t blogged in ages!'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113993092970334987</id><published>2006-02-14T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:37:40.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days and Valentine's</title><content type='html'>Well, past few days had been eventful. From chingay to jamming projects to andrew leaving for australia. It's really all so sudden, like whoosh! and then all is calm again. It's not such a bad thing ya know? I spose i'd get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/1600/Image(653).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/320/Image%28653%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and i know this pic is pretty random, but i think that it has got to be the STOOPIDEST i have ever seen. Let this be a lesson to you about the woes of miscommunication. As you can guess this picture was taken in the gents. The ironic thing (if u haven't guessed by now) is that they want toilet users to aim straight into the bowl, and not ahem, on the right side of the bowl! As you can imagine, the signboard wasn't very effective at all, with drips and draps of urine on the right side of the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the more disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to see much chingay that day, so instead of going to see the floats, they came to see me - literally! Well, they were transporting them from one area to the other and happened to be passing by upper serangoon road where i also happened to be, so i had a crowd-free chingay floats parade! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/1600/Image(649).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/200/Image%28649%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/1600/Image(650).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/200/Image%28650%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/1600/Image(651).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/200/Image%28651%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i also mention that Valentine's Day is a day of parades? Well, that's when girls who have it (or not), flaunt it! Well, i'd been observing the scenery this particular day, and noticed an increase in the number of girls dressing up, trying to look hot and sexy. Well, that's valentine's day for someone who has no valentine (bleah)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113993092970334987?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113993092970334987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113993092970334987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113993092970334987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113993092970334987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/02/days-and-valentines.html' title='Days and Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113897993151556088</id><published>2006-02-03T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T01:57:20.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life in pictures</title><content type='html'>I just watched FEARLESS, the Jet Li movie. Not bad, a bit like that geisha flik, a lot of talking and philosophy, but nonetheless an entertaining movie. I give it 3.5 popcorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been meaning to update this blog since before new year, but havent got the chance to do so, cos my stupid compaq committed suicide (got my new desktop liao :)). But you know what? I dont think you'll like to read so much words right? A picture paints a thousand words, so HERE IT IS! A photo journey of my past few days. Enjoy!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/1600/bubus%20hse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/320/bubus%20hse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/1600/bubus%20hse%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/320/bubus%20hse%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/1600/bubus%20hse%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://h1.ripway.com/mochaholic/fishing08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my grandma's house. It's uber huge. TCS has filmed chinese dramas there before. To me, it brings back fond memories of my childhood, where i used to play, as well as where my father grew up. I just can't express how much this place means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had new year gathering there, and we had very good food, all cooked in-house by my relatives, including the traditional Shanghainese nian gao, steamed fish, abalone, and suckling pig! I didn't take any pictures during the dinner simply because &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm not very close to my paternal side of the family&lt;/span&gt;. But anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/1600/party%20world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/200/party%20world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/1600/KTV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/200/KTV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This has got to be one of the best new year i've ever had. Ang Pows aside, i found myself spending a lot more time with my relatives (maternal), getting to know my aunties and uncles better. We went to Party World KTV and had great fun, and even went to watch Memoirs of a Geisha. Just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the sun, the sand and the sea. Went fishing at Sembawang with andrew, cheryl, janna and wesley. Wesley being the pro, was the only one who caught a fish that day, a nice leatherjacket. Too bad it was too small to keep, so we released it back into the sea. Shall i say that it was a lousy fishing spot? Haha was told that changi's a little better, but c'mon, whoever's heard of good fishing in Singapore anyways?? One day we'll go visit a kelong yea?? That day was fun. We got out of the house at 7 plus and we fished til about 4 plus. The sun was so hot that we were all sunburnt! My skin was pink and it started peeling today. Not a pretty sight, but thank God for aloe vera.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/1600/fishing%2002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/200/fishing%2002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/200/fishing%2004.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/1600/fishing%2008.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/320/fishing%2008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/1600/fishing%2012.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/200/fishing%2012.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/1600/fishing%2016.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1405/423/200/fishing%2016.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i hope to add more pics to my future blog posts. But til then, please feel encouraged to add a comment or tag my board. God bless you all, and a belated Happy Spring Festival! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113897993151556088?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113897993151556088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113897993151556088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113897993151556088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113897993151556088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-in-pictures.html' title='life in pictures'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113828615575951514</id><published>2006-01-26T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:35:55.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bubu rawks! I love bubu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bubu's actually my Shanghainese grandmother. Went over to her place today and well, she's doing okay. And she was all smiles when we came (meaning that we really don't visit her enough that each visit becomes "special") which shouldn't be the case, but nonetheless, i was happy to see her too. And as much as there's not a lot of communication between us, i'm just comforted to know she loves me, by putting lots of food in front of me and asking me if i want this or that. There's really nothing like a mother, and a grandmother's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my limited mandarin, i try to tell her things about me. I want her to know that she's still very much a part of my life. And did i mention her smoked chicken's awesome? Deelicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, more updates on my bubu after new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had duty yesterday, and i watched this vcd called "The Way Home". It's in Korean, but with english and mandarin subtitles. The story's about this city boy who visits his mute grandmother for the first time, who lives in a rural village. The show is slow-moving and touching. It's just awesome to see how the boy who at first hated his grandmother, ended up loving her and caring for her. It's truly an awesome flik! I recommend it to anyone who wants an artistic film that's oozing with meaning. I give it 5 popcorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, kept thinking today was Friday, but sigh, it's thursday. But today wasn't actually such a bad day, unlike other days in camp. I've been fairly stressed and all, but i just don't often show it. I think that eversince i tried to control my temper and emotions, i ended up bottling it up instead. I dunno. But i'm fine, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year folks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113828615575951514?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113828615575951514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113828615575951514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113828615575951514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113828615575951514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/bubu-rawks-i-love-bubu.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113809622154803287</id><published>2006-01-24T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:50:21.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lunch today was good. We went to Little India and ate with our hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113809622154803287?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113809622154803287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113809622154803287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113809622154803287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113809622154803287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/lunch-today-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113794268844402375</id><published>2006-01-22T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:11:28.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing is sound</title><content type='html'>i feel like crying. The world's playing with my emotions, happy, sad, laughing, crying, singing, whining, excited, demoralized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lonely even in the company of many. what's wrong with me? am i losing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i become numb to this feeling....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113794268844402375?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113794268844402375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113794268844402375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113794268844402375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113794268844402375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/nothing-is-sound.html' title='nothing is sound'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113780884921157321</id><published>2006-01-21T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:02:51.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheat my feelings....</title><content type='html'>that driving tester lor. Throughout the test he was so calm and smiling and happy. Then when the test was over and at the briefing room where he will tell you whether you passed or failed, he tells you all your good points, comments that it wasn't bad driving, then he tells you "but you'll have to do it again", and then he tells you areas to look out for. I was like... O...K.... quite erm... dots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine la, try again in april. Looks like i won't get to try my parent's new car so soon huh? (or would i?) Headed back to camp around 6 something in the evening, which was highly unusual. Had some unfinished work that was due the next day. Me and my colleague ended up staying until 2 plus in the morning! Craziness. I'm just glad that the big bosses were happy with our work the next day. Thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was a very eventful day in camp. Lots of bad things happened. Like people getting charged and all? It becomes a whole office affair and i ended up staying in camp later than usual. Was dead hungry lor! Sigh, event after event, day after day, makes a very tiring week. Was so dead beat that i went to sleep at 9 plus at night, and got up this morning around 8am. More than enough recharging of my battery eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one last thing. Add a comment or tag my board lehh......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113780884921157321?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113780884921157321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113780884921157321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113780884921157321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113780884921157321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/cheat-my-feelings.html' title='cheat my feelings....'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113759808488527444</id><published>2006-01-18T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:28:04.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DRIVING TEST TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pls pray for me...i really want to pass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113759808488527444?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113759808488527444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113759808488527444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113759808488527444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113759808488527444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/driving-test-tomorrow-pls-pray-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113732747309967658</id><published>2006-01-15T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T20:17:57.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For lack of a better title</title><content type='html'>Ahhh! I'm totally addicted to acoustic version of Switchfoot's "Stars". OMGoodness OMGoodness luv it luv it luv it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh Weee i think i'm a little bonkers right now. Sucha boring afternoon. Okay morning was fine. Led with me dad on stage during service today. Here's the weirdest thing probably nobody knew, that i was literally &lt;strong&gt;shaking&lt;/strong&gt; when it came to 'One Way'. Shaking as in like vibrating and uttering and totally nerve wrecked! I dunno what came over me, but i was so uber nervous lor! Felt like just squatting down heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather today was utterly HOT! After 6 days of non-stop rain, God finally decided to give us sunshine! Okay, praise God for the sunshine, but it was way too hot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... few more days before we get our new car! Yay! Im gonna miss our toyota...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, been too slack for comfort these past days. Hung out with army buddies for 'cohesion' on friday. Had one hell of a good time. Didn't drink ;) But did drop by Acid Bar to see some friends, and i must say, WOW, what a fantastic band that performed that night. Know what's my dream? I wanna sing in a bar like Acid Bar. Yah i do. Or if i'm not good enough i might just settle for busking along orchard road. Anyone up to do it with me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh man, now i'm gonna talk about this new year. And i'm totally like... 15 days late! (does my writing make me sound like a himbo?? Goodness i'll stop...) So anyway, i can just feel the pressure building up. I'm gonna be expecting more work in the office, and yet another semester of uni is going to start again! On top of that, church commitments are still around, like another term of Worship Academy and maybe Masterlife 4. I dunno if i can take it or not. And that's not the worst part. PIMPLES! Gahh! hate em. Mine's stress related by the way. Sigh, don't react too well to stress do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to all who actually noticed i was at a low point in life the past few days and showed concern, i really just wanna say a big thankyou. Now i know who my real friends are. i thank God for you guys. U guys rawk!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... had a lot to say just now but when i actually come down to blogging it it just bursts away like a flock of butterflies. K lah, at least managed to write enough to consider a 'long entry' rite? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, catch ya'll around the week. Stay cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113732747309967658?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113732747309967658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113732747309967658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113732747309967658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113732747309967658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-lack-of-better-title.html' title='For lack of a better title'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113704984775612230</id><published>2006-01-12T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:17:24.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>small. alone. scared. insecure. lonely. depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. i've lost everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113704984775612230?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113704984775612230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113704984775612230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113704984775612230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113704984775612230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/small.html' title=''/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113704933918179367</id><published>2006-01-12T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:02:19.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interest Free</title><content type='html'>It's my first post of the new year. Kinda weird huh? It's like i've totally lost interest in blogging. But then again, i realised that i have kinda lost interest in everything that i do! fantastic rite? I dunno, the past few days in camp have been stressful. I hate camp life. I've never been this down in all my years. I feel depressed. And the worst part is that all around you, people are all making progress, and you can't help but think, "Hey, you're getting old. Step aside".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, i'm down with a fever today so i took MC. Wish i could say more, but there's just so much bottled inside, i don't know where to start. I think i'll just keep quiet. I don't need nobody's sympathy. I'll just dig a hole and bury my head in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113704933918179367?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113704933918179367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113704933918179367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113704933918179367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113704933918179367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2006/01/interest-free.html' title='Interest Free'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113599847826956011</id><published>2005-12-31T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:24:11.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... i meant to blog this a long time ago but didn't get the chance to, so here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i spent most of last friday in church. Met the rest of the W-comm peeps at 9am and we bought breakfast from i think was "Cloves and Garlic"? or sumthing like that. 10 kosong and 10 egg prada (excuse the lame joke)... OK we got them 20 pratas okay?? And well, we had "Breakfast with Band C" and it was great. The committee managed to accomplish the first objective, and that was to know our band members better, as we felt that to know how they can gel and improve you gotta know them. So anyway i thought breakfast with them was great. After that we jammed with them in Grace I hall. Erm, i hope i (or the comm) didn't scare you guys or made you upset, but we really meant well k? We love u guys very much, every single one. And well, just to see u all having fun praising God melts our heart to bits. And i must say, i am personally very very extremely proud of this little band. They're so young, but yet they know what pleases the Lord, and they really just wanna make music. Love em. Youngest band in YF ever i think. History makers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that afternoon a few of us attended a youth leadership training thing. It was well, long, but none the less, quite the quintessential for an effective ministry. We learned a lot, and i was glad it wasn't all sitting and listening, but also hands on group activities. Relatively fun. Then there was a BBQ at night. Didn't eat much cos BBQ food doesn't really appeal to me. I ended up playing hours of badminton, and i really sweated my guts out. What a workout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent mainly with family. Had fun with them and it was really great hanging out with Aaron again (He left yesterday night btw). Had dinner with family at Secret Recipe before rushing over to church cos Angel suddenly announced that i was to lead the youths in 2 songs, One Way and Til I See You. One Way was nicely done, as usual. Great song. Meaningful and catchy. Anybody can sing it~! John 14:6, "I am the Way and the Truth and the Life". Then the other song, Til I See You, personally i find is a bleahh song. Well, no issues bout the lyrics, they're OKay, if you get what i mean. But seriously, of all songs, why that song?? But ah it wasn't bad, it was OKay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT that wasn't the only weird thing i heard that night. Shan't mention names, but a certain someone announced that we youths like to repeat songs a thousand times. I wonder what he meant by that? I mean, why not? When you are having an intimate time with God, why rush into the next song? Just enjoy the moment with Him, repeat the same words to Him. Afterall, it's not man you're trying to please right? Anyway, such comments were uncalled for. Goes to show how people can be so shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm apalled....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113599847826956011?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113599847826956011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113599847826956011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113599847826956011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113599847826956011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113576005028276949</id><published>2005-12-28T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T16:54:10.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas this year came and went. In fact, i only started my Christmas shopping on Christmas eve! But this year for me is somewhat different, in that ive spent a lot more money on other people. Total spending on gifts for friends and family come to about $150. Is that a lot? I dunno lah. But like they say, give and you will receive. And really, i thank all my friends for their gifts. So touching. I luv u all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Christmas is not about gifts. It's about remembering the birth of Jesus Christ! So at this, a huge shoutout to Jesus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy B'day Jesus!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113576005028276949?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113576005028276949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113576005028276949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113576005028276949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113576005028276949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113536106905114374</id><published>2005-12-24T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:04:29.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kurismasu Omedetogozaimasu !</title><content type='html'>AGAIN! Am i really trying to kill myself here, cos i'm really not having enough sleep! Arrgh! But thankfully the holidays are here, and boy am i going to take this opportunity to 'pig-ify' myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday we went out to celebrate Portia's birthday. Was okay to say the least, but i had to leave early cos i had a BBQ at wong's. I had awesome fun at the BBQ. The food was good, and i got to know the rest of the guys better. We played table tennis and drank as well. Overall quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after that went by fairly quickly. For the first time last Wednesday, i went to Zouk! Went with army buddies. At the club, they had mambo music on, and i never thought i'd actually enjoy such music. Well, it was loud and smoky, but the atmosphere was breathtaking! (excuse the pun). Well, i had fun to say the least. And the whole place was packed! So okay, i didn't stay as long as my friends did (they stayed til 4am plus). I left close to 2. At first because i only had 3 hours of sleep the night before (talking on phone to dwong), plus having drank a bit too much (we played those drinking games), i finally gave up and cabbed home. Well, i could walk straight, and i was still sane (whew). It's just the crazy thumping in my brain, and i really needed some rest. So yeah. Many thanks to my friend edward for being very caring and taking care of me in my sorry state (heh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day i was on duty in camp. It was long and boring, and i fought hard with my eyelids not to fall asleep. Rented 5 VCDs from VideoEzy; watched 3 in the afternoon alone, 2 of which are arty farty ones, 'Not One Less' and 'Japanese Story'. I enjoyed them both entirely. The third one i saw was 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy', which i must comment is a really lame and funny British humor kind of movie. Get what i mean? It's really creative though. I mean, who would've thought of such an ingenius plot! And i love the music in the film. The cutest song IMO was the one sung by the dolphins, 'Farewell and thanks for all the fish'. It was hilarious! Okay, two more yet to be seen, 'The Pacifier' and 'Ned Kelly'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended duty today (friday) and the rest of the day in camp passed by fairly quickly. Today our nicest officer was on leave, but he came all the way back to camp with a chicken he cooked by himself! It was supposed to be turkey, but it was too big for the few of us anyway, so we stuck with chicken. Well, it was pretty good and tasty, with stuffing and gravy and all. Then after a while, i don't know how the convo changed to the topic of Christianity. Well, i'll be honest (since this is my blog), but i won't mention any names (for fear of being sued). I am a Christian. I am proud to be a Christian. I love being a Christian. I love God. And i can't stand people who are hypocrites. Some people claim to know a lot about Christianity just cuz they're related to someone who is one, but then says out all the bad stuff about it, and worse still, influence others to see down upon it as well. And IN FRONT OF ME. Don't get me wrong, you're a nice guy, and you're definately the nicest officer around. But there is a limit to what i can take. I mean, in front of me, you were talking about how Christianity is the only religion that is not worshipping idols, and then you say that's what you hate about it. I don't understand, but for me, i refuse to bow down to anything from the work of my own hands. And then you carry on saying that we are the only ones who passionately evangelise to the public. Well, fine, i can't influence or force you to not feel annoyed at street evangelisers. Thinking about it, our world is so commercialised that even if something good came our way in the form of street activity, i too would be annoyed. What i'm saying is that, i will not force you to believe in my God, or even condemn you for any of your actions that i stand against, but i am more than willing to tell you more about my God, if you want to know more. And for goodness' sake, don't insult my God in front of me, cos my face don't wanna hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been away from home so often, i actually haven't seen my family for couple of days! Our family Christmas dinner (it's our family tradition) was a day earlier this year. It was today! Which means i got my pressies early too! Well, nothing big and spectecular like last year (got a Zen Micro), but somehow, this year was better. Better in the sense that the gifts, though not big or expensive, was from the heart. Well, my brother andrew gave me a Switchfoot CD, something i'd been wanting for so long now. And that really made my day. I can finally strike it off my material wishlist. See, i rarely receive gifts from my own family, so i guess this is really special to me. Thanks andrew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah! One last thing before i log off. Heh. Was quite funny that on our way to my uncle's place for dinner, we were talking about a crustacean platter from cold's storage. We somehow got carried away and the crustacean platter became a Castration platter!! EEeeewwWW! Grosss!!! But haha, hope that made you smile :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113536106905114374?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113536106905114374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113536106905114374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113536106905114374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113536106905114374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/kurismasu-omedetogozaimasu.html' title='Kurismasu Omedetogozaimasu !'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113480846144989398</id><published>2005-12-17T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T16:34:21.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>The last two days saw me sharing only ten hours of sleep. Well, as some of you already know, my brother aaron has just come back from brisbane for the Christmas holidays. It's good to have him back. The three brothers are once again three! Haha! But aiyah, he said that at the airport duty-free he didn't see any promotions on Absolut Vodka. Funny, cos just few weeks ago when i came back from China, i saw them selling a big bottle of Absolut for only $22. Cold Storage Holland V sells it for $77 lor! Can you imagine? Rats lah, should have bought. Now my BBQ this sunday will just have to stick to soft drinks mixed with beer. Ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had band prac this morning. I didn't feel so good or happy. I won't lie, but this hasn't been the best of rehearsals i've had. Well, no one in particular to blame, but the whole band just felt dry and draggy. Mmm..ok lah, i take blame lah ok? Besides, worship isn't about the music - It's what's expressed from man to God. So why was i so dissatisfied with it this morning? Well, let's just say that i'm only human. Sigh, band members, if i had pressured you too much, my apologies k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, today's a boring saturday. Don't know why, but it seems to have come down to a point where if i were to sit down and think about what to do on a saturday afternoon, i wouldn't have an answer. Weather's too rainy to go out, and internet's no fun. I've no inspiration to read, cook, do the laundry, clean my room, or design anything. It's just, dead. Yeah. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna help me? Haha well, i've been trying to look for guitar tabs for Jay Chou's "Ye Qu". Tabs as in, not the chords, but the acoustic guitar plucking bit, a la intro. So yeah, if you happen to find it, do let me know where you found it yeah? Thanks in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, buggering off now. Ceeya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113480846144989398?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113480846144989398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113480846144989398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113480846144989398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113480846144989398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113370838113419529</id><published>2005-12-04T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:59:45.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please</title><content type='html'>It's so hard being the third-party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be disclosing much in this entry, but information on how i feel is enough for those involved to understand what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, i just want you all to know that i'm having a real tough time dealing with people such as my mother, who thinks that it's my fault that after such a long time, the parties have not reconciled. And the fact is that she has already made up her mind that "he's" not in the wrong and that i'm not being suppostive of own blood! Truth is, i take a very neutral stand on this, and that even though blood is thicker than water, i still believe that it takes two hands to clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINT IS... (to put it bluntly) you all just get your act together and stop being childish and stop this nonsense lah can or not har can or not???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Feel better now :) thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113370838113419529?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113370838113419529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113370838113419529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113370838113419529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113370838113419529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/please.html' title='please'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113369548272733693</id><published>2005-12-04T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:24:42.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things</title><content type='html'>My blog has got to be one of the more unpopular ones around, these days. Bah, then again, i don't even have the time to blog as often as i did. I'm just so busy nowadays, i don't even have enough time to clean up my room! It's true, we all get so caught up with things in life, our hopes and cares, that we don't leave any time for what matters more in life, like talking to one another. I wish we all could just spare a little more time for one another. Maybe i'll make that my new year's resolution for 2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today dwong and i led worship in YF, something we both have not done in a long time. It just reminds me a lot about the old days where we used to do it together more often. But i guess now each time we do it together, it's more special. Haha i had fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is CBC's 48 Birthday too! Wheee! They had cake in church too. But just the thought about being so blessed these 48 years is really something to behold, that God has been so good and so faithful all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, yesterday i tagged along someone to one of those big churches in Singapore. Well, seems i'm in no position to judge, but my own conviction is that some things are just totally unnecessary, extravagant, and worse still, unGod-centred. Hmmm, well, it had a putting green for golf, couple of cafes with LCD TVs casting soccer matches, a SWIMMING POOL and a worship service that glorifies it's own people more than God. Well, to me, in my own conviction, that's super unnecessary and extravagant, and wrong! In fact, the whole atmosphere of the place seems to be more like a social or country club rather than a church! People, people, are we losing our focus here? How will the non-believers view us, and how will they react to the message like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of this. Anyway, it seems like no one even read my previous post bout my mission trip. And again, sigh, my blog has lost it's once popularity. Think it needs some kind of a revamp. I'm sick of this layout already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113369548272733693?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113369548272733693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113369548272733693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113369548272733693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113369548272733693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/things.html' title='things'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113353188413915622</id><published>2005-12-02T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T22:01:03.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Asia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/120164/IMG_0197B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-5/120164/IMG_0197B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Judith and I with new friends we made on the trip!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few days since i came back from my East Asia trip. Wow, i'm overwhelmed. This was a great trip. A lot of this trip required me to really put my faith in God, that He will provide, and that He is in control of every situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me to even be able to go on this trip, is in itself a step of faith. Before i made the decision to go on this trip, i did not have enough to pay for the trip. But still, i felt God's prompting and the peace only He could give. This was my greenlight to go. So i said, yes Lord, if You send me, i will go. My finances were all provided for finally through blessings from significant individuals in my life, friends placed in my life for a greater purpose. To those special friends, thank YOU for giving to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was there, i won't deny that there were things that stood in the way, including less desirable living conditions as well as surfacing tensions among team members, but that didn't concern me that much. I was wholly grateful that this trip was somewhat different from my first trip in 2000 (Myanmar), where there were "other" disturbances in the way. This trip however, was fairly straightforward, and in each circumstance, we just knew that He was in control. I'm ever so grateful. We visited places we never thought we would visit. It really is an eye-opener for me and the team as well. We in Singapore are truly very fortunate. Be grateful of what you have right now, and be thankful for your freedom to worship, where it is against the law elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But throughout the trip, there were many instances which reminded me of songs we used to sing in church, such as "All For Love", as in those circumstances, God spoke to me using songs. What a blessing! I truly am blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, i'd love to tell you more tales from the far east when we meet face to face. But i am truly glad to be back, with my friends, family, and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113353188413915622?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113353188413915622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113353188413915622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113353188413915622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113353188413915622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2005/12/east-asia.html' title='East Asia'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113253936764100908</id><published>2005-11-21T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T10:16:07.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage!</title><content type='html'>Hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings from Judith and I, at the airport waiting to board our flight to East Asia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, from the both of us, we just wanna thank all those who saw us off at the airport this morning. We are all very touched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please just continue to keep us in prayer. And DO MISS US!!! Hahaha... we will miss u all very much too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care ya'll. God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-JON-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113253936764100908?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113253936764100908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113253936764100908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113253936764100908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113253936764100908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2005/11/bon-voyage.html' title='Bon Voyage!'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113213963830434675</id><published>2005-11-16T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T19:13:58.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>I NEED A NEW COMPUTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'll be lucky if i manage to type and post this post before my computer dies again. Seriously, it just died on me twice last night! And it lags big time! What a wuss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been such a long time since i last updated. A million apologies to those who have checked back only to find a post from the yestermonth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last monday, few of us army guys went to celebrate a birthday. We went to Marche and i spent a whopping 30 bucks! I had a mini rosti, a sauteed mushroom salad with a garlic sausage, a decaffeinated mocha, some bread pudding and some waffle with a really good passionfruit Movenpick ice-cream. I must say, that has got to be one of the most satisfying meals in a very long time. We played pool at Lucky Plaza after that, and i got home around midnight. A very fun night that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, MAJ Ben gave me one cup noodles. It was some Korean brand, and it was really REALLY the BEST cup noodles i have ever eaten. The kimchi flavor wasn't overly sour, yet it retained it's tangy flavor. And the noodles were just right, not crispy yet not soggy either. I rate it 5 out of 5 pairs of chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Wednesday. Well, i can't comment much about today except that it was similar to most other days here at camp. Bah, can't wait to ORD. I have about a year and a half left to complete. Well, i can't say that army life is all sorrow though. I have never really seen myself taking such a keen interest in observing a healthy diet as well as regular exercise, so that's gotta be a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly with my uni life. It's not much different from poly life, but it's much more stressful in a way because i am both studying and working. And i remember telling myself once before when i was still doing mass comm at Ngee Ann, that i've never worked this hard before. Well, think that sentence fits with my current life better now. I've seriously never really worked my ass off so hard before. My pimple outbreak last work season was crazy. Thankfully i never really seem to get any white hair. However, i did notice that i'm beginning to see more tea bags under my eyes. I have an average of 6 hours of sleep per day, but the teabags never really show except these past few days. Gotta do something huh i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's dinner time and i gotta log off now. So, thank u for reading all the way to the end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113213963830434675?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113213963830434675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113213963830434675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113213963830434675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113213963830434675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2005/11/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-113041589647672907</id><published>2005-10-27T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T20:24:56.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Over (finally)</title><content type='html'>EXAMS OVER FINALLY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so relieved! I can't believe it, but my exams are finally over for the year! And i won't have classes again till around feb march next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been slogging over books these past few nights. Now i sit at home, and i don't know what to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'll try to be more consistent with my updating now. And yes, i will continue to pray for u guys who are still have exams. Jia You orh! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-113041589647672907?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/113041589647672907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=113041589647672907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113041589647672907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/113041589647672907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2005/10/exams-over-finally.html' title='Exams Over (finally)'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-112947053058577446</id><published>2005-10-16T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T21:48:50.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus is beautiful</title><content type='html'>I couldn't smell nor taste the whole of last Friday. Feels lousy. We had a pack of pandan cookies from Bangkok in our office and according to my encik, tastes really good. Poor ol me took a bite and it tasted like oxygen. Maybe i should take advantage of this situation and start eating those dreaded celery sticks and the most horrid glass of milk, just for health's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday saw me staying til close to midnite in camp, due to duties. For that i got Monday off, so yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wish to comment on Saturday as it was mildly boring, not fit for a space here at mochaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday saw my last lesson for this semester, so PRAISE THE LORD! I can once again attend church! I love the church. I really do. See, the church is not a building, it's made up of people. And the reason i love the church is because the ones i love are a God loving people. I really love our church, and i love God even more! He's just so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote C.S. Lewis again, "I believe in Christianity as i belive that the sun has risen: not only because i see it, but because by it i see everything else".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful isn't it?....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-112947053058577446?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112947053058577446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=112947053058577446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/112947053058577446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/112947053058577446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2005/10/jesus-is-beautiful.html' title='Jesus is beautiful'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-112896485197869011</id><published>2005-10-11T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:25:38.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else" - C.S. Lewis</title><content type='html'>I came across this quote by C.S. Lewis(above) and all i could do was think and stare in awe at how true and beautiful this quote is, and how rich it is in meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis is a great author. I really love reading his books, and I encourage you to get your hands on them if you have not already done so. His stories tell of good triumphing over evil through a seemingly hard struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, we can be sure and know and find comfort in the fect that our God is Emmanuel, which means that He is with us, even right now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-112896485197869011?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112896485197869011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=112896485197869011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/112896485197869011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/112896485197869011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-believe-in-christianity-as-i-believe.html' title='&quot;I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else&quot; - C.S. Lewis'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-112895680262162151</id><published>2005-10-10T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:06:42.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so tired</title><content type='html'>i get so tired nowadays i sit in front of the computer hoping to blog about my eventful days, when i suddenly realise my mind is at a roadblock and i end up either forgetting what i wanted to blog or i totally diss blogging aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then my phone beeps to an sms. i continue staring into space and after a cow jumps over the moon, then i remember is received an sms and start reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, i'm so tired......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-112895680262162151?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112895680262162151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=112895680262162151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/112895680262162151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/112895680262162151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-tired.html' title='so tired'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-112886723971790058</id><published>2005-10-09T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:13:59.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>questions...</title><content type='html'>Lord...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are lots of questions and worries on my mind. I don't know what to do. It's just tiring thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've got exams end of this month. 2 papers, Communications as well as Sociology, and i haven't been putting in much effort in studying at all! Oh Lord please help me. I need the strength to carry on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, also i'm thinking about going on a trip, either to Myanmar or China. Where shall i go Lord? Should i even go? I eagerly await Your answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also for our future plans in the WS comm. Lord this is Your ministry, and i am just Your instrument. Lord i dont want to make the wrong decisions and be held accountable. Show me Your ways i pray, lead me on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord there is also fear, insecurity and uncertainty in life, about all the happenings all around the world. It'll only be a matter of time before we will get affected one way or the other. Lord please quench my fears and help me instead to have the faith to hold on to the hope i have in You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more things on my mind Lord, but even as i dont share them here, i know You care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being the most REAL God ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-112886723971790058?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112886723971790058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=112886723971790058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/112886723971790058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/112886723971790058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2005/10/questions.html' title='questions...'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320235.post-112835141065061275</id><published>2005-10-03T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:56:50.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZENcasting?</title><content type='html'>I'm looking to begin podcasting on this blog, perhaps after my exams? Yeah, the Mochaholic Podcast, no wait, ZENCAST! Yeah, that'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever coined the term, 'Podcasting' anyway? It's so, in a way, egoistic and... better not say, or i'll get sued. Fine, i won't use the term Podcasting here. And i won't look to do that on my blog either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll ZenCast! HA! You saw this term here first! Yup, so if in future anyone decides to 'Zencast', tell them they can't use the word, cos it started here at mochaholic.blogspot first! It's MINE MINE MINE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i'm gonna Zencast, with my Zen Micro. How often shall i publish a zencast? Once a week, say, every Friday? Hmm, and what programmes shall i include? Playlist? Of course it'll be music from my playlist! And yes, i probably will feature songs that i wrote myself. Shut your ears? Be my guest, this is my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm open to feedback, so PLEASE LET ME KNOW! Or tag my board to just say hi! And maybe when my Mochaholic Zencast starts, you can even request songs there! But i need to know what you want! So, please tagggg.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;the mochaholic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8320235-112835141065061275?l=mochaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/112835141065061275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8320235&amp;postID=112835141065061275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/112835141065061275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8320235/posts/default/112835141065061275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mochaholic.blogspot.com/2005/10/zencasting.html' title='ZENcasting?'/><author><name>jon.ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06058510843943032615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
