Sunday in pics…

0830 Before DTC

2pm celebrating with the Lees

Ladies in black

6pm After run, preparing dinner

Dinner was complete with Eunice’s herbal soup & salted veg with duck soup from my fav stall! Yea!Yum! Yum!

Thoughts during DTC.
Does God answer all prayers?
YES. If it is asked according to His will (1 Jn 5:14) and if we abide in Him (Jn 15:7). Abide- total dependence on God for (1) grace; (2) wisdom and (3) strength.
If God says NO to my prayer, it is a greater YES, knowing full well that the Almighty knows what’s best for us. When he says NO, it’s always for our own good. It could be done to protect us as we may not be ready for it or it is not the best for us. It could also be delayed as the timing is not right.

NO. God doesn’t answer prayers when we harbour iniquities in our hearts (Ps 66:18). Needless to say. God is a righteous God. How can he withstand wickedness, let alone answering the prayers of the wicked?

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Today’s schedule

8am – Breakfast @ market. I must remember not to order from the vegetarian stall. Buy ingredients for dinner.
9am – Paint room. In the end, gotta re-do as mom wasn’t pleased with the results. Dad saved us by offering to help us the next day. =)
1pm – Set off to Ken’s.
2.30pm – Came back home to park the car and went off to buy ingredients for cookies making. After going to NTUC and Shop & Save, we realised that there is a shop selling baking stuff just next to S&S! Haiya!

4pm: Prepare homework for DTC tomorrow.
5pm: Start baking and preparing for dinner. Dinner is Fried Rice burger. This time, the cornflakes cookies were not as good as the previous ones. Something must have gone wrong! They don’t stick that well! Ah Bao was a great help in the kitchen and continued providing assistance in preparing for dinner. Have to fetch dad from the dialysis centre in the midst and he’s the one in charge of the kitchen then!

8pm: Pick Dad up and fetch him home.
9pm: Back to Ah Bao’s for the remaining rice…
9.30pm: Blogging….

I think I need to learn to ‘nuah’…

Back to the classroom

literally, as I had to share with the SEED coordinators about the PD framework. Somehow, today, the school felt foreign to me. I must have been detached from school for too long. Nonetheless, I’m glad to be with the teachers.

As they shared their teaching strategies, I felt a sense of regret that I did not document the strategies that I have learnt over the past years, not even the study trips that I have been to. What a waste. It could serve as good resource and reflection. I have to start the documentation, someday, somehow. It’s never too late to start. =)

Teachers are always so eager to learn and they are creative lot of people. After the sharing, the teachers were busy taking photos of the portfolios and teaching products that they made.

It’s good to be back home. =)

   

It’s the end…

…of Thursday! Finally!

We were tired.

Dad’s home now. Everything’s all right.

It’s time to hit the sack.

Lights off.

PS. Bao, thank you for being there. =)

A little China in the town.

Light the way...

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It’s quite a jarring sight to see a sea of beds with sad-looking patients in the A & E. I became frantic when I didn’t see dad. While I knew that he’s all right, those sights caused much discomfort.

I guess it goes the same with dad. When I finally saw him, he started complaining to me that he had waited to be warded since morning and he has been wheeled around in the bed for hours. He felt humiliated and was utterly irritated.

I wasn’t in my kindest moments too. In fact, I was flustered. Work wasn’t very exciting with meaningless meeting and the possibility of the video being dragged forever and ever, amen. I mean, I could totally empathise with the nurses and chided dad for making things difficult. But I also realised that dad was just feeling lost. I mean, putting myself in his position, I would feel awful too, especially when I do not even have my family with me. None.

Thankfully, he was warded soon after I made enquires and a very friendly nurse came and talked to him. PTL! The doctor also came and was thankful again that he was able to settle dad and explain the situation clearly to him, at the same time able to empathise with him.

I felt peace engulfing me as I accompanied him by the bed side. In my fluster, Ken text me to encourage/ remind me of WWJD. In jest, I replied that I’m not Him. But deep in me, I know He’s able to bring me through. This is really just a small matter, nothing to be frustrated about, really.

Diagonally across his bed was a couple whose husband was admitted. The wife was taking good care of him, encouraging him and was with him every moment. I was envious and hope that mom was here and do likewise. How happy that would make dad!

I’m tired. It’s a long day. Weekends, please come quickly.

Cornflakes Cookies

Ingredients
100g sugar
250g unsalted butter (melted)
500g Kellogg’s cornflakes
2 tbs honey
100g cherries (cut into small cubes)

Method
1. Heat butter, sugar and honey, stirring the mixture constantly.

2. Use the dough roll to crush the cornflakes into smaller pieces (use of hands is all right).
3. Pour the mixture (while hot) into the bowl of cornflakes, mixing them thoroughly.
4. Scope them into the small muffin paper cups.

The Power of 30

Yea. I love being in the 30s!

THIS HAS BEEN WRITTEN BY A MAN..

This is for all you girls 30 years and over…. and for those who are
turning 30, and for those who are scared of moving into their 30’s…AND
for guys who are scared of girls over 30!!!!… This was written by Andy
Rooney from CBS 60 Minutes.

Andy Rooney says:

As I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are
just a few reasons why:

A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask,
“What are you thinking?” She doesn’t care what you think.

If a woman over 30 doesn’t want to watch the game, she doesn’t sit
around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it’s
usually something more interesting.

A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is,
what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of 30
don’t give a damn about what you might think about her or what she’s doing.

Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you
at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if
you deserve it, they won’t hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can
get away with it.

Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what
it’s like to be unappreciated.

A woman over 30 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women
friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best
friend because she doesn’t trust the guy with other women. Women over 30
couldn’t care less if you’re attracted to her friends because she knows
her friends won’t betray her.

Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a
woman over 30. They Always Know.

A woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true
of younger women.

Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 30 is far sexier than
her younger counterpart.

Older women are forthright and honest. They’ll tell you right off if you
are a Jerk if you are acting like one! You don’t ever have to wonder
where you stand with her.

Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately,
it’s not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman
of 30+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of
himself with some 22-year-old waitress

Ladies, I apologize. For all those men who say, “Why buy the cow when
you can get the milk for free”. Here’s an update for you.

Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage, why? Because women realize
it’s not worth buying an entire Pig, just to get a little sausage!

CAN I HEAR AN AMEN LADIES…..

AMEN!

Our first cooking session

Dad and I were tired of eating out and decided that we cook.

So, his role is to buy the ingredients while I come home to cook.

Today was our first session. He bought salmon and cod fish for porridge. Looking through our refrigerator, we took out gan bei, remnants of cauliflower & tapioca and ‘dumped’ them into the porridge.

And we had healthy dinner!

Yea!

Cooking & preparation time: 45 min
Method: Dumping all ingredients into rice cooker
AFI: Put more water

 

A full Sunday

It’s 9.30pm now and I am so tired. It has been a long day but I’m thankful it was fruitful.

As usual, we had our DTC in the morning and then fetched dad for service. The message was good – a simple ‘God loves you’. Perhaps as Christians, we have heard it so many times that we took for granted but really do we really know the depth of that love? The Lord seemed to want to drive at that message because the facilitator shared on that as well at a certain point during DTC. But what really hit me was when the speaker asked us to check if our love for God was more than when we first knew Him. And of course the warning that God has given to the church in Ephesus in the book of Revelation. At the end of the service, I was prompted by the HS to ask my dad if he wanted to received His love. I did so but he didn’t want to. Did I get angry? Sad at Him? Who am I to be angry with the Almighty? What I could do was to continue to show His love to dad and prayed that someday he will put down his pride and recognise that he is nothing without Him.

After having lunch with dad (which was really good and spotting a Bubble Tea store in Bedok (they have somewhat the same menu as KOI!)we went to Koko’s to learn baking pineapple tarts and cornflake cookies. It was actually very simple! Gosh! And I thought the recipes were confusing!

Let’s recap, in case I forget.
Pineapple tarts

8 oz all purpose flour
5 oz butter
1 egg
1 tablespoon of cold water
(Use rubbing in method)

Cornflake cookies

100g sugar
250g butter
500g kellogs cornflakes
2 tbs honey
Cherries (cut into small cubes)
* Note: Melt butter first and then heat sugar, butter & honey together (stir) before pouring into cornflakes while still hot.

We went off to meet the CG for the regular runs at Bedok Reservoir after that. The pace was first and under the heat, I was feeling really weird. Began to feel weak and faint as we walked home. It must have been due to low blood count (I assume?). Or the run is too fast (then that means my standard as dropped!)? I don’t know if I would be rejected for blood donation again tomorrow. I hope not; I really want to donate blood!

CG Sunday run

PS. I’m thanking God for Ah Bao who was with me through all these. He’s the best! =)

=)

Sharon ‘opened ceremony’ for her new NB shoes and my first jog with her for 2010, after which we collected the wedding cards and met JH.

Thank God for JH who charged lower for the printing of the insert for our wedding invitation; it’s good to have friends in this industry!

And of course, the main purpose for today’s meet-up was more of shopping for cheongsam. Not for the wedding but possibly for CNY, parties and dinners. I went to my usual Cheongsam shop and felt in love with one piece.

When I got home, mom gave good review of it and well, I believe it will be one of the dresses that I am going to wear during the customary wedding =)

I’m in love with cheongsam especially those lacy ones… may I buy one more?

The craze

Read a whole deal on Bento meals and the beautiful pictures so captivated me.

So I dragged Ah Bao to Daiso after purchasing the wines for the wedding dinner.

Guess what I bought?

Guess what I've got?

Errr…look like kiddo stuff. Ah Bao was just commenting I behaved like a little girl when I saw them on display. But they were really very cute!

The site is great to know more about Bento.

home-made lunch

 

Looking at the tingkat will undoubtedly lead me to reminisce the time when mom would bring home-cooked food daily when I stayed back for extra classes in Primary Six. While all my classmates and teachers were having bland canteen food, I had mom deliver those delectable ones and each day there was different menu. And coming from a Cantonese background, the soup would always included.

I remember when I was in Japan, the students would have their Bento nicely packed and this practice extends to the Koreans. Remember Julia’s home-made sushi and coffee for my trekking expedition at Mt Sorak. =)

These days, lunch is always settled in the markets, coffee shops and cafes. The variety is more or less the same and of course, food expenditure is higher these days compared to the time when I was teaching. Of course, if you are one who cook, you more or less know what goes into the dish; not very healthy stuff most of the time.

My new colleagues often bring home-cooked food for lunch and this inspires me to do likewise. I’m not sure if it is cost-effective since I am not cooking for many. *Think economies of scale* But it sure will be more healthy and allows for more practice in the kitchen, thus honing culinary skills.

Having said that, I really ought to learn those Cantonese and Hakka dishes from mom…

=)

In hard times like this (working time), we need some humour to liven the poor soul. Thanks ZM!

The project that we are handling is draggggging too long and it’s bothering me big time.  When it’s done, I’m so gonna open champagne and celebrate.

3) Cheongsam =)

ZM so generously brought her cheongsam for me to try and it fits! On top of that, she threw in TN’s tie and her pair of shoes which suits me just fine! The size is just right! My gosh! She has solved my problem in a snap and I could save hundreds of dollars for that!

I can’t say for most brides but for those who really just want to do their best without too much fuss, such sharing is really quite desirable. I have many things given/ loaned to me by my sis and ZM and they really helped a lot!

It’s more or less done. =) What a blessing!

Make-up artist’s booked too!

Eating Fruits

Got this from a friend. I suspect such information has been around for ages but I got down to reading it seriously only today.

We all think eating fruits means just buying fruits, cutting it and just popping it into our mouths. It’s not as easy as you think. It’s important to know how and when to eat.

What is the correct way of eating fruits?
 
IT MEANS NOT EATING FRUITS AFTER YOUR MEALS! * FRUITS SHOULD BE EATEN ON AN EMPTY STOMACH.
 
If you eat fruit like that, it will play a major role to detoxify your system, supplying you with a great deal of energy for weight loss and other life activities.
 
FRUIT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT FOOD.Let’s say you eat two slices of bread and then a slice of fruit. The slice of fruit is ready to go straight through the stomach into the intestines, but it is prevented from doing so.
 
In the meantime the whole meal rots and ferments and turns to acid. The minute the fruit comes into contact with the food in the stomach and digestive juices, the entire mass of food begins to spoil….
 
So please eat your fruits on an empty stomach or before your meals! You have heard people complaining — every time I eat watermelon I burp, when I eat durian my stomach bloats up, when I eat a banana I feel like running to the toilet, etc — actually all this will not arise if you eat the fruit on an empty stomach. The fruit mixes with the putrifying other food and produces gas and hence you will bloat! 
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New resolution.

 To assess whether I could still fit into my gown, I tried on and phew! still can! Tried on the pearl necklace purchased today and the drop earring and it was pleasing to the eye. Ok. This part is solved. Then… mom saw and chided, “So dark! And your skin…I think your body is heaty. Always prepare liang cha and you don’t drink!”

I looked at the reflection and yea, the tan lines are really quite bad. So, there and then, I decided that :

1) I would not exercise under the afternoon sun until after the wedding. But because recently I read about the HARMFUL effects of UV rays, I might stay out of it altogether. Because of this, I would also not participate in biathlon in March. I think this will make ah bao very happy.
2) I will only exercise in the morning and evening.
3) I would drink as least 1.5 litres of water each day.
4) I would cut down on my coffee intake.
5) I would cut down on pork.
6) I would eat more fruits and vegetables.
7) I would avoid heaty and fried stuff.

Since the re is only one wedding in my lifetime, I might as well give of my best. I will try to be as discipline as possible  in my diet.

Sunday…and I’m frust…

I must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed because I was moody the whole day. I wasn’t myself and Ken had to tolerate this weird behaviour of mine. Maybe I didn’t have ample sleep, maybe I had to wake up early to attend class, maybe I’m stressed, maybe, maybe… I don’t know.

Ken must be perplexed for this was the first time that I exhibited such emotions (according to him). I wish I could pinpoint to a certain cause but I could not and it’s frustrating me.

I should be giving thanks in spite of what I’m feeling and indeed there were things to be thankful about. Ps Benny Ho’s sermon spoke to me and my spirit was uplifted at the end of it. Though I was crying inside me, I’m glad my heart responded. I’m not exactly sure what was happening then and what I was responding to; I could only ask the Lord to reveal soon.

Ken then ‘dragged’ me to the newcomers’ lunch organised by the church though I very much resisted it. We had been in the church for a year now and no longer could be deemed ‘new’. Of course, we came out of it, blessed. I was connected to a Ps who is in charge of a tuition programme and within minutes, my details were taken. I could help out as a relief teacher! For a week before today, I was contemplating serving in that area but because I knew I could not commit every week, I decided against it. So being a relief teacher was an answered prayer of sorts.

Then, we were introduced to another Ps who linked me to the Chinese Elder who could help my dad transit into the new environment. Of course, that would mean having to accompany dad again to the service and rescheduling our timetable but I believe it’s all worth the trouble. An answered prayer again. I need to commit dad to the Almighty again and… consistently.

Evening, we finally joined some of the CG brothers for a run @ Bedok Reservoir. Peg joined us!

Oh! I really hope I would get better emotionally.

2) done =)

As agreed, Koko got the address for the kebaya and we went down to take a look.

The lady boss, Radiyah, was friendly and knew her stuff. She gave some recommendations and before long, I have selected the kebaya! Since the sizes of those kebayas on the racks fit me, I did not have to MTO and only alteration is needed. Best thing is, I could collect it in 2 weeks’ time. Yay! And guess what I saw on one of her mirrors? It was Bern, my colleague who is a Peranakan herself! So, she got her kebaya from the same place too!

Then it was shopping with Koko for Ken’s and my wedding gift. This Ken could not make up his mind… I? Anything…=)

Yay! One down!

Next? Cheongsam!

Toko Aljunied
(House of Batik & Kebaya)
No. 95 Arab Street (S) 199791
Tel: 62946897

2) Peranakan kebaya

Now, we are on a quest for the kebaya. I have decided to wear this for the tea ceremony and for the dinner as a respect for the Quek family. Last week, Koko accompanied us to look for the kebayas in the east and to my horror, the minimum cost for the Peranakan kebaya is around $400 and that is not including the sarong.

Gab suggested going to Malacca to do the kebaya but we cannot afford the weekends since Ken and I have classes on Sunday mornings in church. Going back and forth Malacca will be too tiring and cost more in the end. So, we are going to hunt for kebaya again this sat. I’m getting more and more excited as I browsed through the photos of kebaya. They look really elegant and exquisite!

Source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/artimages/3673214441/

Random post #1

While waiting to meet up with Bao’s JC friends, we went around Beach Road and stumbled upon a Korean supermarket at Keypoint!

These beautiful canned coffees are soooo cute!

1. done =)

Yea! We finally placed our deposit for the restaurant for the wedding dinner. HP commented that it was rather ex considering the fact that it was a restaurant as compared to a hotel but well, the food is good and that’s real important to the older folks.

I’m glad we have moved a little in this ‘project’. Rather than being edgy about the whole thing, I guess I will just try to enjoy the process. Every step is a great opportunity for learning and a test of our faith.

Let’s enjoy then. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity! =)

One year…

I type this email now my dear
To mark, to date, one faithful year
A year of joy and laughter too
Just one whole year of loving you

One year since that fateful night
When love for you simply took flight
When I knew my love was fact
When I just could not hold back

When I worried o’er what to say
O’er how you’d react the very next day
Gathered my courage, prayed aloud,
Wrote an email, declared my love, and asked if I could ask you out.

And you said ‘Yes’ (I paraphrase)
(Your answer left me in a daze)
And so began this journey new
Of always, ALWAYS loving you.

And so, the year has passed us by
Amazing, isn’t it, how time flies
And now once more, 13 of Jan
I’d like to ask you once again…

Dearest Lynn,
Love of my life,
My morning star,
My darling wife,
My All the Lord has blessed me with,
The only one for whom I live,
Whose love for me makes me want to shout:

Dear Lynn, may I ask you out?

All will be fine.

Ahh..the rainbow. Reminds one that all will be fine.

No matter what happens, there is nothing that cannot be solved, nothing that You cannot do.

=)

discovery channel

Wonder how time just flies when you have a million things on your plate. I mean, comparing to myself only and with last year, I seem to have more to pay attention to.

I continue to learn more about myself and priorities as each day passes. But it was after reading my colleague’s FB status – Decided to take a break from running… Knees feel so acidic; clothes not iron; floor not mopped; car not washed… Excuses yes, but i am tired too – that made me think more about my own life.

Clearly, I could not devote the same amount of time for training. Last year, every moment that I had was for training for the 3 different sports and catching up with friends. That was in the early part of the 2009. Ever since Dad was diagnosed with kidney failure, more time was spent with him, fetching him from the dialysis centre and this will be so until we leave for the US. Ken and I were also getting more serious with our faith and wanting to find out more and this means enrolling in some talks and classes and setting aside an amount of time each day to devote ourselves to reading the Bible, all of which constitute a fair amount of time.

And of course, having entered into a new relationship with him also means that we have to spend quality time together and this takes time too. This, not forgetting his family and relatives too, especially his auntie whom I have grown fond of.

So,  I told Ken about missing my gal friends and of training with GS and of swimming and stuff.

‘Prioritise. Decide for yourself what is more important.’

I’m learning. I know it’s not going to be easy. It gets worse when the children come. I need wisdom!

2010 thus far

Honestly, 2010 didn’t start on a good note.

Work wasn’t that pleasant and at times, I didn’t look forward to going office.
I just cancelled my ride with the gals. Promise broken at the start of the year. ;(
Lately, I have also realised that my energy level has dropped and instead of making full use of every opportunity to train, I relaxed. The result? I got frustrated with myself and unknowingly with Ken and in my conversation with him, I must have pointed our staying together as the cause which saddened him.

I have also, in the process of being frustrated, got upset with him.

Perhaps you really can’t have it all. In being together and having more interests along the way, something has to give. Compared to 2009, I can’t devote the same amount of time I had for training these days. There are more responsibilities and priorities shifted. I know that but perhaps have not acknowledged it. The mind is not in sync with the heart. This is part of change as we go into the different phases in life. While I grapple with that, I know I have to learn and adapt … FAST.

Being obstinate doesn’t help at all.

Oh my goodness, what is happening to me?

How to store your coffee

Fact of the day from Angie..

Buy quality whole beans from a reliable purveyor (preferably a roaster). If you don’t have a grinder at home, ask a salesperson to grind whole beans for you rather than settling for pre-ground.

Purchasing bulk (unpackaged) beans from a specialty shop is okay as long as the bins or jars are relatively small and refilled regularly. Large vats hold a lot of beans and therefore don’t need frequent filling. That means that beans can hang around for a long time being exposed to light and air. That can mean stale beans, and staleness is not a desirable attribute.

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Monday sucked.
Tuesday’s sweet.

We finally got up early and did a morning run. Of course, this was with me running to the nearest petrol kiosk for the use of their toilet. Really sickening, it always cramps!

Back at work, I’ve come to realise or maybe should I say, resigned to the fate that some people will try to squeeze me to the max so that I could contribute ALL that I could before I leave in Aug. They think that I have only ONE area of work to do. But *shrug*, it’s all right so long as I am left alone and not be hounded by repeated questions. At the end of the day, if what I’m doing helps in one way or another to serve my intended customers, I’m all right.

But honestly, shouldn’t you think about how you can contribute more, instead of just asking your colleagues to do all the work?

Sometimes life’s really unfair. Some of my peers are working so much more than the one who is up there.

Ok. I need to be positive. I’m loving the fact that I’m going to be busier. It’s exciting, truly but please, don’t come looking for us every now and then with your questions. Use the same notebook every time you ask us. We need the time to do other work, not answering the same questions of yours.

Ok. Complain session’s out. Blah.

7 more months.